When Sherlock returned, Susan was perched silently on the couch, reading a book. John was on his laptop. Sherlock very intentionally ignored Susan as he walk across the room to the desk. "John, I spoke with Lestrade, he has a case he would like our assistance with." "Oh?" John said, look up at Sherlock. "A man has been murdering people seemingly at random, they have arrested him several times but he escaped each time. They need to find his pattern and a way to keep him from escaping." John closed his laptop and stood up, "Alright, where do we begin?"
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"I don't understand what happened, she would never hurt anyone," The woman sobbed, John picked up the box of tissues next to him and handed them to the sobbing woman. "What was your daughter doing on Chancery Lane on the evening of her death," Sherlock asked, somewhat impatiently. "She was just going to meet her boyfriend. Oh they were so in love, I thought they were going to get married." She let another loud sob. "Did she have any hobbies? Places she may have met this man before?" John asked quietly, his voice sounded raspy and he coughed as he finished speaking. The woman sniffed and said, "Well she loved to play tennis, and she volunteered quite a lot at the hospital. She also loved being involved in politics." "Which hospital?" Sherlock demanded, suddenly seeming more interested "Ormand street."
Two families of other victims confirmed that the victim they knew had also been involved with Ormand street hospital. John was sitting at the desk when Sherlock came in. He slammed a thick manila folder in front of him. "What is this?" John said, picking up the folder and staring at it. "The suspect's medical record," Sherlock answered. John looked up at him and said incredulously, "How'd you get this?" Sherlock smirked slightly and said, "As irritating as my brother is, his ties do sometimes come in handy." John shook his head, and returned his attention to the folder. Sherlock paced as john looked through the suspects medical records. Susan watched them silently. John's face had grown pale, and it was very clear he was not feeling well at all. "Alright I may be missing something but I can't find anything about that hospital on any of his records," John mumbled. "Let me look," Sherlock said, grabbing the file and scanning it quickly. "However there is one interesting thing I learned… Our suspect was diagnosed with schizophrenia a few years ago." Sherlock stopped scanning the medical record and seemed to ponder that for a second. Suddenly Sherlock's cell phone rang. "John will you get that?" Sherlock said absent mindly. John sighed and mumbled, "Where is it?" Susan got up and grabbed the cellphone off the coffee table, she handed it to John and returned to her perch on the couch. "Thank you," john mumbled as he answered the phone. "Hello, this is John…alright we'll be there shortly," John hung up the phone and attempted to stand up but fell back in the chair, holding his head. He moaned and said, "Actually, perhaps I shouldn't go." "What?" Sherlock demanded, spinning around. "I am not feeling well at all Sherlock, I need to go lie down." "Oh come on now John, you're being overdramatic, you'll be fine." John stood up shakely again. Susan grabbed a blanket from next to the couch and moved quickly to John's side, attempting to wrap the blanket around his shoulders. "Thank you," John said, sneezing loudly, pulling the blanket tight around his body. He looked back up at Sherlock and mumbled, "I will be fine if I can get some rest." He glanced at Susan and then back at Sherlock, "Look if you want someone to come along, Susan could come with you." Susan's eyes grew wide and she smiled nervously. Sherlock and turned to Susan and his eyes narrowed. "No I will conduct this interrogation alone." Sherlock stormed past her and down the stairs. Susan stared after him. When she and John heard the door slam. Susan chuckled and said, "Well at least he's no longer pretending I don't exist." John coughed awkwardly and Susan turned her attention back to him. "May I help you up to your room?" "No, I think I can manage but thank you," he said weakly, shuffling past her. She stared at him with concern. "Alright but if you need anything, please don't hesitate to call for me," She said. John stopped and turned to face her. "He'll come around, he just doesn't like to be proven wrong," "Don't worry, I am not taking it personally," she said, smiling slightly. "Good," John said, nodding slightly and shuffling through the doorway.