It had been almost 30 minutes since the girls had left for lunch. Sherlock was as busy as ever doing whatever Sherlock does, leaving John to watch. John's mind traveled a while, debating on what was the meaning behind Sherlock's behavior. He should have noted that Sherlock's behavior was always of questioning matters and questioning his behavior would lead to nothing but more questions. John, however, was stuck on a question that Sherlock had stated half an hour ago.

"What is Anderson trying to prove?" John asked looking over what Sherlock had on the table.

"That the recording was a tip-off about the murder," Sherlock began as he moved other objects into an odd order.

John squinted at the man in front of of him. The recording obviously had something to do with the murderer.

"What do you mean, Sherlock?" John asked as he sat down at a stole.

"Think, the man who did this has spent a great deal of time cleaning up the body. There will be no evidence of murderer. He left it there for some other reason. I will not know for sure until we have taken out the record. But I can say one thing, the killer made sure that he was not linked to the murder." Sherlock said, finally getting up. " Hurry John, the body has arrived."

Sherlock got up and began to walk out, John following behind just as confused as he was when he entered the room.

"How did you know that Molly was on a date with a friend and not a boyfriend?" John asked.

Sherlock rolled his eyes as he glanced at his friend. "Don't waste your time John. There are much more important things than who is dating who."

John tried to keep up with Sherlock's long strides down the hallway. His mind wandered back to this morning at 211 B Baker street.

"Then why were you angry this morning?" John asked.

"What do you mean, angry?" Sherlock responded, walking into the another room.

"You were talking about how Molly had been unreasonable last night," John began as he followed Sherlock in. "Normally she's unreasonable when she is dating."

"John,shut up."

"Sherlock, we're in the middle of a conversation."

"Well then change the conversation into something useful."

John heaved a sigh. They entered the room and looked to see the body on the examination table. The woman was covered in a sheet and Molly stood in a corner taking out a scalpel and other sharp objects that were needed . Sherlock could clearly see how stiff Molly had became as she stood near the body. The whispers echoed the room, making it feel smaller than it was.

Lestrade and Clare stood in silence waiting for them to arrive. The had not even noticed that Molly was wondering about what were the best things to use.

"Who is she?" Sherlock asked as he made his way towards the body.

"Jessica Lensman, 20 years old. Born in New York, however moved over to France when she was 8. She had a part time job working in art gallery. According to the web she was going to see a friend that she had meet online. Parents died 4 years ago, car crash. Has no other family members." Lestrad reported.

"The killer left the information under the red blanket, didn't he?" Sherlock said, moving his attention back to the body.

" You keep saying he, what makes you think that?" John asked.

"Saying they would become annoying." Sherlock said, and after a pause added, "There is also some information that would suggest that the killer is male."

John, not quite sure if he should take Sherlock's information as fact, decided that it would be best if he asked.

Molly grabbed a pair of small scissors and walked towards the victim. She pulled the sheet away from the victim's face. With a gloved hand she pried the lips apart to see the string, and carefully snipped it. The mouth hung open, letting the sounds become louder. Cautiously she put her hand into the dead woman's mouth and touched the recorder. She reached lower, testing if there was more of the recorder that she could not feel. However it felt round and didn't have any strings linked to it.

Slowly she pulled the recorder out. It was a fairly large. Molly dropped the recorder into Sherlock's gloved hand.

"Thank you," Sherlock said and then looked at Lestrade. "Who is the friend?"

"Mary Morstan, who was a private tutor, currently out of work. She has no family in England. Mother had died a few days after her birth and her father had disappeared a while back... Good grief the murderer knows everything. " Lestrade said, slowly reading a list.

"Lestrade check the sources, Molly contact me if anything interesting pops up, and John..." Sherlock turned around as dramatic as casual could get. "come with me."

John followed Sherlock and he disappeared along with the strange man. Lestrade turned to Molly who was working away at the body.

"Dr. Hooper, you know that you gave Mr. Holmes evidence from a crime site." Lestrade said as he watched Molly.

"Humm?Oh sorry about that," Molly said walking to a fridge.

"Dr. Hooper, that's a crime."

Molly Hooper was not paying much attention because she opened a fridge to expect to see a human leg. However it was completely empty. Molly didn't have to ask where the leg had went. Since Sherlock had asked for a leg the night before.

"I needed that leg," she muttered, shutting the fridge.

"Dr. Hooper."

"Mr. Lestrade, you have to face the facts. I give him what he wants or he takes what he wants. Trust me, he would have had that recording even if I gave it to you." Molly Hooper said, writing information about the body down in a notebook.

Talk to me. I am bored out of my mind. This book was prewritten, so I wrote it to match the books and the TV show. I didn't watch the third season until after I had finished the book.