Sherlock grabbed his coat and headed outside to wait for a cab. John stood beside him quietly which the Sherlock was very grateful for. He didn't think he would be able to handle John's babbling right now.
Sherlock's phone buzzed with the adress from Donovan. A cab pulled up in front of Sherlock and John. Both of them climbed in. Sherlock rattled off the address to the driver who quickly pulled away from the curb.
"So what's this case about do you know?" John asked.
"No Donovan as usual failed to give me and necessary information." Sherlock hissed. John may not have been as smart as Sherlock. But he could take a hint so he decided to leave the man alone for the rest of the car ride.
When they did arive at the sight it was crawling with uniformed officers. Both John and Sherlock got out of the car. Sherlock immediatly walked towards the crime scene. Which meant that John had to pay the taxi driver. It was nothing unusual.
"So what do we have?" Sherlock asked.
"There's a dead woman found in the field over there. There is a single gunshot wound to the chest. As well as a broken arm. And a rather nasty bump on the back of her head." Lestrard started listing off.
Sherlock walked to the body. The woman was wearing casual clothing. A red t-shirt with jeans. She also had running shoes on which meant that she must have been fairyly active. She was about min 30's and blonde hair that was pulled back into a pony tail.
Sherlock examined the gunshot wound. There was one thing off with it. Usually when someone is shot blood is found around the body. But there is no such thing. Sherlock delicatly turned the body over. There was an exit wound for the bullet. So why was there no blood.
Sherlock remembered what Lestrard had said earlier. The woman did have a broken arm and a bump on the back of her head.
"Did you find anything?" John asked.
"Well Lestrard I think that she was killed at some other place. I think she was also dropped from a place of high altitude. Notice the broken arm. How it is bent under her like she fell on it funny. I bet that when you do an autopsy on her you will find that she also has several broken ribs from her fall." Sherlock said. Lestrard wrote down everything that Sherlock had listed off.
"So do you know who did this?" John asked. Sherlock didn't respond. He was starting to see double. "Sherlock?" John was becoming concerned.
"John..." Sherlock said standing before suddenly sagging to the side. He could here John and Lestrard talking to him. His eyes felt really heavy. Despite John's best attempts to make him stay awake everything soon faded to black. And Sherlock was no longer aware of the world around him.