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As soon as Sherlock got through the door, he tore off his scarf and coat then ran over to his laptop knowing that Lestrade would soon send him the pictures and files to get him started untill they could go to check out the autopsy. John went in slower behind him and went to the kitchen to make himself some tea. "Sherlock you want any tea?" he asked and heard Sherlock sigh from the couch.

"May as well until Lestrade sends me the pictures and information I need," Sherlock said slumping back on the couch refreshing his inbox. John came over and placed a cup of tea on the table across from Sherlock and went to sit on his chair. Sherlock grunted his thanks and leaned over to take a sip. He sighed as the hot liquid went down his throat, soothing him. He looked over to his inbox and noticed an email from Mycroft and rolled his eyes.

"Who emailed you?" John asked curious as to Sherlock's annoyance.

"Ugh Mycroft wanting who knows what," he said in annoyance and going to open his email.

"Oh come on Sherlock. You owe him for helping you after the fall," John said trying not to remember those times.

"I could have done it fine by myself," Sherlock said trying to seem better than Mycroft.

"If you did, it would have taken you an additional 3 years and I still wouldn't know you were alive!" John shouted out in anger shocking Sherlock slightly before relaxing and putting his hand over his face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped like that."

"No you had every right to. I do know that it would have taken longer. I'm sorry for upsetting you." Sherlock looked over at John with slight puppy dog eyes and an apologetic look.

"It's alright. Well what did Mycroft say?" John asked going over to sit next to Sherlock on the couch. Sherlock opened the email and they both looked at the screen to get a closer look.

Sherlock,

As you may have forgotten, Mummy's birthday is this upcoming Saturday and she had asked that you attend since you haven't for three years and bring a guest which I would assume you will be bringing John. You know how Mummy is, she is going to be asking him many questions and she will know if he is lying. If you choose to tell Mummy of your relationship, I suggest you be the one to tell her not have her catch you and John kissing at the party. I also ask that you could ask Gregory Lestrade to accompany me to the party. As you may know I don't socialize with many people and would like to bring someone that is familiar with how we are. Let me know. Cheers

Mycroft.

"A party?" John said looking up at Sherlock who looked shocked at first then groaned in annoyance.

"Yes. Mummy has a big birthday celebration every year. Mycroft and I are always stuck going. She is going to be upset because of the fall and also never calling her. Every year we have to bring a guest and I'm usually stuck with one of Mycroft's assistance. One last year tried to dance all over me and she was just foul. Mycroft is also usually with an assistant and both assistance are usually freaked out by the end of the night and quit. You and Lestrade understand us more and are able to accept us as the freaks we are," Sherlock explained.

"You lot aren't freaks just...unique," he said leaning into Sherlock comfortingly.

"See you understand," Sherlock said and smiled down at John before bringing him into a light kiss. Their kiss was interrupted by John's mobile going off on the table. John lightly pulled away and looked at Sherlock slightly apologetically before answering his phone.

"Hello?"

"John! Hey it' Sarah!" came a cheery voice from the other end.

"Oh hello Sarah how can I help you?" John asked politely worried he may have to go into work.

"My shift ends in about 10 minutes and I was wondering if you wanted to grab a beer at the pub or something? We haven't actually hung out after work in a while. Plus I have some things to share with you about Tom," she said finishing in an annoyed voice.

"Uh well we are kind of on a case at the moment so..."he started.

"Oh John I won't need you the entire time. I can call you up in about 2 hours and get you to the morgue so you can see more. Go out and take some time off. I can do what I need to here without you being bored," Sherlock said knowing nothing would really involve John until they saw the body more closely.

"On second thought, I have some time if you want. I'll catch a cab to the hospital and meet you there now," John offered.

"No need. I have a car and we can just go to a place nearby so that you can get to your prince when you need to," she giggled into the phone. "Meet me at Princess Louis in a few. Tell Sherlock I say hi! See you soon." With that, Sarah had ended the call.

"Keep your phone on and I will text you when I leave," Sherlock said as he put his laptop back on his lap to refresh his inbox.

John walked into the bar and instantly saw Sarah wave him over with a beer in hand. He smiled at her and approached her, avoiding some of the stairs he received from people who recognized him from the papers. "How are you?" John asked Sarah politely as he sat down across from her.

"You were right, completely right. Thomas was a little shit. I can't believe I thought he would be a great guy!" Sarah bickered before swallowing a big gulp of her beer as John kindly asked the waitress for a beer as well. Thomas Murphy was a man Sarah had met on a dating website and had been a charmer to her from the start. John had always said there was something off about him thinking he was too good to be true. Sarah begged to differ, until now.

"Well what happened?" John asked after she had finished her beer and ordered another one.

"I saw him making out with a lady who happens to be his wife! He was married. I should have seen that coming," she said exasperated. The waitress brought them each another beer and looked over at John with a flirtatious smile.

"Can I get you anything else sweetheart?" She asked flirtatiously.

"Uhh no thanks," he replied awkwardly taking a sip of his beer and looking back over to Sarah. "So what did you do? Did you tell his wife?"

"That's the only reason I know she's his wife. I went up and asked what he was doing and basically his wife asked me the same thing and it came out. He was so panicked looking at the both of us I'm pretty sure he would have made a run for it if his wife hadn't have gripped his shirt sleeve to keep him there," she said laughing lightly.

"Wow. Was she angry at you or anything?" he asked.

"Me? No, she knew that I clearly knew nothing about the marriage. We actually talk now. We gave each other our numbers so we have been talking about everything. She's actually a nice girl. I can see us being friends," Sarah replied smiling and sipping at her beer.

"Well at least you have a cheating person in common," John said laughing slightly.

"That and we both agreed he was terrible in bed," she laughed at her own joke. They talked for about an hour about work and about her potentially meeting some other guys until she brought up the one think John was waiting for. "So how have you and Mister raven locks been doing?" she asked with a teasing grin. She was on her fourth beer and John stuck with only drinking two.

"We have been fine. We have a new case with a dead girl who has a strange symbol carved into her stomach. It looks to me like the number seven but Sherlock tells me that it isn't but doesn't know yet what it actually is," John explained before having some more of his beer.

"Well how is he in bed? I would expect kind of weird feeling being almost all skin and bones," Sarah said smiling and giving him a slightly teasing push.

"You know very well Sherlock and I haven't..."

"Done the dance with no pants," she finished laughing. John looked down awkwardly and started to fidget slightly with his beer. "Oh come on John, don't tell me you haven't made a move on him yet?" she asked but John remained silent. She gasped in shock. "John you haven't..."

"I haven't had time plus I don't think he's ready. He still gets a little stiff when we simply cuddle," John explained quietly but he saw Sarah sporting a huge grin and he looked at her confusingly.

"What part of him went stiff?" She asked and burst out laughing at John turning a bright red and chugging the rest of his beer down.

"Sarah," he said embarrassed, "please don't." She stopped laughing after about two minutes before calming down and looking at John.

"John, you know he won't ever make the move. You need to either make that move or talk to him about it. Don't pretend he's the only one who isn't 100% sure of this. I know you well enough. You lived with me for almost half a year"

"What am I supposed to do with a guy? I've only ever been with girls in my life and I know it will just be a disaster and I don't even know how to start, what to do or, or..." John was rambling on nervously but stopped when Sarah interrupted him.

"Watch some gay porn," she said calmly as John gave her a look of pure shock. "I'm serious. Unless you want to go up to someone and ask, I suggest either some porn or at least a little research."

"I-I don't think I could..."

"Oh of course you can. It's like regular porn but with two men and don't act like you have never watched porn John. Just give it a try and then talk to Sherlock about it. It won't be an easy conversation but it has to happen." John looked at her in shock before being interrupted by a buzzing in his leg from his mobile. He looked at the screen and saw Sherlock's text.

Meet me outside.

SH

John looked back up at Sarah. "I-I gotta go," he said as he threw some cash on the table and stumbled away.

"Think about what I said!" she yelled across before laughing lightly and getting ready before going back to her flat.

Sherlock watched from the window as John headed down the street to Princess Louis bar to meet up with Sarah. He saw John disappear from sight and went back to refresh his inbox and looked with satisfaction at the new email from Lestrade. He opened it and saw many pictures appear of different angles of Lily's body.

Sherlock looked over the pictures but couldn't catch any more than what he saw at the crime scene. He wanted to inspect her closer to find out about the paint on her back and possibly why she was covered in water. He suspected it had something to do with satanic worship considering she had a demonic pentagram burned onto her shoulder. He got a clear shot of the burnt tattoo and saw how the lines weren't even probably meaning that the metal that was made to burn her was home made. He had pressed down too hard and created a far worse mark with a lot of bruising. Usually when those tattoos were done, there would be far less scabbing and not as much bruising if any.

There wasn't much he could do until he saw the body up close again and be able to take a better look and have some science equipment around to help. Sherlock got up and paced around the room a little. He was trying to think about the case but couldn't keep his mind focused. He couldn't keep his mind away from John. He started to pace faster and mumble out his thoughts.

"I wonder what John is doing with Sarah. Is he going to get drunk? No John wouldn't do that, he knows we have a case going on. What if he's telling her about how terrible a boyfriend I am!" Sherlock started to pace faster and was nearly speed walking around the room. "Is it possible I'm not giving him everything he needs? What if he breaks up with me for not giving him sex. I mean, it can't be hard for him to find a nice girl who would gladly give him what he needs."

Sherlock had to sit down and take calming breaths. He decided that playing his violin would help him out the most. He placed his phone in his pocket for when Molly called for them to come to the morgue and went over to get his violin. He played it, calming his mind. He played long and beautiful notes of a song he had created himself during his stay with Molly. She played the piano so had helped him out a little with coming up with the right song for John.

He played the song after John had agreed to move back in with him on the third night. John was still upset about Sherlock faking his death and the song had made John feel much better. He eventually forgave Sherlock and they have been inseparable since. Well not really in a relationship inseparable but they were very close friends before they became more.

Sherlock played for about 20 minutes before Molly called him to tell him to come down to the morgue to inspect the body closer. Sherlock smiled and gently put his precious violin away in his case. He stepped outside with his signature coat and scarf on and put his hand up for a cab. As he sat down, he told the cabbie to first go to the bar, then to go to the morgue. He quickly sent of a quick text to John, and waited.

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As they entered the morgue, they were greeted by a very cheery Molly. "Hello boys. How have you been?" She asked with a huge smile.

"Pretty good. Now where is the body of Lily Maybell for me to look at?" he asked with a small smile. Molly sighed and lifted the sheet up off of Lily's body.

"Knock yourself out," she said and took off her gloves to shoot off a quick text.

"Thank you," Sherlock said as he placed some gloves onto his hands and started to further inspect the body. He took a couple swab samples of the salty water on her skin as well as but a few parts of her hair and placed it all into separate containers or bags. Next Sherlock got some scrapings from under her nails in hopes that he could find something even if it wasn't the killers DNA.

After that, he flipped her onto the side and asked John to hold her up. He immediately got on some gloves and held her body still as Sherlock did his best to get some of the spray paint residue off of her back. He also saw a few small rocks and some dirt stuck into her back which Sherlock took some samples of. He took one last look at the symbol on her back and confirmed that it was indeed a satanic pentagram burned onto her shoulder. He nodded at John to put the body back down and put all the evidence he collected into a small box he had with him.

"All done?" Molly asked as Sherlock finished gathering up all he got from her body.

"Here yes, but now I must head to the labs to look further into this. You coming John?" He asked looking over at John expectantly. John nodded his head and followed Sherlock into the labs to research some more on the body.

The man looked around and noticed a young man hugging Mrs. Clements as to say sorry for her brother's death. Upon further inspection, he saw the man reach into her pocket and take out her wallet. He smiled to himself and thought that he had found his next demon. He came over and smiled gently at the two.

"Hello , I am very sorry for your loss," he said in a gentle voice. He looked over and saw the boy start to look a little nervous at his sudden appearance.

"Oh thank you father," she said with a small sad smile. "Henry here was just offering to help me around the house and maybe help me prepare some meals for me."

"Oh isn't that right Henry?" He said looking over at him. Henry swallowed in nervousness. "We could always use a little help out in the church as well if you had some free time on your hand."

"Uhh sure father. I can find some time to come in and do a little extra work," he said nervously.

"Oh that sounds wonderful. Thank you Henry," he said with a small smile. "May god go with you all," he said at the both of them.

"And with your spirit," replied . He nodded their good-byes and walked back into his basement.

Aaaand so I made the guy a priest XD. Sorry if this offends anyone but I thought it over for a while so. He gets his victims from those kind who don't seem very heavenly. You will know by the end what Lily did exactly to cause her death. Hope you like it and feel free to review or message me just to chat :). Thanks for reading!