So as a sort of filler I decided to put the party. I have always wanted to come up with Sherlock's parents (well mother) so I put this in. After the next chapter, there will be a new you guys are enjoying this and there will be a hint at the start of a little Mystrade :P Enjoy!

Warnings: light violence and language.

Sherlock sat at the microscope, looking at the dirt that was dug into the victims back to try to find out where her body could possibly have been before the park. John heard Sherlock growl in frustration at the fact that there was nothing he could find that could help with the exact location.

"What is this?! There must be one piece of dirt from this girl's body that can tell me where she was before," Sherlock shouted in frustration.

"Maybe he used that water to clean her enough?" John suggested carefully.

"Clean her? There wasn't nearly enough water to clean her. John I'm missing something but what?" Sherlock said starting to pace around. John looked over at him and could see the bags under his eyes. They had been at the lab for 12 hours now and Sherlock must have been exhausted. John was nearly dead. It was 5 in the morning and he was on his 5th cup of coffee.

"Hello boys," Molly said from the entrance hall.

"Molly I have no time for silly chatter, I have to work!" Sherlock said clearly annoyed but Molly just rolled her eyes.

"Can I get you some coffee?" She continued ignoring Sherlock's rudeness.

"Yes, black two sugars," he stated. Molly stood there, staring at him till finally he sighed. "Please, sorry Molly," he said lamely and looked down.

"Quite alright, I know this is getting to you. How about you John?" she asked.

"Yes please and actually, I will help you out with it, give Sherlock some time to think the case over a bit in peace," John said getting up and going with Molly who simply smiled.

As they walked up the stairs to where the coffee maker was, Molly noticed how tense John was and knew it wasn't from being tired. "So is there a particular reason you wanted to come with me?" she asked smiling over at him in a teasing way.

"Oi! Can't someone want to simply hang out or get away from Sherlock for a little bit?" this caused Molly to laugh and John to started laughing with her.

"Well of course but I feel like something's bothering you and I assume that something has to do with Sherlock?" she asked.

"Well maybe a little bit," he said and Molly nudged him to urge him on. "Well, do you think Sherlock and I will ever..." John simply stuttered and didn't know how to form the words. Molly smiled at him and laughed lightly.

"Come on John, you're a big boy you can say it."

"Do you think we will ever have sex?" John blurted out and blushed like mad. Molly only laughed lightly.

"Oh John, why wouldn't you guys have sex? Not to bud into your relationship but come on, you know Sherlock isn't asexual." Molly said this whilst starting up the coffee pot to brew some fresh, hot coffee for the three of them. She stayed in the lab since she had a few other bodies to process that she fell behind on.

"Well I mean even when we simply cuddle, Sherlock gets all st- nervous about being so close and all," he said trying not to reuse the word that got him into an embarrassing situation with Sarah.

"You know he hasn't been with anyone before. Just talk it out with him. Once you sit him down and make sure he stays down, you can get him to listen to you. You just have to stand your ground, he'll talk eventually." Molly finished putting the filters in and went with John to sit at the table for it to be ready.

"I suppose I could give it a try. Also, well I don't really know what to do," he said awkwardly.

"You're a doctor. How hard can it be to figure out?" she asked.

"Well I know the basics but I still don't..."

"Know what to do well, I can give you the advice I used when I had to figure out what exactly to do with Alice which was watch some lesbian porn," she said shrugging with slight embarrassment. Ever since being with Sherlock and Mycroft for 3 years, she lost most of her embarrassment and became a much stronger woman, especially since going out with Mycroft's assistant Alice.

"Oh not the porn suggestion again," he said groaning and put his face in his hands.

"Again? Who suggested that idea?" Molly asked smiling.

"I asked Sarah about it yesterday and she said the same thing but less mature about it and she was drunk." Sarah laughed out loud at that as the coffee poured into the pot.

"Well then she knows what she was talking about it. As awkward as it sounds, it helps a lot," she said calmly. John sighed and knew he was getting no other suggestion about it.

"Okay so watch some gay porn and talk about it, got you," he said. Molly giggled and patted his back.

"Atta boy," she laughed at his blushing face and went to pour the coffee into the cups. She handed two over to John for himself and Sherlock. They walked down carefully with the boiling cups.

"Hey also I got invited to some party to attend with Sherlock for his mothers birthday," John said balancing the steaming liquid as not to spill them.

"Oh I have heard about those before. Their mother's birthday is some big party and they have to bring a guest every year. Sherlock will obviously bring you but who is Mycroft going to bring? Do you know?" she asked looking over at him making sure he didn't fall.

"Yea I'm going and Sherlock is going to ask Greg to go with Mycroft since he asked," Molly smiled up with a huge grin. "What?" he asked.

"Mycroft is finally going to ask Greg. I have been waiting for this day for ages," she said smiling and nodding her head as to say she was shocked.

"What do you mean finally?"

"Well Mycroft has fancied Greg for ages. During Sherlock's stay at my flat, Mycroft would come with a few cases offering to help out and bringing it to Sherlock so he could have something else to do whilst he was hiding and Mycroft would always come back gleaming. Also when I was there, he would stand far too close to Greg who failed to notice or maybe he just didn't care. You could tell. I was wondering when he would ask him," she said.

"Huh. Never saw that one coming," both of them laughed lightly as they entered into the labs. John placed the coffee away from Sherlock but close enough so he could reach it. He grunted out a thank you and continued looking at the evidence.

Sherlock turned around, sipped his coffee and looked at both of them. "The spray paint that was scraped along her back was a simple red colour and most likely purchased at a department store. I couldn't match out much of a symbol but it has some kind of meaning to it. I would guess something satanic for sure. I have looked into some satanic rituals and couldn't find much that wasn't fake or stupid. We will need a few days to do this." Sherlock started pacing around the room.

"Uh Sherlock, the party is tomorrow..." John said awkwardly. Sherlock shot up and started cursing.

"Oh shit this is too early, alright. Well I need to call up Lestrade and make sure he's going to go and we need to get some clothes. We need to get you some sleep as well," Sherlock started to pace a little more in his mind palace trying to figure it all out. "Molly do you have anywhere for John to sleep until around 8?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes, come on John, let's get you rested up shall we," she said smiling at him and she dragged him away.

"Oh yes thank you," he said following behind her glad to be able to get some rest.

Sherlock had been thinking for about two hours on what he should do for the party when it reached 7:30 and his phone rang. "Sherlock," he answered.

"Hello Sherlock it's me," came Lestrade's voice from the line, "have you gotten any farther on the case?"

"Not as much as you would hope. I only know that the spray pain was cheap department store paint and it was red. I can see that she must have been in some sort of dark cellar or basement with a concrete floor which I can only think building possibly abandoned. The cuts were done very well even through her struggles. He had her tied down with some simple rope so I assume all this stuff was bought from a department store. The rope that bound her was thick and she struggled enough to have it dig deeply into her wrists and ankles. I was thinking she was hog tied," he finished his deduction.

"How did he manage to get her?" He asked.

"Well he would have bashed her head hard enough as to knock her out."

"Do you think we will see another body?" Lestrade asked.

"I would think so. A single killing wouldn't have their victims with a distinct mark carved in. I would expect another body shortly. The killer is clearly trying to send out a message."

"Alright well keep me posted. Later," Lestrade said as he was about to hang up.

"Wait!" Sherlock shouted.

"What is it?"

"My brother was wondering if you would accompany him to a party tomorrow. John and I will be there as well. It is a birthday party for our mother and he would be honored if you came with us," Sherlock said trying to sound as polite as he could to someone who wasn't John, Molly or Mrs. Hudson.

"Wait is he asking me like as a date?" he asked sounding shocked and was that happiness Sherlock detected?

"If you want to think of it as one, than yes. If you're worried about work, I can get him to take care of that with a single text."

"Oh wow sure I would love to come. What do I need to wear?" he asked sounding slightly panicked.

"It's formal. If you have nothing to wear, go down over by Miller's bar that you and John go to once a month and across the street is a tailor's place called Andre's. Get yourself fitted and tell them Mycroft sent you."

"Wow I'm not having Mycroft pay for..."

"Mycroft is the government, don't bother arguing. Just do it. I will let him know you're coming. He will be there with a limousine at 8:00 sharp tomorrow. Be ready."

"Alright, well thanks Sherlock," he said happily.

"No problem," he replied and hung up.

At 10:00 after taking John to get some coffee and both of them for breakfast (Sherlock only had breakfast cause of John), they made their way over to the tailors that Mycroft was well known with. As John entered he gasped slightly at the beauty of the place. It was large with many materials everywhere. John swore the store was made of gold.

"Sherlock! There you are mon ami! Haven't seen you in many years, how have you been?" A little man came over with a thick French accent. Sherlock gave him a small smile.

"Very well Andre thank you. This is my boyfriend John," he introduced. John smiled at Sherlock calling him his boyfriend. "John this is Andre, I helped him out on a case in my late teens and he is also close with Mycroft. He was French so everyone here was having a lot of trouble talking to him so I helped translate and get him out of prison as well as teach him some English."

"Hello," John said holding out his hand to shake it with Andre who gladly took his hand.

"A boyfriend of Sherlock's is a good person to me. It is nice to meet you. What can I do for you today?" he asked.

"Mummy's birthday is coming up and John needs a tux. I forgot until today," Sherlock looked down slightly embarrassed.

"Oh Sherlock is no problem, come along." John and Sherlock followed Andre for John's fitting.

After they were done, John walked out with a new suit and Sherlock called them a cab to get home and get ready.

As Sherlock got in the shower, John had a small inner debate with himself on if he should talk to Sherlock now or later. He didn't really want to ruin the mood for the party so he decided later would be better. Maybe they could talk after they solved the case and Sherlock could fully concentrate on John and not halfway him and halfway the case.

Sherlock came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his hips. John gasped lightly at the sight in front of him. He was ghostly white but had enough muscle to have what he considered a nice body. Sherlock walked into their room to get changed as John tried his best to hide his now half hard cock from Sherlock's eyes. He coughed lightly and started to think of terrible things.

As soon as he started to cool off, Sherlock came out with a perfect suit, practically sculpted onto his body. John swallowed the lump in his throat and knew this was going to be a long night.

"Are you ready to go John? Sherlock asked almost purring it out.

"Y-ya okay," he replied as Sherlock lead him out the door.

"Thank you for coming by and helping out with all this Henry. I could always use the help," the man said politely. He looked over at the rope and the cloth covered in chloroform on the last pew to make sure he had it all planned out.

"It's no problem father Martin, may as well do something to help out," Henry said wiping down the other pews.

"Well after what you did yesterday I wouldn't think you would want to help out," father martin said with a small smile.

"I-I don't know what you mean," said Henry nervously.

"Oh I think you do. You were doing the work of Lucifer; he has seen your doings and must say he is very proud. I am very proud."

"What the hell? I just needed some cash is all. I wasn't doing any of Lucifer's work or any of that bull. What are you even talking about?" Henry looked over in slight disgust being very against the devil. Henry wasn't paying attention as father Martin took the chloroform and ran up behind him.

"I need more warriors, the demons I need have escaped the gates of hell and I need them back. I need you back Henry," he said carefully as he approached him.

"What in the-"Henry started as he got up but was cut off by the cloth against his mouth. He thrashed trying to get out but was weakened by the smell and passed out.

Father Martin lifted him up bridal style, grabbed the rope and made his way down to the basement.

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