"To Bart's, then? I imagine Molly well let us have a look at the most recent body, even if they don't have the first. It was two months ago." John says as they walk out of Scotland yard and toward the road where Sherlock hails yet another taxi.

That comment earns John one of those 'you're being clever and it's cute' smiles from the detective, who is tapping away on his phone for some reason or another, probably to do with the case. "Of course, John! I would have preferred to see the crime scene myself, but it seems Scotland Yard, in all their idiocy, assumed it was a simple murder." He scoffs, shaking his head a little. Glancing over at the doctor for a few moments, Sherlock hesitates, and then says, "What you did, what you said in there.." he trails off, feeling a bit awkward. "It was good." he finally says with a nod of his head, taking a deep breath."No one's ever.. done that for me." He says before he focuses back on his phone.

Wishing to do nothing more than run his hand through those dark locks and reassures his detective, John restrains himself, not wanting to distract his partner from the case at hand. So for a moment he flexes his hands where they rest on his thighs, smiling lightly as he looks at Sherlock. "You're welcome, Sherlock." he says with a slight smirk before he looks out the cab window.

When they pull up to Bart's hospital, John is once again left to pay, but Sherlock waits for him on the sidewalk instead of running off, making John smirk a little. Of course, as soon as he gets close to the detective, he strides off, heading down to the morgue.

"Ah, Molly. We're here to see the body of Timothy Wallis." Sherlock says as he strides in, not even noticing that Molly jumps in surprise, staring at the detective for a few moments.

"Oh! Of course! Lestrade said you might be coming down." Molly says with a little shy smile before she goes over to where she has the body pulled out, pulling the sheet down to the man's waist. She then takes a close look at Sherlock, and stares at the mark on his neck, eyes wide. "Oh my. So.. So you've found someone, then?" She asks nervously, blushing a bit.

Sherlock ignores her completely as he so often does, pulling out his magnifying glass and starting to move over the man's body, looking at everything, pulling out the kit that John gave him for Christmas to start going over the body.

John clears his throat and he smiles. "Hello, Molly. How was your Christmas?" he asks curiously as he moves over closer to the flighty girl with her odd crush on the detective. He was sore for a long time with Molly for knowing Sherlock was alive, seeing what he himself was going through in his grief, and not telling him, not even hinting. He's trying to be pleasant to her now since it's not her fault that Sherlock used her affections toward him once again.

It's started to become a rather normal thing that Molly barely even notices John is there, again, always more focused on a certain consulting detective. So she looks a little startled when John approaches her. "Hm? Oh, it was lovely, thank you. How was yours?" She asks as she looks at John, then looks back at Sherlock, staring at his neck a little.

Smirking a little for a few moments, John watches the younger man as well, though in a slightly different way. "Mmm. It was good. Had a few rough patches, but no holiday goes completely smoothly, does it?" he says with a little smirk.

Any answer she was about to give is interrupted by distinctive baritone cutting across the room. "John. I require your medical opinion." Sherlock says in his usual bored, slightly dismissive tone, still bent over the body, looking at some of the markings on the body.

"Well, that's my cue." John says as he turns to walk over, standing on the opposite side of the body from his mad flatmate. "Hm. This wasn't just a random killing. Hands were bound at some point with what looks like large rope judging by the pattern. Maybe something like a boat might use." He offers as he pulls on a pair of examination gloves, turning the arm over slowly. "No defensive wounds so he didn't struggle. Either trusted his attacker or was rendered unconscious." He glances at Sherlock to see if he's going to be shut down in his own meager deductions. But instead he finds the other man just watching him, waiting for him to go on. "Right. Judging from his color and the condition of these wounds here, I would say that death was caused by exsanguination." he says before he pauses for a few moments, turning and lifting one of the man's arms, eyebrows going up in surprise. "Sneaky." he notes, then he motions. "Lift his arm over there, is there a cut on the underarm, near the armpit?"

Once he gets confirmation from the other man, John nods a little, "Right. Small weapon, probably a knife, sliced the underarm here, cutting into the Brachial artery. He would have bled out quickly." He says before he looks at Sherlock. "Calluses on the hands mean that he probably did work with them." He notes as he glances at the taller man, glancing at his own hands briefly and the calluses that haven't gone away from his time as a soldier, holding packs, guns, and the like. Not to mention the distinctive calluses on the outside of his pinkies that comes from pulling boot laces tight.

A small nod from the detective as he watches the doctor go about his examination. "Very good, John." He says before he adds, "There is more. There are traces of metal and gunpowder on his hands, indicating he works around munitions or at least guns on a daily basis." Sherlock starts to explain, then he points to a tattoo the man has on his arm. "This tattoo belongs to a gang that is known for its gun running as well. More importantly, both bodies shared this particular tattoo which the Yard missed, of course." he says with a little bit of annoyance. "Likely this is a message for other members, what happens when you do something wrong." Finally, he leans back from the body, removing the gloves from his hands and then pressing his hands together in front of his face. "Research, I need to do more research, John!" he says before he grabs up the files from Lestrade again before he turns to head out of the lab.

And they're on the movie again, John removing his gloves and tossing them in the bin before he smiles apologetically at Molly. "Thanks, Molly, for letting us have a look." He says with a little wave/

"Sherlock! Slow down, you long-legged prat."

I am not good at the case stuff. Or Sherlock's deductions. Best to leave that to the professionals I guess. Probably going to gloss over some of the case between this chapter and the next, hope no one minds! There will definitely be another BAMF-John scene in the near future, though. John is going to kick serious butt. And then maybe cuddles. Because, seriously, who can resist a cuddly Sherlock?

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