John was wandering back down the hall with Sherlock by his side. He couldn't help but question why Sherlock could feel his touch, but not Sarah's, but the thought was pushed aside when Sherlock questioned why the man at the reception desk was there.
"Who? The man at the desk?"
Sherlock hummed in response "Detective Inspector Lestrade". He hurried forward towards him to hear what he was talking about to the young woman.
"… still no idea when he will come out of the coma?" The other woman shook her head and Lestrade sighed, "We need him."
"Don't they always" Sherlock smirked as he continued to listen.
"I'm sorry, sir." the lady responded, "If there are any changes, we'll let you know."
"Alright, thank you."
When Lestrade turned to walk away, he stopped in his tracks when his phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket, looking at the flashing name before answering it, "Yes, Anderson?… Where is this one?" He balanced the phone between his ear and shoulder as he pulled out a small notebook, writing down the address that Anderson was telling him.
Sherlock was looking over his shoulder in order to read the address that Lestrade was writing. The address was just on the other side of town. Nothing too difficult, Sherlock thought.
"I'll be there soon." Lestrade said before hanging up the phone and placing both the book and phone back into his pocket before leaving.
Sherlock turned to John with a small smile, a spark of an idea in his mind, "John, we need to go there."
"How would you even expect us to?" he sighed, "You might be able to go wherever you want without being seen, but I can't. You think I can just walk onto the crime scene and point them in the right direction."
Something brightened in Sherlock's eyes as he began smiling. Slowly he turned to John, "Exactly."
"Sherlock, this isn't going to work" John sighed as he pulled on his jacket, "I-I don't think I can pull this one off."
"Considering you're the only one who can see me, it's going to have to be you." Sherlock replied as he circled John, looking him up and down.
Being a master of disguise, Sherlock had a wide range of them in his boxes, and pickpocketing Lestrade's badge before hand made things easier.
John grabbed his phone and wallet, then shoved them into his pockets before slipping on his gloves. "The things I do for you." He sighed, "and you're in a bloody coma."
Sherlock had explained the plan to John but as they approached the police tape around the crime scene, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"Relax, you're going to be fine. We talked about this." Sherlock smiled, "Just do and say exactly what I say, alright?"
John swallowed hard and nodded before he continued walking towards the tape where two people were talking to one another.
Sherlock kept close to John, "It's all about the confidence, John. If you believe you can be a detective inspector, they will too."
"Easy for you to say." He whispered, before pulling the badge out of his pocket. He flashed it at them for a brief moment, hoping they hadn't seen the name, before putting it back into his pocket. "Evening," John started, "Detective Inspector Watson."
"Don't believe I've ever seen you around before." The woman asked, quirking up an eyebrow as she looked him up and down.
"I wouldn't expect you to." he paused for a brief moment
"Donovan." Sherlock quickly said.
"Donovan." John added.
Donovan stared at him dumbfounded. A part of he was wondering how he possible knew her name, but she raised the tape for him seemingly believing.
He stepped under with a faint smile, "Thank you."
"Nicely done," Shelock smirked, "Donovan is easy enough to deal with, but your big problem is the leader of the pack, Lestrade."
"The man from the hospital?" He mumbled hoping the other officers didn't hear him talking to himself.
Sherlock nodded, taking note of Lestrade in one of the lower levels of the house. "He's distracted but we won't have long. You're going to have to hurry."
John hurried up the stairs, avoiding any contact with the other officers. At this time, the room with the womans body was empty with other officers just outside. They had given him a strange look as he entered the room. One had even radioed for Lestrade.
"Now, you must really hurry. Just follow my instructions."
John knelt down by the body as Sherlock gave a series of instructions, John following each carefully.
"Check the jewellry for me… Take of her wedding ring and hold it out enough so I can see…Hm, alright everything I say to you, repeat back to him, alright."
John smiled as he stood, turning to see Lestrade in front of him.
"Who are you?"
Although a little panicked, Sherlock simply told him to remain calm and repeat what he said.
"I take it all evidence points to the husband, but something is off?" Lestrade raised an eyebrow, "Well, you're right. He didn't do it. The woman who lies before you has had a series of lover, but none of them knew she was married."
"What?"
"Her wedding ring is at least ten years old, but unlike the rest of her jewellry it hasn't been cleaned. State of her marriage right there. The only polishing it gets is when she works it off her finger."
Sherlock led John with Lestrade following closely behind observing John in silence, just outside the doorway of the bedroom. "Then there's the bleach marks on the carpet, I'm not surprised you missed them." John pulled a face, realising he just insulted Lestrade before continuing, "I think it's safe to assume her husband made the call, so just go with me when I say, he wouldn't have made the effort in removing the stains here if he were guilty."
John smiled to himself, "Fantastic."
"You're doing that out loud again."
"Sorry," John mumbled, partly to Sherlock and partly to Lestrade, "Just working out everything with the small details, it's interesting."
Lestrade took a few steps forward until his was intimitingly staring down at John. "You know," he started, "I have only known one person to work like that, and I mean exactly like that."
"Is that so?"
Lestrade smiled darkly, "What did you say your name was?"
"Don't tell him, just hurry out of her before he figures out you're not a part of Scotland Yard."
"I'm no one. Good evening, Detective Inspector" John smiled before walking out of the room without another word.
As John walked down the stairs, Lestrade watched him from the top of them as he left. "Who was that man?" He asked as he turned to the men who simply shrugged in return.
When both Sherlock and John had left the crime scene, crossing the tape, John couldn't help but smile and laugh. "How did I do?" John asked through his laughter.
"That was actually rather good. You did very well, John," Sherlock replied with a small smile, "Enjoying yourself?"
"Very much so," John grinned, "Funny though, helping them while in a coma. Aren't you talented?"
Sherlock hummed in response as they walked, a smile forming on his face, "Yes, I suppose so."
A/N - You should know how terrible I am at writing cases, so I'm really sorry that it's rather terrible.
WARNING FOR CHAPTER 10: IT IS PURE SMUT. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO AVOID IT SKIP TO CHAPTER 11