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Hope you like chapter 3!
Note: I am American and I know that we say stuff completely different than they do in England. So I did have to do a search for how "gas station" is said - Petrol (I hope I got that right) and did some medical searches too. When it comes to anything medical - the closest thing I know is put a band aid over a scrape.
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's Sherlock.
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Molly looked at the body on the table. She had heard about the murders but had not held the opportunity to examine any of the bodies. She wished she still hadn't. The young woman, name still unknown, died with a horrific look on her face. Molly guessed she was only 25 years old. The handmade coffin was also brought in as per Sherlock's order. Molly felt chills run through her as she lightly ran her fingers over the scratch marks.
"Any new discoveries?" Sherlocks's deep baritone voice made Molly jump.
"Oh Sherlock!" Molly held her hand up to her heart. "Sorry, I was just getting started. I can't believe someone could burry another person alive."
Molly followed Sherlock over to the body as he pointed at the woman's shoulder. "I noticed a small needle point mark on her shoulder. I do not believe this was discovered on any of the other bodies." Sherlock said.
Molly pulled out a magnify glass and found the tiny mark. "I will run a toxicology report to test for any unusual substances."
"Thank you." Sherlock said. He stepped closer to Molly with great concern, "Molly, something that all of these women had in common was their long brown hair."
Molly could hear the real concern in Sherlock's voice. She too had long brown hair. "Do you think that I should cut my hair?"
"That should not be necessary but I do ask that you pay close attention to all of your surroundings. Never walk home by yourself or at night and always keep all of your doors and windows locked." Sherlock said.
Molly nodded. It was a little frightening knowing there was a serial killer out there looking for girls with long brown hair. Molly still kept the thought of dying her hair or getting it cut as an option.
Suddenly a man burst through the morgue doors. He stopped when he saw Molly and Sherlock and the body laying on the table. Molly quickly covered the body up with the sheet.
Sherlock studied the man's look. Middle aged, balding and slightly overweight. The man stepped closer to them.
"Is...is that my Jennifer? My poor, poor Jennifer?" The man wept.
Molly looked at Sherlock and then back to the man. "Um sir, my name is Molly Hooper. If you just give me a moment, I can arrange the body for you to identify."
"No, no - I want to see her now!" the man yelled. His attention was then caught by sight of the handmade coffin still covered in dirt. "Oh God! Was she, was...did that killer take her from me?"
Molly held the man's hand in a comforting manner. "Sir, if you would allow me to, I will show you the body over here. But I must warn you, this will not be easy for you."
The man identified the young woman as his daughter Jennifer Mason, 23 years old. Mr. Mason then starred down Sherlock. "You. You are Sherlock Holmes. I have read in the papers how you are supposed to be some kind of genius detective. Why haven't you caught this monster yet?!"
Sherlock looked away in shame. The man was right; he should have already stopped the monster that was haunting all of England.
"Jennifer had just begun a career as a triage nurse here at St. Barts. She was only on her second day when she disappeared. " Mr. Mason said.
"She worked here?" Sherlock asked. This was good Sherlock thought, though he did not share this inner excitement with Mr. Mason. He would have easy access to St. Bart's video surveillance. Was it possible that the killer walked the halls of the hospital and that he could have passed by Sherlock?
After calming the father down and sending him back to his surviving family, Molly began the autopsy. With Mr. Mason on her mind, she would not let him down by overlooking any crucial evidence. In the meantime, Sherlock visited the security surveillance room.
"I need to see video from two weeks ago." Sherlock demanded.
Sherlock searched hours of video and found nothing. Going back a 3rd week, Sherlock saw Jennifer Mason running with other medical nurses and doctors as they pushed a gurney into an operating room. Fast forwarding through that day, Sherlock stopped when he saw Jennifer again, this time speaking with a doctor. She had dropped a stack of papers and he was helping her pick them up. The A&E was busy with nurses and doctors running around after a bus crash came in. Sherlock took this behavior as strange for the doctor stopping to help pick up papers when he should have been concentrating on saving the man's life that another team of doctors were doing just a few feet away.
Going through more video, Sherlock never saw the doctor again but did see Jennifer going home at the end of her shift. Sherlock would have to get surveillance video from Mycroft and go from there.
Back in the morgue, Molly was just finishing up the paper work from the autopsy when Sherlock returned. The complete lab results weren't in yet but Molly suspected an anesthetic was used.
"Sherlock, do you think the killer could be a doctor? I found traces of Thiopental in Jennifer Mason's body." Molly said.
"I saw Jennifer Mason speaking with a doctor on video surveillance. There is still more surveillance that John and I need to go over tonight." Sherlock said. Before leaving the morgue Sherlock turned to Molly, "None of the murders have taken place in the same area and for all we know, the killer could be long gone. But I do believe he was here at this hospital."
For the second time in her shift that day, Molly felt a chill run through her. At the end of her shift Molly had good mind in calling for a cab instead of waiting for one.
3 weeks ago:
He tried living his life like normal. Shortly after his wife had passed away, Norman Snyder returned to work. But it was insane seeing Loretta everywhere he went. There she was with her long brown hair - pumping petro at the petrol station, shopping for groceries and today, dropping those stacks of papers. Loretta always was clumsy like that. He smiled at her ghost as he stopped to help. He wanted his wife to come back to him!
Jennifer Mason thanked the doctor who had helped her. He was so cute she thought and probably taken. She saw the wedding ring on his left hand finger. Yep, married. But at least he helped her. Jennifer thought nursing was going to be so easy - so challenging and that she could help others. But all she had become in her first two days at St. Bart's was a screw up. Jennifer could hear her father's strong words in her ears "You can achieve anything in life". Jennifer lifted her head up high with determination as she helped a man walking into the A&E holding his forehead that was bleeding.
Norman Snyder continued to quietly walk around St. Bart's hospital, sneaking around as he picked up vials of anesthetic that doctors or nurses had turned their back on.