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Sherlock stood in an open field just north of London. He looked upon the body of a young farmer's daughter. She had mud stains on her boots that Sherlock recognized where from a different part of England. Which ment she had been redressed, which meant he had most likely been raped. She probably wasn't even a local, her wrists told her she was from downtown London. Anderson walked up behind him.
"Her name is Deiliah Morraw,17. She isn't from around her maybe she's from London or a big city" he sniveled. Sherlock snorted in disgust at Anderson's attempt to be useful when he was just a glob of useless flesh. Sherlock didn't wan to lower his IQ any further so he abandoned the body and walked over to John who was having a rapid phone conversation. Most likely trying to fix another one of his silly realtionships that where going nowhere.
"Josie I can't always drop what I'm doing to come and help you... Don't bring my sister into this... I don't care if you hurt your ankle I was GETTING SHOT AT... NO IM NOT SORRY FOR YELLING" John raved into his phone. It was pain ever to Anderson she was not worth the trouble.
"Who he screamin' at" said a sweet voice from behind. Sherlock turned to see a short ginger woman smiling up at him. He frowned back at her.
" it's either the one with the cat or the teacher" he retorted. The ging furrowed her brow.
"I though the one with the cat was a teacher" she said. Sherlock shook his head.
"If I have no room for the solar system in my head I certainly don't have room to keep track of John's relationships" Sherlock stated. He looked at the girl again. He hadn't seen her before, he was sure of it.
"Who are you" he asked. The girls eyes widened and she worriedly shoved pieces of hair behind her ears.
"I'm uhhh.. my names Molly, Molly Hooper. I'm the new pathologist" she stuttered. Sherlock looked her up and down. She owned a cat, single, one brother, father dead, lived up north, awkward around everyone, simple minded. She didn't look to be anything extraordinary.
"Oi. Newbie get yer tail over here" shouted Anderson. Molly gathered herself and started to make her way towards him.
"Excuse me Anderson, but even a swine like you should know how to properly talk to a lady" Sherlock said. He didn't even mean to say it. It just popped out. He would never defend anyone who wasn't worthy of it and so far she certainly wasn't worthy. He must learn to control himself better. Anderson just sat their looking like a dolt, the he turned to Molly.
"My apologies" he said with his pompous face. Sherlock could stand the site. He walked over to the body to get away from it all. Maybe John would finish up so Sherlock could go home. It looked like at 75% chance of rain. More specifically 74.78% chance. As he arrived at the body he saw Molly examining her boots.
"I'm no CSI but this dirt on her boots is to red for this land. These aren't her clothes, she must have been redressed" she said. Sherlock was surprised I not a little pleased. Maybe she wasn't simple minded.
"Are you ready to leave Sherlock" said John who came up behind me. I turned my head to his.
"Yes, I've a,ready figured out her killer was a small grocery store owner downtown and her raper was his bag boy" Sherlock stated. John shrugged his shoulder as Sherlck flipped up his collar. As he and John walked away he could help but hear the young pathologists voice again.
"Her shoes have a grocery store sticker on the sole. Maybe if we investigate the store we can find out where she's from" he heard. Sherlock smiled.
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