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John's POV

"I'm in the kitchen John!" She said as she walked into the kitchen. "Oh," she squeaked seeing me.

"What were you doing by Sherlock's room?" I asked crossed my arms in front of my chest.

"Oh um." She said looking back. "We were we were just talking."

"About what?" I asked crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"Oh um," She said looking back. "We were we were just talking."

"About what?"

"Grace," I started.

"John, Sherlock and I are…" She started when Sherlock rushed in.

"What are you two standing about far, there is a murder!" He shouted, sounding a bit like a schoolboy. He quickly head out into the living room and I could see a skip in his step.

"You were saying?" I asked seeing the smile now upon Grace's face.

"Oh nothing," she said as she brought up her hand trying to cover her smile.

"Grace?"

"Come on," Sherlock groaned coming into the kitchen.

I myself tried to hide my own smile as we headed out the door.

We hurriedly were shoved into a cab, which I only could have guessed Sherlock had gotten. "Why are you so excited about this case?" I asked.

"It's the first interesting case we have had in weeks." He replied.

"Oh come on, that missing person case wasn't bad."

"Oh it was elementary my dear Watson, but this, this seems so much more interesting."

"What did Lestrade say about the case?"

"Nothing."

"You're joking." I laughed.

"Well, he had to say something to get you all excited."

"He said, and I quote, 'It is kind of difficult to explain, you have to see it for yourself." He said as he turned to me smiling.

"So you are excited about nothing?"

"Yep," He said causing us all to break into laughter.

"Do you at least know where we are going?" Grace asked.

"Yes off course, the national gallery."

"Alright then," I said.

The cab pulled up, and we saw the huge crowds.

"Why are all these people here?" Sherlock asked as Lestrade opened the door.

"They are here for you." Lestrade said and as soon as we stepped out of the cab, the camera flashes started.

"Mr. Holmes! Mr. Holmes!" The reporters yelled and I watched as Sherlock popped his collar. "John! Are you still single?" The flashes blinding me. "Grace! How long have Sherlock and you been together!" They yelled, and I saw Sherlock quickly push Grace ahead of him.

"Alright, back up! This is a crime scene." Lestrade yelled.

"Christ," I said when I saw the crime scene. In the fountain, which the water was red from blood, was a women's body floating in the water. She was dressed in wedding dress and her wrists were cut.

"Who is she?" Sherlock asked examining the body.

"Gabby Decker, she was the curator at the museum.

"When did they find her?" I asked

"5 this morning."

"Cause of death?" Grace asked looking at me.

"We haven't examined the body yet, since it is still in the water." Lestrade replied.

"John," Sherlock said, "could you guess."

"Um," I said inching closer. "There is heavy bruising on her neck, so I could say strangulation, but she has deeps cuts on her wrists. I can say she didn't die here, there isn't nearly enough blood."

"Have any bridal shops reported any dresses stolen." Sherlock said.

"What?" Both Lestrade and I asked.

"The wedding dress is clearly not hers, the sleeves are way too big, and the bottom is way too short." He stated, "There are various strings hanging off the bottom, so the dress is not that great of quality, so we can rule out any of the major shops. I'd say the dress is about 75 dollars and I would guess the killer didn't cut out the tag, so that should tell us exactly where the dress is from."

"Fantastic!" Grace exclaimed and we all turned to look at her, causing her face to become a light shade of pink.

"Is there any cameras?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes they are inside but w…" Lestrade started as Sherlock took off with Grace closely behind him. "Really?" Lestrade asked looking at me. I shrugged as I took off after Sherlock.

"Sherlock wait!" I yelled. I finally caught up with them after a while. "Sherlock," I said but they were to buys talking to one another to hear me.

"It's defiantly someone who knew her." Grace said.

"The murder?" I asked.

"I agree, a random person wouldn't have taken the time to dress her up." Sherlock said ignoring my question.

"Hey," I said trying to get their attention.

"We need to find out who were the last people to see our victim alive." Sherlock stated.

"Hello," I said again.

"Do you think it was someone who works at the museum?" Grace asked.

"Let's find out." Sherlock replied.

By the time we reached the museum, I had given up on trying to understand what Sherlock and Grace were talking about. As soon as we opened the door, two men came and showed us to the security office. They sat us down in front of a bunch of telly screens, before they set a disk on the table and left.

"What are we looking for?" I asked.

Both Sherlock and Grace turned and looked at me with that look that I hated. The on that was like, "You know the answer" when I really didn't

"We are going to see if we can spot the murder." Sherlock sighed annoyed. He stuck in the disk and we sat as the video slowly dragged on.

"Can we go a little faster," I said.

"No!" Sherlock snapped. "I need to look at all the details!"

Two hours had passed before I think Sherlock got annoyed and pushed the fast forward button. All we saw was a group of schoolchildren, and one annoying child who decided to annoy the security guard. Some little old ladies who got too close to some of the paintings and were exhorted out. Oh, and lets not forget we watched the security guard eat his lunch. The only time we ever saw Miss Decker was when she entered her office at eleven hundred hours and she stayed there the whole day.

"This is useless." Sherlock groaned laying his head on the desk.

I was about to fall asleep when Grace yelled, "There she is."

My head snapped up and I watched as Sherlock brought his finger up to the screen following Miss Decker as she went from screen to screen. "Where is she going?" I asked standing up, "It's five hours after closing time."

As she walked through hall after hall, she kept looking behind her as if someone was following her but the only other person in the museum was a security guard who didn't move from his spot. He stood in a spot that was clearly visible by the camera. It was somewhat but my focus was quickly drawn away from the guard as Miss Decker stopped. She stood for a while, just standing there in front of the paintings. She kept looking around as if she were waiting for someone. She waited for a good twenty minutes but no one came. I glanced up at the screen where the security guard was, to find he was gone. I looked back at the screen with Miss Decker, waiting with bated breath for the security guard to show up, but he didn't. A moment later, he appeared back in his spot, at the other end of the museum. About the same time he reappeared. A figure came behind Miss Decker. The figure was dressed in all black, a ski mask covering his face. I watch as his gloved hands reached towards Gabby's neck.

"Oh God," I said as I realized that we were going to watch her be murdered. As I watched the figure start to strangle Gabby, I kept hoping the security guard would hear something and head over to Gabby. But unfortunately, this movie didn't have a happy ending. Gabby fell to the floor her face emotionless as the figure continued to strangle her. "Can we stop?" I asked looking away.

"Wait," Sherlock said not looking away from the screen.

I watched as the figure grabbed Miss Decker's dead body and throw it over his shoulder. He walked from screen to screen until he just disappeared.

"Where in the hell did he go!" Grace gasped.

"Rewind!" Sherlock yelled and Grace did. "Ok, play." He said, "Now stop." He yelled again and Grace paused the disk. "It's erased."

"What?" I asked.

"Look at the time stamp." He said as he pointed to the numbers at the bottom of the screen. It read 00:01:17.

"What about it?" I asked.

Sherlock sighed as he rewound the video again and then pressed play. "Watch the time stamp." He said and I did. Closely I watched the time as it skipped from 23:59:17 to 00:01:17 the same exact moment that the figure disappeared from the screen.

"Wait, what happened?" I asked. "Where did those three minutes go?"

"Someone erased them." Grace said looking closely at the screen.

"Exactly." Sherlock said as he grabbed his coat form the back of the chair. "Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"To see where our murderer disappeared to."

"He could have left the building for all we know." I said.

"Not in three minutes," Grace replied.

As we exited the security office, we ran into Lestrade. "We just got the report of the cause of death, she was…" He started.

"Strangled, yes we know." Sherlock said.

"Oh, well, do you know when she was killed?" Lestrade asked.

"Around 11:50 last night." Grace replied.

"Oh," Lestrade said, and I could hear the disappointment in his voice. "wait, where are you going?"

"To find clues?" I yelled as I ran to catch up with Grace and Sherlock. "Where exactly are we going?" I asked.

"To the last place we saw our murderer before he disappeared." Sherlock replied.

We headed down many twists and turns, hallway after hallway, Sherlock stopped.

"Alright, John, you go look around, time yourself and see where he could have gone to in three minutes carrying a body on your back." Sherlock said and I nodded.

Slowly I walked down the hallway looking at my watch. When it reached three minutes, I stopped looking around. Ahead of me was more endless hallway. But on my right was a restroom, which was confidently out-of-order.

"Sherlock!" I called my voice echoing down the hall. "I found something!"

Quickly Sherlock and Grace trotted over and I showed them the door. "It kind of a suspicious coincidence wouldn't you say." I smiled.

"There are no such things as coincidence." Grace and Sherlock said together smiling.