I woke up to find Toby still sleeping by the foot of my bed.

I looked at the time, it's a quarter after 6.

I won't have to be at work 'til 11, nevertheless, I stood up and took a quick shower.

I put on a neat looking top with a floral cardigan on top and gray slacks.

I could use a trip to the grocery store today.

I went to the kitchen to fix myself light breakfast.

I went over to the cupboard to get the last can of cat food.

I made a mental note to buy cat food later.

I placed it on Toby's dish and started on my breakfast.

As soon as I am finished, I made my way to the grocery store.

I took a cart, I might as well shop for a month's worth.

I first went to the pet supplies aisle.

I grabbed 2 big bags of cat food.

I also got a new ribbon for Toby, this one has bells. I know it would look nice on him.

I went to each aisle, grabbing things I need and want.

I got two boxes of Twinings Chamomile and Spearmint tea. One could never have too much tea.

After I'm through, I went to the counter to have it checked out.

My month's worth of groceries fit in 4 paper bags and I have to carry them home but it did not bother me at all as I eyed the "Jergen's Spa at Home Set" on top of the paper bag I'm holding to my chest.

Someone's going to have a relaxing evening.

My flat is just 3 blocks from the grocery store so walking home would be nice.

I stopped by a bakery to buy scones. It has been months since I last ate one.

5 bags in hand, I continued walking home.

The streets of London is not that much crowded this Friday morning. Calm and peaceful.

A loud sound of flesh meeting the ground woke my senses.

And there, right before my eyes, is a man, whose blood is slowly covering the area of ground around his body.

I've heard people scream at the sudden appearance of the dead man on the street.

I was shocked.

I have seen dead people before, I even cut them open but I have never seen a man die before me.

People started to crowd around the body, I just stood there, muscles stiff.

A few moments later, police sirens filled the air.

DI Lestrade came strutting down along with some officers and a team of medics.

The officers ushered the crowd away.

"Did you see how it happened?" DI Lestrade asked.

"I-uh-It was-uh-" I tried to come up with a sensible answer but my mind can't seem to function properly at the moment.

"It's okay Molly, why don't you have a seat first?" DI Lestrade offered.

I shook my head.

"I'm fine.. I was just- surprised. I was walking home and in a blink there's this bloodied man in front of me."

"Thank you. I think you should go home now, we'll call you in if we have questions."

I nodded and made my way through the crowd.

My knees have gone weak from the incident and I can't walk properly.

I am really scared.

It reminded me of that day.

What if it happens all over again.

What if Sherlock falls to his death again and I won't be able to help him?

"Another one, by the Collinson Incorporated Main Office."

Lestrade looked at Sgt. Donnovan

"Don't tell me you are going to call freak on this one."

Lestrade did not say a word.

"Fine." Sgt. Donnovan said and walked off.

"4 people, Died exactly one hour apart from another. We need you to have a look." Lestrade said through the phone.

Sherlock's face lit up like a child opening a gift for Christmas.

"We'll be there." Sherlock answered.

Sherlock placed the phone back in his pocket and grabbed his coat and scarf.

"Come on John, no time for sitting around on this fine day." Sherlock said as he made his way to the door.

John stood up from his chair and quickly followed Sherlock outside.

"This is the first one today, around 8 am." Lestrade told Sherlock and John as they approached the body on the pavement.

"John?" Sherlock said, gesturing at the body.

John looked closer at the body, observing it.

"His head is severely fractured. This must have killed him." John commented.

Sherlock looked at the body, examining each and every detail, scribbling notes in the process.

"From which floor?" Sherlock asked Lestrade

"The fourth one. He lives in 4A." Lestrade said, pointing up.

Sherlock went inside the building and John followed.

Sherlock examined the room, the window and the fire escape.

After a few more note taking, they made their way out.

"One of the coppers?" An old woman asked as she passed by Sherlock and John down the stairs.

"Sort of." John answered.

"Poor lad. Must have fallen when he was smoking by the fire escape this morning." the old woman said as she climbed up the stairs.

"This one's the second. 9 am." Lestrade said.

John moved closer at the body at the bottom of an overpass.

"This one died from bashing his head." John said.

"He must have slipped while he was going down the overpass. Blood stains on each step." John added.

"Hmm. Quite odd." Sherlock commented as he climbed up the overpass, looking closely at each step, coming up with theories.

"The third one today. Around 10 am. The boy's a parkour artist, they say." Lestrade said, pointing to the young man's body down an alley.

"This one died from the fall too. Fractured skull and ribs." John said.

Sherlock looked around and took more notes.

"This is the fourth and hopefully the last. Around 11 am today." Lestrade said, pointing to the deformed body on the ground.

"He was cleaning the window up at the 25th floor." Lestrade added.

John looked closer at the mangled body on the ground.

He cringed at the sight of the body. It is almost unrecognizable.

"Pretty much the same as the ones earlier, died from the impact on the ground." John commented.

"Interesting." Sherlock said as he took notes.

Sherlock examined the harness the man used as support for cleaning the windows and took more notes.

"I need blood samples from each body." Sherlock told Lestrade.

Lestrade walked away to get blood samples, leaving John and Sherlock by the sidewalk.

"You think this one's done by a serial killer then?" John asked.

"What did I tell you about jumping to conclusions?" Sherlock said.

"Here." Lestrade said, handing a bag.

"I need to run tests on these, I'll phone you." Sherlock told Lestrade, walking away.

John followed.

Sherlock hailed a cab.

"Where are we going?" John asked Sherlock.

"To have these tested of course." Sherlock replied.

"I can't. I have a dinner date with Mary tonight." John said.

"Cancel it." Sherlock ordered.

"No, Sherlock. I have planned this for days." John said, as he climbed into the cab.

"You go have those tested." John added, closing the door of the cab.

The cab was gone even before Sherlock could say anything.

Sherlock hailed another cab and got in.

There are no classes today since the students are to prepare for the university festival.

That means, however, that I'll be going home late this Friday night.

I stayed in the faculty room, working on the midterm exams.

The image of the dead man on the ground keep flashing before my eyes.

I shook my head to keep my mind back to the papers I am working on.

"Molly, my sweetheart!"

Oh goodness, he's here.

He reached for my hand and kissed it.

I can't help but smile.

"I got some DVDs for our movie night." Sherlock said smiling.

I looked over to my colleagues, and they are smiling at us.

I stood up.

"Honey, let's go get some coffee." I said, acting my part well.

I used the key Mr. Rutherford gave me as he is on leave.

"What is it today then?" I asked Sherlock.

"4 people died, exactly one hour apart. They all fell to their death." Sherlock answered as he started working on the blood samples.

"Oh! I saw one earlier. You mean there's more?" I exclaimed.

"Yes, now Molly, could you help me with these?" Sherlock said.

I went over and got samples and started working on it.

We worked in comfortable silence.

"Ah! Interesting." Sherlock exclaimed.

"What is it?" I asked as I went over.

"Each blood sample has the exact and same amount of Nitrate." Sherlock answered.

"Wait, isn't that what they use to prevent angina?" I asked.

"Yes Molly, and these aren't accidents at all." Sherlock said, standing up.

"I'd better be off, thank you Molly." He added as he made his way to the door.

Sherlock stopped halfway across the lab.

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A/N:

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