Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that will be mentioned in this story. I hope you guys like it, please rate and review! This is only the first chapter and I do plan on updating the chapters on a regular basis. I have my friend to thank for this chapter because she was the one who helped me write it. She also came up with the title. Sorry this chapter is a little shorter, only 1085 words. I'll try to make the next chapter longer for you, I just wanted to get this one out. Didn't want to keep you waiting for too long now, did I? Constructive criticism welcome.

Not hesitating in the slightest, Sherlock rose to his feet and ran outside, through the crowd of shocked people and into the streets, "John!" He called for his friend to join him, as the detective liked to think out loud, and that might attract attention if he was talking to nobody. Or so he had been told countless times.

The ex-army doctor apologised to Mary quickly before making a quick escape, not wanting to upset her more than he had already. It was Sherlock's doing really. He always managed to get in the way of his relationships. That was the reason he used to why they never lasted to wrong. It was reasonable.

''Look Mary I'm really sorry, if you could just wait for me-"

She sighed in reply, ''don't worry about it…''

He gave her an apologetic look before being dragged out of the door by the consulting detective.

Sherlock looked down at the body in front of him. It was a female, around 19 years of age and she had a rather large bullet wound to her chest.

''Dull. A gun. Why always a gun? Can't people be more original? It'd make cases a lot more interesting." He babbled on to himself, only taking notice for a second to the sirens quickly approaching a few streets away.

Molly had pushed herself through the growing group of people surrounding the elder teenager. She gasped as she reached the same point as Sherlock and John. She wasn't too sure why, having worked with these type of injuries the past few years. At this point the young girl was being taken to the back of the ambulance by two paramedics and a few people willing to help.

''So, Sherlock. What next? It doesn't exactly look like an interesting case." John mumbled to his partner in solving crimes.

Sherlock glanced in his friend's direction, confused. Anything to cure his boredom would be good. It might not look like the best case but at least it would entertain him. It wouldn't take long to solve, but it'd be good while it lasted.

"Just do your weird, sorty-outy thing and please leave me and Mary alone to continue our date. You can be a real pain sometimes, Sherlock. You know that don't you."

As John entered the restaurant once again he looked at the table where he and Mary had sat five minutes before only to find the seats occupied by a new couple, ''Where did she- Oh, not again!"

Sherlock looked over at his distressed friend from through the doors, ''John, stop complaining about your girlfriend and come here. We have to make sure Molly gets to work on the body after they're done with it. That way she can let me see it."

''Actually Sherlock-" Molly began, but never finished.

''Molly, not now, I'm busy."

The Pathologist gave up with a huff and waited patiently in a corner until Sherlock would be more polite. Well...That's if he ever decided to. But she was used to it by now.

Sherlock looked around at the limited evidence he had. From a distance, it looked like a regular murder case...But up close?

John shut up quickly and trailed along to where Sherlock was, only to be stopped by a hand in his chest, one that belonged to the famous detective. As he followed the hand upwards he came to his face, a serious expression spread across his features.

''Sherlock? What's the matter now?" John asked.

"We need to get back to Barts. Stop a cab and Molly and you get to the mortuary. Wait there for me, I'll follow in the next cab when I've done. I won't be long. Just need to do something.'' He replied in a casual voice, strolling back into the restaurant for a moment.

Molly was already putting her hand out in front of a cab, ''Tax!'' She yelled to the road before her as the car came to a stop. She got in and waited for John to follow.

As John was about to follow his friend, he turned and had a sudden thought, ''Hold on, why can't I stay?"

"Because you're not important to the situation, John." Sherlock replied, in his usual rude manner, but of course he didn't notice that.

Before he could hear any more, he shut the door behind him and continued his investigation into the restaurant.

John gave up trying at this point, knowing how stubborn the detective was. He sat down in the taxi, tired and feeling highly annoyed. Molly must have sensed this because she said nothing all the way there. Either that or her shyness had taken over.

'Sherlock thinks he's so damn better than everyone else!' He thought to himself during the journey. Due to a lot of traffic and the taxi driver not seeming to know where he was going, they ended up taking slightly longer than expected, and when they stepped out of the car, Molly threw some bills towards the driver and they walked into the hospital, to find Sherlock already waiting for them just outside of the morgue.

Sherlock looked at them both and stepped through the doors, to see a body lying on the bed before them, ''What took you so long? I already have the body. It didn't take them much convincing, not sure why though. Anyway, I've begun to have a look at it and found a couple of things. Just the regular, hairs, the odd fingerprint, though they were hard to find. I found the girls phone but there's a password. I need to get to any of her family members to see if they know it. It might be interesting" He then turned back to the body to continue the investigation of the young girl's damaged body.

"Okay Sherlock now what? I'll try and get in touch with her friends and family." Suddenly, John had a thought and turned back to his friend.

"Hey, wait. Didn't you get into Irene Adler's phone? Surely you can get into this one. Don't tell me. The great Sherlock Holmes needs help." He grinned smugly.

''That was different. Her password at least was relevant. For all I know, it could just be a collection of random numbers, and-"

He was cut off by the sound of Molly's voice in the corner.

"Got it."

His eyes snapped over to where she stood, the young teenager's phone in hand.

John and Sherlock shared a confused look before turning back to Molly.

"Oh."