As we exited the cab, me paying of course, I couldn't help but stare at the tall man who was strolling in front of me. The street was blocked off by yellow tape, and police cars. Pedestrians stood in the way of us and our crime scene. A murder in the suburbs, very rare, especially in this part of London. Tall brownstone buildings all the around, trees, dogs barking in the distance, the grey sky above us. As we made our way through the crowd of people, I noticed Donovan standing about talking to an officer, laughing.

Professional, I thought bitterly. Sherlock was waiting for me, holding the yellow tape up so I could go under. I smiled and muttered a thank you to him, causing him to smile briefly, but it soon faded as soon as it had come. We tried to walk past Donovan, but she noticed approaching us going up the steps.

"Hey, freak!" She shouted after Sherlock, causing him to flinch. I noticed as we stopped and turned to talk to Sally, that Sherlock had to put up with people calling him names. I never realized that it hurt him, as it would hurt any other person.

"Donovan." Sherlock greeted duly, avoiding eye contact with her. It wasn't that he was scared of her, he just didn't like to look at people who couldn't handle his smarts.

"Detective Inspector Lestrade is very puzzled by this one, seems that she didn't struggle, so she probably knew the perp. Oh-" Sherlock cut her off, holding up a gloved hand. He looked her in the eyes, and seemed bored.

"Stop right there, I'd prefer to hear it from the detective inspector himself, if you don't mind." I shifted from foot to foot, waiting patiently for us to finish up this awkward conversation.

"Well,"I chimed in, stopping Donovan from saying anything else," we'd better go check it out for ourselves...You know, the dead body and stuff." She turned to me, looking me up and down, then smiled.

"Right, dead body." She said, and with that I tugged on Sherlock's sleeve, and turned away, walking up the steps to the flat.

"John." Sherlock said, when we entered the flat. It look much bigger on the inside, and very clean. Wooden floors, white furniture, a chandelier above our heads, and a fancy looking staircase that lead upstairs. "John." Sherlock repeated, I snapped my head toward him, not realizing I wasn't paying attention.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" I muttered as I spoke. I looked up at Sherlock, who had his 'I'm deducing what you're thinking' face. I swallowed hard, was something wrong with my face? Did I seem out of it?

"I was just asking if you were okay.." He stared at me, his blue eyes like an endless ocean of blue and grey.

"Ah, yes. I'm quite alright. Though I should be asking you that, you've never asked me if I were okay before." I joked, but his face just had confusion written all over it. Sherlock was about to open his mouth, when we heard a familiar voice from above the stairs.

"Excuse me, dead body here, crime scene." Lestrade was standing atop the stairs, staring down at us, arms across his chest.

"Right." Sherlock and I said in unison, then looked at each other in confusion. I started to blush because I heard Lestrade chuckle, causing Sherlock to sigh in boredom.

Sherlock strode up the stairs with his long legs, me following behind. When we entered the room where the woman was killed, I noticed Anderson wasn't anywhere to be found, which was a good thing. The victim was in her bed, her arms were hog tied behind her back, and she had something in her mouth. There was not so much blood everywhere, I expected more, due to how many times she was stabbed, but there was only a bit. Sherlock was already near her body, a small smirk on his face, as he inspected her.

Her body was small, probably 5'3, her hair dark brown, and her glassy blue eyes were looking up to the ceiling. Her head was at a weird angle, and her lips looked red and torn as though they were bitten. She was wearing a blue silk nightgown, which was torn, showing her breasts and blood was pooling underneath her.

"Whoever did this is a real sadist." Lestrade stated, I nodded in agreement, and Sherlock chuckled.

"Yes she is." He said, causing me to look up at him.

"She?" I questioned, getting closer to the body so I could examine it. She appeared to be dead for more than 12 hours, rigor set in, her eyes were bloodshot red from being strangled, and the lack of blood meant she was most likely stabbed after death.

"Yes, she." Sherlock began." The way this woman was tied was unprofessionally, as though it weren't meant to be tight. Most likely a bondage fetish with her and her lover, likely went bad going by her dying. Anyways, she went unconscious from lack of air, and then choked on her vomit. The rope around her neck was too tight, and the other person didn't notice, until she wasn't moving or making any more noise." Sherlock was beside me as he spoke about what happened, and I felt him run his hand down my back when no one was looking. I shivered under his touch, and he smirked looking at me with hunger in his eyes.

"I need you.."

His voice ran through my head from this morning, and I gasped when he slowly moved his hand down to ghost over my arse. Lestrade looked over and Sherlock moved his hand away, scowling at the floor. I was blushing like a mad man, and Lestrade gave me a questioning look.

"Anything else?" Lestrade asked.

"Ah, right. Her lover is her sister, bit of incest sounds good doesn't it? Well anyways, you should arrest her for murder." He stated simply before turning and walking out of the room. I stood there stunned for a good minute before saying something.

"How did you know it was her sister?" I asked as I turned to chase after him. Sherlock was at the bottom of the stairs, on his phone.

"John, it was her sister due to her not being married, nothing but pictures of her and her sister all around," I looked around and he was right, there was only pictures of them two around," and also, I found her diary. Which only talks about her and her sister, plus some other things." He pulled a small blue book out from his coat pocket and held it out to me. I took it in my hands and sighed."Oh! Right and the sister left this behind too," he had a pink nail from his pocket also," seems she lost it when tying the sister up."

"Sherlock, we need to talk. About this morning...And what you just did…" I blushed, looking at Sherlock as he held a smile on his face.
"John, I already told you. I need you, all the time. I tried to keep my distance earlier, but I couldn't. So I had to calm myself, and I touched you. I am sorry if it was a bad time. I'll try to control myself more next time." I smiled at his words.

"No, it was okay. Just surprised me was all. Though it was dangerous, because if Lestrade would've killed us if he found out what you were up to." I smiled and chuckled, causing Sherlock to do the same.

"So, this case was simple then?" I heard Lestrade coming up to us, and turned to him. His face looked tired, and he had bags under his eyes and stubble on his face.

"Yes," Sherlock simply said." and I told you not to bother me for anything more than a 5, or at least a 7." I heard Lestrade sigh, and held out the diary to him.

"This has everything you need," I said to him, and he sighed.

"So, why did the sister stab her then?" He asked Sherlock, and I turned to him.

"To make it look like a murder; it was a hasty job due to her being scared. If you take a look at the wounds they were made after she was dead, to make it look like someone killed her for revenge or something. I mean how would you feel if you killed your sister during sex? I guess she didn't notice how sloppy of a job she did, now please can you go and arrest her. She might try to leave the country for all we know." He turned around and strode out of the building, once again having the last word. I said goodbye to Lestrade and ran after my mystery man. Sherlock was already hailing a cab down, and got into it. I sat across from him and told the cabbie our address.
The entire way home Sherlock was staring at me with this hunger in his eyes, making me shift under his gaze. Every now and then I would lick my lips and Sherlock would stare at my lips, I heard him mutter something under his breath probably to make me feel what he was feeling.

"You drive me crazy when you do that." He said, causing me to blush furiously.

The drive back was agonizingly slow, and Sherlock was practically undressing me with his gaze. It was so hot, I could feel my cheeks burning. I could tell he was turned on, and he noticed how that affected me. A smile played on his lips, his eyes so intense with lust. I knew we weren't even close to being home, so I suddenly turned to the cabbie and held out a few bills.

"Get us there in less than 20 minutes and it's all yours." I said. The cabbie eyed the bills and nodded his head, driving a bit faster than originally.

"The game is on, my dear doctor..." Sherlock said in a deep voice, causing my pants to twitch in delight.