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The autopsy was just finishing up when the trio strided into the examination room. The man had brown hair and an average sized body.
Lestrade spoke to the woman conducting the examination. "Have you I.D.'d him yet?"
"We're running his prints through the system now sir."
"Good," he turned to Sherlock, who was bent over the corpses' face. "Uh, Sherlock?"
Sherlock pulled out his magnifying glass. "How long before the results come back?"
"A couple of hours, I should think."
"Of course," he murmured, and then straightened up. "Send the body to St. Bart's. I'll re-examin it there." Sherlock pocketed the magnifying glass and started to walk away.
"What? That's it?" John asked.
"There's nothing left for me to examine."
"Then where are you off to?" Lestrade asked.
"To find the missing identity of our unfortunate soul."
As they walked back to his office, Lestrade talked to John. "I need someone to look after Kailey."
"Okay."
"I was wondering if you could do it."
"Oh." John paused. "I'm not sure if-"
"John," Lestrade caught the doctor by the arm, and stopped him. "I can't watch her. I'm runin' a bleedin' station for God's sakes. It would be a real help if you did."
They walked back to the main area where Lestrade's office was. Kailey was still sitting in the chair, listening to her iPod and starring absentmindedly out the window. John remembered the talk about the foster home and his heart nearly broke in two.
John nodded. "Sure. I can do it."
Lestrade opened his mouth to respond, but got preoccupied with another person.
John stepped into the office. "Kailey, come on. You're coming with me."
Kailey grabbed her stuff and followed him out.
They stepped outside. While Kailey put on her coat, John's cell phone rang. The caller ID said it was Holmes.
"Hello."
"I need you to go to our flat and look through some files for me. Pull anything that has to do with cooking."
"Alright. Where are you?"
"In a cab on the way to the crime scene."
"Right. I'll get started on that."
Sherlock hung up.
John stopped the call and turned to Kailey, who was standing in a big, puffy, winter coat.
He smiled. "We're going to Baker Street."
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