"So", you state, sitting between John and Sherlock in the seat of the cab. "What do you exactly mean with "case"?" you went on. You first look at Sherlock, who just smiles into nothingness, and then turns his head around to look at Watson. They both exchange an amused look, until Sherlock finally faces you with a wide, teethe grin plastered on his pretty face.
"A case!" he just exclaims excited.
You've never seen him like that, he usually was serious and brooding over something. His good mood was catching and you couldn't help but smile at Sherlock with his cheeks flushed in a light pink, from the excitement. When you manage to take your look from Sherlock, who's looking out the window, not bothering with a proper answer of your question, you glance at John. Even his mood seems lighten up, you raise your eyebrow at him until he eventually starts explaining:"Well, a real case. Like murder." as your eyes widened in disbelieve he quickly adds," If the police doesn't know what to do th-"
"Which is nearly always",Sherlock interrupts, and a light chuckle escapes your mouth.
"Anyway", John starts over,"They call us. The reason he's so annoyingly excited is 'cause he hadn't had a proper case in a while. Sherlock, are you going to tell us about the case or do we have to wait till we get there?"
After a few seconds of silence Sherlock looks away from the streets and the buildings, outside the cab's windows. "Alright. In the last five days nine middle-aged people went missing, in the exact same spot. The police found the murderer, the found blood but they can't find the corpses. According to them, they disappeared . The murderer, Brooks, won't tell them where he hid them. The cops have been searching for the body for three days."
"So basically, where going on a corpse hunt?" you ask sceptically.
"Yes" express the men simultaneously.
The cab stops in the middle of nowhere, a frown appears on your face and chills run down your spine, as you jump out the cab.