COD (Cause of Death): Unknown

Note: I'm hoping this ends up being a pretty good chapter. Not entirely sure. Let me know what you think. :)

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It was a sign of a mistake for the criminal mastermind to try to discard of evidence upon committing a crime. It didn't matter if it was a murder or a cover up of theft, there was always a deeper reason behind the mess up. The motive. Sherlock Holmes knew this.

This new problem just made the web that was slowly coming unraveled for him in the case of the pathologist's death much more intricate. John and Lestrade were staring at him still, trying to see what he would do. It was like they expected him to react negatively to the news. He was trying to work out the reasons in his head why anyone would want a body of a supposedly dead woman and he came up with five, no eight possibilities of what it could be. However he wouldn't share what any of them were until he collected more data.

"No one is to leave or touch anything in the lab until I get there."

"Sherlock, we've already checked it." Lestrade said as Sherlock began to get ready to leave. "There wasn't anything there. Everything was wiped down and every lab tech who worked around the time had been catalogued in the database when they came in. Their badges have a barcode that they had to swipe when they come in and before they leave."

"Did you talk to those techs then? A body just doesn't move on it's own unless someone doesn't want it to be inspected. We have to find her body. There is more than enough evidence on it, I'm sure." He had turned back to the table where he was inspecting the fibers of the ribbon under the microscope.

"Yes, most of them had been on break or inside the offices working on paperwork. There would have been an alert of someone unusual trying to get in the morgue." Lestrade continued not certain where Sherlock's head was at the moment.

"Opportunist." Sherlock muttered. "Fine. Lestrade let me know if you find anything else out."

"What are you working on?" Lestrade started over when Sherlock stalled him with his arm.."A clue."

Lestrade looked at John who shrugged and then decided that he would take his leave. There wasn't any more that he could do there.

Sherlock went back to looking at the ribbons. They were exactly the same apart from the markings which were from a black marker. The markings were all different slants and crisscrossed sometimes. It would mean little to him if he didn't decode it. It still left many puzzles unsolved in his head now however.

The sudden disappearance of Molly's body from the morgue. None of it made any sense. There was a reason why they felt to retrieve it though. One being that they were going to use it. How? That was still fuzzy.

There was another layer he needed to uncover. The who? Who was behind all of this? There was a clue in Molly's flat but now that seemed like nothing. It was insignificant in this case. It may have just been put there to throw him off. He was supposed to be dead, unless just like Sherlock was supposed to be a few years ago.

He would have been informed about any flickers of James Moriarty sightings anywhere. It did make sense in a certain light. The note attached to the clue had spoken of another he, however. Another person in charge then?

Sherlock quickly moved back from the table. Closed his eyes for a moment. He was trying to avoid from slipping back into his mind because he didn't like the thought that the figment of the dead pathologist was still there. However he need a small moment of thinking time. It never bothered him before he wasn't going to pretend like it did now.

He opened the door to the compartment he needed and went through it again. He was relieved though he didn't show it that she was gone. It was a glitch, he was certain.

He disregarded it as he began going through the new information quickly and integrated information that flew from a connecting door. There were certain elements that still connected to the two. Small things but could mean much more than he originally thought.

They had went on three dates. She ended it and that should have been it. There's something he's missing though. What is it?

"Confusing isn't it?" Her voice made him flinch. He quickly turned and saw that on another half of the room there had been a change. She had come through another portion of his intricate mind palace. It was a private moment and he huffed as he just watched her there.

She was just sitting there. Her back turned to him, looking ahead at the scenery that was locked away. How the hell did she get in it?

"What do you know?"

"Nothing. Even if I did, I wouldn't be able to tell you. As I've already told you I'm a part of you mind. What would I be able to tell you that you don't already know? I'm as clueless as you."

"I'm not clueless. No of this makes sense. It's ridiculous."

Molly had promised to not come back here for a few days but she needed to know what he knew. Then in the midst of trying to enter his mind she had to find an opposite way in which led her to the scenery. It was beautiful. A moonlight hitting the ocean at night, she had been curious about why he had it in his mind but didn't really dwell on it. She liked it quite a bit.

"Then why did you take the case?"

She was met with silence. She turned around to see what he was doing but he was shutting the scenery off and at the same time pushing her out. It was like this painful push to her head.

She groaned as she sat down on the floor next to him in reality and then move to follow him once he came back too. He was headed off somewhere and she was following him unwillingly, this time.

He was being ridiculous now. She really wanted to know why he took it. She wasn't his favorite person but it had to mean something, right? Or was he just bored and wanted the smallest challenge. This was turning into something huge though, she just had a feeling.

Where were they going now?

A/N: If you're confused its perfectly fine I'm confused too. Not sure how I did this but I kind of like it. Things will simplify soonish, I hope. My mind is a bit like Sherlock's when I'm writing, so complex and sometimes things slip through that I hadn't planned. We'll see where this goes. I need a little encouragement though, please let me know how I'm doing! See you all next week.

Much love,

Day