**Well here we are again, and I still don't own anything of the BBC's, what a pity.**
The Taxi Ride
Having got dressed quicker than Louise had ever thought possible, she beelined for the door, grabbing her keys on the way out, not bothering with a jacket to cover her long-sleeved black hooded 'Team Bell'T-shirt, the first thing she could find in the busy haze of clothing.
Racing downstairs she joined Sherlock on the pavement outside her flat, who had miraculously already managed to have hailed a cab. Clambering into the taxi, Louise pulled her phone from the back pocket of her black jeans and flipped through her contacts.
She found Lestrade's number and hit dial, seeing as she had learned that Sherlock hadn't informed the proper authorities through the proper channels of his grisly discovery. It rang a few times before it went to voicemail, but Louise knew he had a shedload of his own cases to be getting on with, but decided to leave a message just in case.
"Hey Greg, it's Lou, um we've had a bit of a situation pop up in the lab, someone kind of sent me some human teeth along with some blood and saliva in the post, so we're headed back to the lab now. If you could ring me or get to the lab as soon as you can, that'd be great. Bye." Louise explained, running a hand through her hair and sighing.
Looking to Sherlock, she couldn't help but let out a small chuckle of exasperated amusement at the man who was holding the box of teeth on his lap as if it were as normal as a box of cupcakes or a bag of grocery shopping. Sherlock turned his head slightly towards Louise in mild puzzlement.
"Who's Greg? Why does he need to know the contents of your lovely little gift here?" He asked, turning his attention back to the package and rooting through the box in search of anything else noteworthy within its four walls.
Louise shook her head slightly at the blatant stupidity of the genius that sat beside her.
"Greg is Lestrade you dingbat." She explained, leaning her head back against the seat. "What are you even looking for in there?" Lou continued, raising a curious eyebrow.
Ignoring her 'dingbat' comment, Sherlock proceeded to feel the inside walls of cardboard box for any sorts of hints, clues or evidence as to who the mystery package could have possibly been from. He stopped dead and allowed a small smile for himself when he felt a slight corner raised from the bottom of the box, underneath the bubble wrap. Peeling away the camouflage of the stuck-down brown paper, it revealed a small sheet of generic A4 lined paper that had been torn in half.
"This Miss Bell, is exactly what I was looking for." He murmured, reading it over a good four or five times before deciding to hand it over to her.
"Sweetness, Sweetness I was only joking when I said I'd like to mash every tooth in your head…" Louise read out loud, slowing as the meaning unwrapped itself in her brain, realisation dawning upon her. "That… That's a Smiths song." She managed to stutter out.
"Well there's no need to be such a babbling wreck about it Miss Bell, this is brilliant! All the tell-tale signs of a serial killer!" Sherlock exclaimed excitedly, a grin managing to stretch across his pointed features.
"Bigmouth Strikes Again…" Louise continued, declaring the name of the song, going slightly numb as the truth set in that she had been denying that a potential serial killer knew who she was and let out a shaky breath.
"Excuse me?" Sherlock looked to her, nonplussed, but looking as if he was itching to get back to the lab more than ever now.
"Bigmouth Strikes Again. It's the name of the song the lyrics are from. Though at this particular junction of time, it's perfectly suited to you, you tactless and insensitive arse! A fucking serial killer knows who I am, where I work, and you're acting like a kid at Christmas!" She all but exploded to him, not finding the prospect nearly as fun as he currently was.
"Oh do compose yourself will you! This is far more exciting than Cactus DNA, and you're getting hung up over the fact that someone may want to murder you and extract your teeth? Well… From the amount of blood in the bag, it's more likely done the other way round, but still, can't you feel it?" Sherlock burst with excitement, while the scientist merely blinked back at him in response as the taxi pulled up to the lab.
Ejecting himself from the seat and out of the cab with a flurry of unexpected lanky gracefulness, he ran around to the other side of the car and opened the door for Louise, a frantic look in his normally calm and collected blue eyes and a smile tugging on his lips.
"The game, Miss Bell, is on!"
I know, I know it's short, but it's necessary, and I'll try to start writing longer chapters. Or I can carry on doing shorter chapters more frequently, leave me a review to tell me what you think please, help me to help you, if you'd be so kind!
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