Happy Week of Sherlcok Holmes! Are you wearing your deerstalker cap? I know I am!

No, seriously, I really am.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock. Or the brand Kleenex.

After dropping Kailey off at school, Sherlock gave the driver the address for the studies where O'Connor formally worked. It took them about twenty minutes to get to the studio and find the set of O'Connor's cooking show.

The place was a hive activity, with everyone doing mostly useless tasks. Sherlock and John approached a girl with a headset who was moving a light.

"Excuse me," John said. The girl turned her head, revealing red-rimmed eyes. "Can we see the executive producer?" She nodded and turned, wheeling the light away.

"It seems odd that she would be so upset over his death." John said.

"Oh, she's not sad about that." Sherlock corrected. "Her boyfriend broke up with her before work today."

"How did you-"

"Photo in her back left pocket."

"Oh."

There was a loud clattering noise that was rapidly coming toward them. A woman wearing a brown pencil skirt and a white blouse with puffed sleeves was running as fast as she could, or as fast and as stable as her four-inch black stiletto heels would allow her. As she got closer, the two men could see that her eye makeup had been smudged.

"Ooooohhhhh!" she skidded to a stop in front of them. "Are you the police?"

"You could say that." John said.

The lady moaned again and ran her hands through her hair. Tears were starting to pool under her eyes. "I'm just ruined without Collin. Ruined!"

Sherlock placed a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry," he soothed. "We're going to try and make everything better, alright? Now, take a deep breath." The two of them did. Sherlock handed her some Kleenex. "Now, let's start at the beginning."

Knees knocking together in her four-inch heels, the executive producer rubbed her eyes with the tissue, smearing her makeup even more.

"This is my first year in this position. I really wanted to do a good job, so I was working long hours most of the time. They put me on this show because they thought it would be easy for me." She sniffed.

"What about Collin?" John asked kindly.

"Oh." She sighed. "He was wonderful to work with. He had a great sense of humor."

"Any family?"

"Not that I know of. He was great with little kids, though."

"What happened on November 25, 2010?" Sherlock asked.

"We were taping the next episode for the show and Collin leaned over the pot to pour something inside it and then there were flames leaping out of it. . .and Collin was yelling something about his nose bein' burnt. . .it gave me quite a shock."

"Then who called the paramedics?" asked John.

"I'm not sure. Must've been Doug, one of our grafters. He knows medical procedures."

"Is he here?"

"Oh, I don't know." She looked around, bewildered. "I'm not sure."

"Is there an office we can look at?" Sherlock asked.

The lady nodded , weeping. She pointed behind her.

Sherlock strided past her. John patted her shoulder, muttered "Thanks.", and hurried to catch up.

"Well, she seems rather shaken up," said John, as she bawled behind them.

"She had a crush on him. She was going to tell him her feelings, but was obviously too late."

"And now she's so distraught that she doesn't know what to do."

"Exactly. Hopefully we can find something of more substantial evidence in his office."

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