More Things That Never Happened to Sherlock Holmes

by Pompey

On-going series of AU drabbles and drabblets, some depressing and some funny. Updated as ideas strike me. Suggestions welcomed. Feel free to steal any AU that spawns a plot-bunny. Ch 97: the first rule of getting information out of people is Don't Be A Creeper.

84. The Autopsy

COME AT ONCE TO YARD STOP PROBLEM WITH DOCTOR.

The doctor was undoubtedly Watson; he had gone to Scotland Yard hours ago for an autopsy. Had Watson found something of interest? If so, what was the problem?

Holmes found him sitting on the floor with his back set against the morgue door, revolver drawn and face oddly set. Some officials hovered nearby. "He hasn't said a word to us," Hopkins murmured. "Maybe you'll have better luck."

"Watson?" Holmes called.

Watson looked up, wild-eyed. "Don't go in. It's not dead." Behind him, something heavy smacked the door.

"And it's not human."