When they arrive at their destination, John is more than a little confused when they get out of the cab and look up at the large brick building in front of them. The unusual part isn't that it's a large building that is obviously abandoned, you can find those types of buildings in all different parts of London, as you can in any city really. The unusual part is that John knows exactly where they are and what building it is. "This is the old Mayfield Railway Station, isn't it?" he asks as he looks over at his companion.
"It is indeed, John. A brilliant place to meet someone for a secret rendezvous, or a place for a murder. A daring place." Sherlock says in admiration as he looks up at the building, then he strides down the sidewalk without warning to step into one of the doorways, looking around inside the building, head moving around and eyes following as he tries to locate any clues as to where the scuffle might have happened.
Shaking his head for a few moments, John looks around, more concerned about the safety of the derelict building than looking for any clues. "Careful, Sherlock. I don't want to have to drag you off to the hospital." he says before he follows, rubbing his hands together a little. "I doubt we're going to find anything. It's been a week or so since the man was killed." he points out, just trying to keep the detective in his sights, and really wishing he either had his gun or a flashlight, right about now.
"There is always something." Sherlock says with determination, turning and looking down a staircase with a frown of concentration before he looks around at the structure, finally taking a chance and heading down the stairs, pulling a small flashlight out of his pocket and turning it on to look around in the darkness.
Sighing a little and watching his breath fog up in the air, John follows the taller man and looks around. "You are bloody insane, Sherlock. This is not safe, we should not be here." he say as he looks around. "I'm not even sure it's legal for us to be here." He notes as he looks around curiously for a minute before he turns his attention back to the man in front of him. The last thing that he wants to do is lose his way down here and have to try and find Sherlock somehow.
Of course, that comment just gets him a somewhat incredulous look from the consulting detective. "You are hardly one who should talk about safety. You are a doctor working in a war zone, neither of which are particularly safe professions." he points out as he goes back to looking around with his flashlight, frowning as he walks over toward a wall and suddenly crouches down, flipping his coat backwards so he doesn't get it caught up in his legs.
"Being a doctor is hardly very dangerous. At least if you do what you were trained to do and be aware of what you're doing." John objects as he watches Sherlock appreciatively for a moment before he moves closer. "Did you find something?" he asks, coming to stand beside the crouching brunette, leaning over a little to try and see whatever he was looking at. Before too long he crouches down beside him as well, grateful for the added body warmth, even if it isn't much and he's just crouched beside the other man.
Apparently deciding not to argue, Sherlock doesn't say anything as he examines the floor. "This appears to be the area we are looking for." he says before he pulls a kit out of the inside of his jacket, taking out tweezers and picking up something from the ground to tuck it in a bag and stuffing it in his jacket pocket. "No murder weapon precisely, but you can see debris from the brick which cast the first but not the fatal blow. There are faint splatters of blood under the dirt over there from the impact. However, it appears he didn't die here or there would be a much larger pool." He says as he considers it from a few moments, before he stands up.
While Sherlock was talking, John pulls out his phone and examines it for a few moments before he loads up the camera and takes pictures of the area, thinking that Lestrade will probably want it, backing up a little to take wider pictures before he tucks his phone away. "I'm sure Lestrade might want to know where your evidence came from, Sherlock." he says after turning to see the taller man staring at John in confusion. "While you might just want to solve the puzzle, I would rather you not bollocks up the investigation by not following some sort of procedures." The doctor says as he looks at the man for a few moments, shaking his head. "You picked up some evidence and found some blood, but this isn't where the man was killed. A blow like that would have at least knocked him unconscious, but apparently not dead. No sign of suffocation on the body or drowning, so either he died of exposure, or maybe bleeding in his brain." he says as he tries to think about the ways he could have died without a large blood pool.
"Interesting, John. Very interesting." Sherlock says with a nod but doesn't elaborate on that, he just puts his hands in his pockets and turns to head toward the exit, taking the stairs two at a time and leaving his friend trailing behind once again. Naturally he doesn't feel the need to elaborate. Which seems to be a pattern that is forming in their relationship. Instead, while they're walking toward the main road, Sherlock starts to think out loud. "Why would he be here, of all places? Why would someone be here? There's far better, more secluded places if one were looking for privacy. This is too close to Piccadilly, too much chance of being seen. Why? Why? Why here?" he asks himself, spinning around a little as he walks to take in the surroundings.
Following along with a certain sense of frustration and exasperation, John sighs as he listens to the ramblings of the madman beside him. "So why am I here, then? I'm pretty much just here so you don't look like a madman walking down the street, aren't I?" he asks as he looks at the man beside him.
Sherlock glances over at John and smirks a little for a few moments. "I like to have company when I go out, and I work better when I can talk out loud, and having someone with me does attract less attention." he says with a smirk as he looks over at the older man. "Problem?" He asks as he continues to watch him.
"No, no. I just want to know where I stand. Good to know that I'm just a sounding board." John says with some sarcasm, looking around once they get to the main road before he lifts his hand, a little relieved when a taxi actually comes and pulls over, especially since he normally has a hard time, and it seems like Sherlock never has any trouble at all.
New plan for writing is on track, I am excited! Bit of a filler chapter here, I think there may be a fluffy chapter in store next. Who knows what may come out. :) I just love this story, and I am excited that you guys love it as well. Oh! I also have a new cover for this story which was made by 11jane11, which I think is fantastic. Thank you 11jane11 for that!
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