"Wake up."

Lizzy opened her eyes and stared blankly at the upside-down face hovering inches from hers. She silently took in the dark curly hair, the aristocratic cheekbones, and last but not least, the creepy eyes.

Only one person.

Sherlock.

"NO." Lizzy flopped over onto her stomach and stuck her head under the pillow. "Get out of my flat." She made sure to put extra emphasis on the last word.

"Correction. This is my flat and you are on my couch using my pillow that I have generously allowed you to drool all over." Sherlock yanked the pillow from her hands and stared at it with blatant distaste before throwing it into the unlit fireplace.

Lizzy stared at it in shock. "Sherlock… you know you could just wash it right?"

He sneered at her. "Not effective enough."

Lizzy rolled her eyes at him and dragged herself off the couch and towards the fireplaces.

"What on earth are you doing." Sherlock peered around her as she picked the pillow up from ashes. Lizzy studiously ignored him as she began brushing off the pillow and whispering to it.

"You poor abused baby… I can't believe he was willing to burn you… I would never have done that to my friend…" Lizzy proceeded to hug the pillow and anything else she said was muffled.

Sherlock stood behind her, obviously attempting to wrap his head around what he was witnessing, and looking rather befuddled. His blatant disregard for the feelings of inanimate objects was making Lizzy rather depressed…

"The pillow has feelings too, Sherlock," she reprimanded as she pet said pillow.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and looked the girl up and down. "What are you blathering on about?"

Lizzy gasped and shrieked, "Kill!" before throwing the pillow straight at the tall man's face. Running into the kitchen, she flung the refrigerator door open. Scanning the contents, she made a mental list of what she saw. Milk. Something green. Milk. Jello with something suspended in it. Fingers in a bag. Eggs. Organ in a jar. Eyeball on a piece of buttered bread. And.. more milk?

"Why do you have so much milk?" Lizzy called over her shoulder.

"Do you have any enemies?" Sherlock retorted.

"Elmo. Now answer my question."

"No clue. Who is this 'Elmo'?" Sherlock inquired, sidling into the kitchen as Lizzy popped bread in the toaster.

"Do you have a computer?"

Sherlock sneered at her. "What do you think?"

"Go search, 'Elmo Sesame Street' and you'll find out," Lizzy sniffed, before looking around the kitchen. "Why am I still here?" she asked. Sherlock, however, was gone. Lizzy shrugged and the toast popped up. Grabbing the slightly burnt slices of bread, she walked out of the flat and down towards her own.

"I can't believe I fell asleep," the young woman muttered to the still non responsive wall. "Wait… check that. He was droning on and on, who wouldn't fall asleep?!" Twisting the knob on the stove, Lizzy slammed the kettle onto the flame.

Flinging her refrigerator door open, she froze.

"Miss Naevee, I fail to see how a puppet is-"

"Sherlock."

"-your enemy. Why on earth would you direct me to such a-"

"Sherlock…"

"-horrifying and scarring video, I do not know-"

"Sherlock!" Lizzy turned and the consulting detective took in her tense posture and the slight pallor of her complexion. "Keeping body parts in your fridge is one thing, but do you honestly need to put them in mine? And what did I say about coming into my flat? Did you do this to get back to me for drooling on your pillow? because honestly I don't see the need for such a drastic-"

"Miss Naevee, I have done no such thing."

"Then why is there a hand in here?"

Sherlock pursed his lips and moved around next to her, taking in the scene. His eyebrows furrowed and he leant in. The severed limb was obviously very fresh, as the blood had barely congealed. It was in no container or wrap of any kind, just set right in between the apples and the container of leftover meatloaf. Further evidence was the small pool of blood beneath the rack on which the hand was set.

"…Then who put it in here?" Lizzy's voice held a slight quaver as she slowly backed away from the fridge.

"Most likely the intruder last night… Probably came in after you went upstairs."

"The… the m-murderer?"

"No. The Easter bunny," Sherlock muttered. "Yes, the murderer. He seems to be cutting off more than heads now.." he mused, promptly whipping out his phone and walking out of the kitchen.

"Why is he going after me?!" Lizzy was starting to get rather panicky.

"No clue." Sherlock was now on his way out of the front door.

"Wait, Sherlock!" The detective spun around and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Uh.. C-can I come with you?"

"Oh now you want to come?" he taunted.

"No! I really want to stay home and wait for the crazy, head-stealing murderer to come and get me!" she snapped.

Sherlock rolled his eyes in resignation. "Fine."

Lizzy made to follow before suddenly stopping. "Wait."

Sherlock groaned. "What now?"

"I need to get changed." Lizzy sped back into her flat.

Sherlock turned and smacked his forehead against the wall.

oOo

"So... where are we going?" Lizzy asked the stoic detective beside her.

"Scotland Yard."

"Toooooo?" Lizzy leaned closer.

"Talk to Lestrade."

"Who iiiiis-?"

"Shut up."

Lizzy huffed and glared down at the empty seat beside her.

"He's stupid…"

Sherlock gave her a weird look before shaking his head slightly and delving into his mind palace. Lizzy observed the process. It was a very strange sight to behold. First he looked like he was about to pray… then he seemed to go.. dead. The taxi lurched to a stop and Lizzy opened up her door. Sherlock, on the other hand, didn't move an inch.

"Um… Sherlock?"

Receiving no reply, Lizzy poked him. Still no response. Thinking carefully, she leaned forward and put her mouth next to his ear… taking in a deep breath, she prepared herself to holler.

"Ah, we're here!"

Lizzy screamed and lurched backwards, falling back onto the pavement.

"What on earth are you doing down there?" Sherlock stared down at her. "Never mind. We must get moving! Mustn't keep Lestrade waiting." Pulling Lizzy up, he proceeded to drag her towards the precinct.

As they were running up the stairs, a rather attractive (in Lizzy's opinion) man with silver hair, flanked by two officers ran down.

"Sherlock! There you are…" The man paused to take a breath. "I was just about to call you… Another body's been found. Get this… it's missing a hand now too."

"Wonderful!"

Everyone stared at the sickeningly gleeful man who merely stared back at them.

"What are we waiting for?" He clapped his hands together and snatched the hand of the young woman next to him.

Lizzy felt herself get tugged back the way they had just come.

Another body.

And she was going to see it.

Oh joy.

A/N: This is so sub-par *glares up* Anywho.

Sorry for the wait guuuuuys *puppy eyes* I was very busy…

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