A/N: Ok I meant to have this chapter up earlier but I was busy with school and stuff. But here it is now. And yes I did use quite a bit of the original plot of the story I based this on. The next few chapters have been planned out already yay! Ok enjoy.

Chapter 3:

Deanna, Sam and Sherlock were all very intrigued with the case they'd just found. Apparently a man had been found with his eyeballs completely liquified. They were currently in the morgue trying to convince the pathologist to let them see the body. Sam eventually gave up and bribed him with Deanna's money.

"Hey I earned that!"

Sam just rolled his eyes and handed the money over to the guy.

"Follow me fellers."

Deanna mimed a gun and said "Gun, mouth, now."

Sam and Sherlock both rolled their eyes and followed the man down the hallway to the bodies. The man stopped them at the body of a man called Jonathan Shoemaker. The man's eyes were completely gone. Blood was stained on the man's cheeks from where it had dripped from his eyes.

Sherlock took a step closer and began examining him in much more detail.

"Find anything Sherlock?"

"This man has way more blood in his skull than a normal human being. He died from bleeding in his brain which could've been caused by a number of factors. It wasn't from hitting his head when he fell to the floor because while he does have a slight bruise on his head it's not enough to cause a full blown hemorrhage also you can tell from how the blood has fallen on his cheeks that he was standing up when it started so not the head bump. Doctor you'd probably suggest that he had a stroke which is a completely possible diagnosis but doesn't explain the lack of eyes. When bodies decompose their eyes liquify but never this early in the process it'd usually take months but here it seems spontaneous."

The doctor stared at Sherlock in shock. He was probably wondering how on earth Sherlock knew all of that from just one look. Typical.

"Anything else important we need to know Sherlock?"

"The man was in perfect health when he died. He was married but divorced her recently. He has the custody of his two children. He works long hours at work. That's about it."

"Thanks Sherlock. I think we've seen all we need to. Thank you doctor."

They all turned and left the room. Deanna covering Sherlock's mouth before he could begin deducing the doctor.

As they walked down the hallway towards the exit they began talking.

"Maybe it was just a freak medical thing?"

Sherlock looked at Sam with the biggest bitchface Sam had ever seen. "When is it ever just a freak medical thing?"

"So you think we should check it out?"

"Definitely and I think we should start with Jonathan's kids."

Sam and Deanna went to Jonathan's house in hopes of being able to talk to his kids. Sherlock had elected to stay back at the morgue and examine the body a little more. To get in Sam and Deanna had disguised themselves as priests (or whatever it is) from the local church. They were glad that when they knocked on the door they were immediately let in.

The person who'd answered the door took them out back saying "That's where all the people are."

Sam and Deanna spotted a young girl who looked about sixteen surrounded by her friends crying. They figured that she was probably one of Jonathan's kids. They went up to her.

"Hello. We're very sorry for your loss. I'm Sam this is Deanna we used to work with your dad. We heard about what happened, his eyes. It sounds tragic, like something that would happen in a movie rather than real life."

"Yeah well it happened, nothing can change that. Stop trying to comfort me it wasn't my fault he died!"

A younger girl who looked about 10 popped out from behind her.

"It was my fault."

"Oh not this again. It wasn't your fault Sarah."

"But it was I did it. I summoned her."

Deanna knelt down to her height and said "Summoned who?"

"Bloody Mary."

Deanna and Sam shared a look of confusion. "Now that's just silly, everyone knows that she goes after the person who summoned her. Your dad didn't say it did he?"

"No." She choked out.

"So there."

After talking to Sarah Sam and Deanna decided to have a look around the house. More specifically where Jonathan had been tried to detect EMF but there was none.

Suddenly they heard the floor creaking behind them. They turned around to find one of the older girls friends standing there.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh this? We're just having a look around."

"Yeah right. You never worked with their dad he worked at home. So who are you and what are you doing here? Spill or I'll scream."

"Fine we're here undercover. We think something happened to Jonathan Shoemaker and we want to find out what."

The girl seemed to understand. Sam scribbled down his number on a piece of paper and handed it to her. "If you see anything strange or if this happens again, call us."

The girl took the paper and pocketed it. "So what do you think did it?"

"Honestly... we don't know but we intend to find out."

After investigating the crime scene they'd gone back to the motel to talk to Sherlock and see if he found anything. They told him what Sarah had told them and he listened with interest.

"What do you think? Could we really be dealing with bloody Mary herself?"

"I'm not sure Sam. I don't have enough evidence to draw a conclusion because it could be a number of things. It could be something impersonating her, it could've just been coincidence or it could be her herself. I'll look into it though. Keep me updated."

"Can do."

That night Deanna had gone down to the local bar to do 'research'. Sherlock and Sam had elected to stay back at the motel and do real research. Mainly about bloody Mary. Sherlock looked into the legend while Sam looked into any Mary's that had died in the town.

Generally the summoning of her seemed to have some variation of saying her name into a mirror. The story was always that when she appeared she'd scratch your eyes out. It didn't add up through, Sarah had been the one to say it, not her dad. So why was he dead and not her?

"Sherlock? You found anything?"

"Just the basic legend. You say her name three times in a mirror and she comes and scratches your eyes out."
"But isn't it always the person who summons her who bites the dust."

"Yes."
"Then why her dad?"

Before Sherlock could answer Sam's phone went off.

"Hello?"

"You're that guy from earlier right? The one who gave me his number and told me to call if anything strange happened?"

"Yes, my name is Sam by the way."

"Ok Sam, well I was on the phone with my friend Annabelle and she said it three times into a mirror and now she's dead. Her eyes liquefied just like Jonathan Shoemaker."

"Where?"

"Her house?"

"Could you take us there?"

"Ummm, sure?"

"Thanks."

He hung up the phone and dialed Deanna's number.

"What is it Sam? I'm a little busy here."

Sam rolled his eyes knowing that Deanna wouldn't be able to see him. "Sure, there's been another murder."

"Can't you just take Sherlock with you? I'm in the middle of some important research here."

"But can't you just-"

"No Sam, take Sherlock. Don't call me again, I told you I'm busy."

"Fine I'll take Sherlock but-"

"Cool, bye!"

Deanna hung up before Sam had a chance to finish his sentence.

"Okay then, Sherlock it look's like you're coming with me."

"Another murder?"

"Yup."

"Yes! It's Christmas."

"Sherlock, you really need to stop being so excited about murders it's not normal."

"Since when were we ever normal Sam?"

To get into the house of the girl who'd called them friend they had to scale the building and climb in through a window which they got her to open. It's not very pleasant having to lug ghost hunting equipment up the side of a building but somehow they managed it.

"What did you tell her mum... uh?"

"My name's Charlie. I told her that I just wanted to have a look at her things to come to terms with it all."

"Good, that's good."

Sam pulled out his EMF detector while Sherlock had a look around the room using his 'powers of deduction'. Sam's EMF detector began going off when he reached the mirror that Charlie's friend had died in front of. Sherlock began inspecting it while Sam tried to make small talk with Charlie. Suddenly Sherlock stood up.

"Sam did we bring the black light?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Can you get it for me?"

"Uh sure?"

Sam went and looked through their bag of ghost hunting equipment and pulled out the black light. He went back to Sherlock and handed it to him. Together they covered all the sources of light and turned the light on.

On the back of the mirror a hand print could be seen along with a name. The name was Gary Bryman.

"Who's Gary Bryman?"

"I don't know."

Sherlock nodded and looked back at the mirror. He examined every detail of the handprint but had very vague results. He was able to deduce that it was a girl's handprint due to the size of it but other than that nothing.

"We need to take another look at the shoemaker house."

When they looked over the shoemaker house they found the same handprint on the back of the mirror he had died in front of but with the name Linda Shoemaker scribbled underneath it.

"Charlie, what do you know about Linda Shoemaker?"

"She was his wife, she died of a sleeping pill overdose."

"Sherlock, we need to find out who Gary Bryman is... now!"

"On it."

Sherlock pulled out his phone and hacked into the shoemaker wifi. He found out that Gary Bryman had been killed in a hit and run by a blue toyota with a licence plate saying 67MEW4. Charlie had gasped in shock when they told her. That car had been her friend's. Sam and Sherlock decided that they'd go back to their motel to do more research.

Charlie looked at them confused. "What do I do now?"

"Just call us if anything happens and no matter what don't say it."

"Believe me I won't."

When they got back to the motel they were very surprised to see Deanna sprawled out on the couch with a laptop on her lap.

"I thought you said you were busy?"

Deanna looked up from her laptop at Sam. "I am. I've been researching."

"You researching? Who are you and what have you done with my sister?"

"I'm serious Sam. I think I've found who our Mary is."

"Who?"

"Mary Worthington. According to this she died when she was 19. Someone broke into her apartment and cut out her eyes in front of a mirror."

"She sounds like she could be our Mary. Shall we have a look?"

"We shall."

After a hour drive to where Mary had been murdered they were finally there. They'd called the police down there pretending to be FED's with new evidence. Of course this was a blatant lie but they needed an excuse. They walked into the room and were greeted by a detective.

"Hello, My name is DI Johnson. I was the main detective on the case."

"Hi, I'm Sam this is Deanna and Sherlock."

DI Johnson froze. "Sherlock? As in Sherlock Holmes?"

"Yeah."

"Oh my gosh. THE Sherlock Holmes is at my crime scene? I can't believe it. I've always wanted to meet you. I'm like your biggest fan."

The DI ran up to Sherlock and shook his hand.

"In what way do you resemble a way of keeping oneself cool?"

The DI tilted his head to one side confused. "Ummm..."

Sherlock pushed past him and began examining the scene. Sam and Deanna stood off to the side careful not to disrupt Sherlock. Sherlock stopped suddenly and went over to the DI.

"Got any pictures of the body?"

"Yeah... I can't believe Sherlock Holmes..."

"Yeah yeah whatever. Pictures, now!"

The DI handed over his phone to Sherlock. Sherlock began scrolling through the pictures.

"Okay, let's start with the how before the who. Detective take a look at this picture."

He showed the detective a picture of her lying on her side.

"So?"

"Of course you didn't notice it! You detectives rarely do, idiots the lot of you! Anyway on her neck you can see a injection mark. She was drugged before her eyes were cut out. It's obvious because when her right eye was cut she must've been standing up as the blood has trickled down her cheek. If the drug had been administered afterwards she would have self defence wounds as she would've been aware enough to try and get away from her attacker. After her attacker cut the right eye she must've fallen backwards otherwise the left eye would've been cut a lot sloppier than it has been. Once her eyes had been fully cut out the attacker would've left. She was still alive at this point because she began scratching his name into the wood. She was weak when she began this as the scratches don't go that deep into the wood and are relatively shallow. She died before she could finish.

Now onto the who. The attacker was obviously someone she knew as when the attack occurred she had to have been facing them. The attacker was someone with surgical skills because the way her eyes are cut out is to professional for just anyone to have done it. Chances are they were a doctor as they also would've had to find a way to get hold of the drug they used on her before cutting her eyes. And their name kind of obvious from what Mary wrote was something beginning with T-R-E. This feels like 'Study in pink' all over again! Detective who do you think it was?"

"I can't believe Sherlock Holmes wants my opinion! This is the best day of my life!"

"Good for you, now your opinion?"

"Right. A couple of weeks before she died Mary broke up with her boyfriend who was a surgeon called Trevor Sampson. I think that he did it."

"What happened to him?"

"He was arrested two months ago for robbing a bank. He died in jail last week."

"What happened to Mary?"

"She was cremated and her stuff was donated to a pawn shop."

"Thank you. You were right by the way. It was Trevor, so predictable. Revenge is such a predictable motive. Why can't killers be more interesting now days like Moriarty was!"

"Moriarty? He was real?"

"Very, now if you excuse us we must dash. Laterz!"

Sherlock walked out the door with Sam and Deanna trailing behind.

"So what do you think? Her spirit got trapped in the mirror?"

"That's our best bet Sammy!"
"Deanna! Stop calling me that, it's Sam."

"Shut up you two! Sam by the way your phones ringing?"

"What?"

"Your phone it's ringing. You two probably couldn't hear it over your bickering."

Sam pulled out his phone and discovered that Sherlock had in fact been correct. His phone was indeed ringing. He held up a hand to tell Sherlock and Deanna to stop then answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Sam, it's Charlie. I need you guys. It's urgent."

"Okay Charlie, hold on a sec."

Sam took the phone away from his ear and covered the speaker.

"Charlie needs us we need to start heading back."

"Hop in Sammy!"

"It's- oh nevermind."

Sam said getting into the shotgun seat of Deanna's baby. Sherlock slipped silently into the back and seemingly went into his mind palace. Once everyone was secure and in the impala Deanna started it up and began driving.

Sam uncovered the speaker and put the phone back to his ear.

"Okay Charlie we're on our way but we can't be there for, hold on."

"Ok."

"Deanna, how far away are we?"

"With me driving I reckon we can make it in about forty five minutes."

"Ok, thanks."

"Charlie we're still forty five minutes away."

"Hurry."

"We're going as fast as we can without getting pulled over. Now Charlie you need to tell me what's happened."

"Okay, okay. I was in the school bathroom with my friend Donna and she said it, three times. Afterwards I was in class and I was about to play on my Ipod when I saw her reflection in it. I started seeing her everywhere."

"Where are you now?"

"I left. I ran home."

"Okay, you in your room?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, i need you to cover up any reflective surface you have in there."

"Ummm okay. Thanks Sam."

"Charlie, who died?"

"What?"

"Mary's killing people who either killed someone or feel responsible for it. What's your secret and who died?"

"I had a boyfriend who wasn't a really nice guy. One day when I was with him I decided to leave him and he told me that if I walked out the door he was going to kill himself. You know what I said? Go ahead. And I walked out the door. The next day I got a call saying he'd committed suicide."

"Thanks for telling me Charlie, that can't have been easy. I'll call you when it's safe for you to uncover the reflective stuff okay?"

"Okay. Thanks Sam."

"Bye Charlie."

"Bye."

Sam hung up the phone and looked at Deanna. Deanna seemed to sense the urgency and made the car move faster.

"So where to?"

Suddenly Sherlock looked up. "We need to go to the local pawn shop there. I believe that that's where Mary's mirror got taken to. Maybe if we can smash it, it'll stop her."

"Sounds like our best bet."

"Pawn shop it is then."

They arrived at the pawn shop in record time. Sam and Deanna went inside. Sherlock told them that he'd hang back and keep watch.

"We have to summon her right?"

"No Sam she's just gonna come to the mirror of her own accord... yes we have to summon her!" Deanna said with her voice heavily dripping with sarcasm.

"I'll do it."

"Why you Sam? Is this about Jessica's death. That wasn't your fault your guilt over it is just misplaced. Besides it's not a secret, I know about it."

"You don't know everything. Please Deanna let me do this."

"Alright, fine Sammy."

Deanna handed Sam a hammer that she'd found lying on the floor. "Smash anything that moves!"

Deanna than went off around the corner so they'd be sure that Mary would go after Sam rather than Deanna. Sam stood right in front of Mary's mirror holding himself strongly.

"Bloody Mary," He hesitated. "Bloody Mary..." He paused for a second as a big gust of wind came out of nowhere. "Bloody Mary."

Suddenly Mary appeared in a mirror beside him. He smashed it without a second thought. Then she came into the one on the other side. He smashed that one too.

"Come on, come into this one."

After saying that he felt blood trickle down his cheek. He saw his reflection in front of him staring back at him with the evil eyes. Blood was trickling down from it's eyes.

"You did it. You killed Jessica." It said in a deep inhuman voice.

"No, I didn't."

"But you knew. For days before she died, you knew. You didn't warn her. It's your fault she's dead."

Sam sunk to the ground with his eyes still bleeding. Out of nowhere Deanna came running with a axe and smashed the mirror. Sam's eyes stopped bleeding and Deanna knelt down beside him.

"You okay little bro?"

"Yeah fine."

Suddenly the room got a lot colder. It was freezing. A big gust of wind came through the room. They looked over at Mary's mirror and saw her emerging from it. Their eyes began bleeding heavily.

"You killed all those people."

"Oh honey I know!"

Sam shot Deanna a look. Now is not the time for sass! Their eyes continued to bleed and their strength began to weaken. They felt their phones go off in their pockets but ignored them as it was probably just Sherlock being bored again.

They crawled backwards away from Mary as she came closer. Deanna held up a mirror and she froze. They couldn't see her but they heard her on the other side of the mirror.

"You did it, you killed all those people."

Mary disappeared from in front of them and Deanna dropped the mirror onto the ground allowing it to smash. They looked around and the shop full of broken mirrors.

"That's gotta be what? 600 years bad luck?"

Sam gave Deanna the bitch face at her joke and pulled out his phone to call Charlie to tell her it was safe. On his phone there was an unopened text message. He ignored it and told himself that he'd check it after calling Charlie.

he called Charlie and quickly told her that it was safe and she didn't have to hide from reflections for any longer. After hanging up Sam opened the text message. He stopped dead in his tracks.

"Deanna you got the text too right?"

"Yeah?"

"Check it."

Deanna pulled out her phone and opened the text message. Her blood ran cold when she read the words that the text contained.

I need help. -JW

DUN DUN DUUUUNNNNN. Sorry but this is the perfect place to leave the chapter. Sorry. I'm so sorry. Deductions are hell to write. Also high five for anyone who got the doctor who reference. :)