I am really sorry that it took long to update, I had a hard time trying to sort out the next few chapters and how they would tie together.


Elizabeth looked at her surroundings and tried to gather up as much information as she could. She wouldn't call herself the observant type, but she would say that she could "catch on" rather quickly. The living room was compact in such a large house, but with the nature coloured furniture and ornaments which were scattered around the room, it looked quite comfortable. The victim lay in front of the back garden door which was left untouched. However, the curtains had been pulled off from above the door, showing a couple of rips here and there. The victim was a woman in her early 40s with brown hair which covered her shoulders. Elizabeth went into the hallway to see that the cellar door had been broken in from the inside, which gave her plenty to talk about. She saw many muddy footprints which lead to the living room and behind the living room door.

"Does this have anything to do with the serial killer in the papers?" asked Elizabeth.

"Well, the victim matches the features of the others. Each one murdered within 65 miles of where we are now, so we can't really say that the location is a factor." Replied Lestrade as he gave her a set of latex gloves "If you want to examine anything you need to wear these."

She accepted the gloves and put them on as she walked around the living room. "Sorry If I am taking too long, it's just a lot to take in." Said Elizabeth.

"As long as you can help, it's no problem."

"When was the time of death?"

"About 10am this morning, but it wasn't reported until just recently."

Elizabeth knelt on the floor beside a couple of the muddy footprints and ran her finger through the middle of it. There were some wet prints and some dry prints.

"The murderer broke into the flat at least 9 hours ago, the time when it wasn't raining yet, which explains the dry footprints. They are a size 10 by the way. That meant the murderer knew who they were targeting. He broke into the flat through-"

"I'm sorry, he?" said John as he stood beside her.

"Yes, the murderer was a man. The cellar door has three locks on it, but somehow they managed to break through the door without actually damaging it, so they would have had a lot of strength. Did you find anything and use it as evidence?"

"There was a picture of a victim from 1pm this afternoon, before she was dead."

"So he murdered two in one day?"

"We think so. Is she related to you in any way Sherlock?"

"By Blood, yes."

"Well, the man waited behind the door for her to get home and when she did, she didn't notice the cellar door because she walked into the living room straight away. The living room was dark because of the curtains so she didn't see the footprints. She went to open the curtains and that was when he chooses to attack. He grabbed her just as she grabbed onto the curtains. The bruise around her mouth shows where he put his hand. Traces of poison around her lips show that the poison was force fed to her, which caused her death. And, that's about it really. That is all I have got." said Elizabeth, while taking a quick gasp for breath.

She turned around to face the four men behind her. She noticed that another man had joined them while she was talking.

"God, not another freak. It must run in the family." Was all the man said.

This really hit Elizabeth in the guts. She had never been called a horrid name by an adult before, which she found was horrific.

"I'm sorry, HOW OLD ARE YOU?" asked Elizabeth. She wasn't having a quiet conversation with him; she wanted everyone to hear this. And everyone did, the man looked at her with pure disgust while the forensic team stopped what they were doing in the room.

"Elizabeth calm do-"said John as he held his hands up towards them both.

"EXCUSE ME?" asked the man.

"Anderson, just let it-"said Lestrade as he stepped beside John.

"Oh, is THAT your name is it; ANDERSON. HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A FREAK!"

Everyone was trying to calm the pair down, but Sherlock just stayed where he was, staring at only Elizabeth. She couldn't tell if he approved or disapproved what she was doing.

"I would expect that language from a person MY AGE!" Her face was glowing red as she clenched her fists together "NOT AN ADULT! What you're doing is bullying, and I HATE that. It's people like you that makes everyone else feel shit about themselves!"

"Eliza-"said John as he realised what she said.

"I'm sorry Mr Watson, but this man doesn't deserve a job like this if he is going to act like a child. You know, I'm glad it runs in the family, because at least I have a higher intelligence than you or your GIRLFRIEND put together." Said Elizabeth as she held her hand out towards Sgt Donovan.

"Girlfriend?!" said Anderson as he turned his head to look at Donovan.

"Wearing the same cologne. The glances you two make to each other. I even heard you two talk about "what happened last night" and that "you should do it again sometime". For a man who is married, you really do make me sick."

She didn't want to hear what they said, she just stormed out of their and waited for John and Sherlock to come back outside. She hated a lot of things lately: the weather, journalists, bullies...Anderson.


"I should go see how she is." Said John as he scurried past all of them.

"Text me if you find anything." Said Sherlock as slowly followed John, who was outside now.

"Wait Sherlock!" said Lestrade as he walked over to Sherlock "Was she right?"

He paused before he decided to speak up again.

"You know my number. "he replied with a smirk and with that he walked outside.

He saw the police officers gather up the last stray of yellow tape which lay on the ground and turned his head slightly to see Anderson climb into a police car rather faster than usual. Elizabeth did leave a few bits of information out of her deductions, but decided to wait until tomorrow. He saw that Elizabeth and John were already waiting for him in a taxi, so he pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped "Compose New Message" to send to Mycroft.

A month it is. -SH