Johnlock oneshots

Scream

(A/N: just so you know, I love John so much, I really do❤️, but I was in the mood to write this and make John suffer. I mean, a lot... You'll see.😈 But, like I said, I love him. Okay? Okay.

Also, I will describe violent scenes, so if you don't like it, skip this oneshot.

For those who like to read such things, enjoy! And so sorry for updating this slowly😭. And thank you for 200 reads!)

Sherlock's POV

"What do we know?" I asked Lestrade when we entered the crime scene.

"Victim in her early twenties, stabbed in the back twice, three times in the stomach, four times in the right leg and five times in the arm. Her face is a mess, we couldn't identify her." Lestrade said, then stopped next to the lying body. I ran my eyes on it up and down. She was dressed in a quite funny purple dress. Wouldn't be my best of bets, but since it was Halloween, I'd say she was dressed up as a witch. I kneeled down and started to search for clues with my magnifying glass, while on the other hand, John was making notes about the injuries' seriousness.

"She was probably still alive when the murderer killed her. She bled out." John informed us. I could see empathy sparkling in his eyes which he tried to hide, but that was a useless attempt - I knew him and I wasn't as oblivious as the other people. Suddenly I spotted a footprint at the edge of the door, so I hurried towards it and started making deductions about it.

"Our killer is a man." I announced, then continued. "Must be at the age of his early twenties as well."

"I smell exes here." The DI said, rather incorrectly.

"Nope. They were still lovers." I corrected him, causing Lestrade to furrow his brows in confusion.

"How can you tell?"

"John, the first stab was directioned into the stomach, am I right?" I asked.

"Um, yes." John answered and stood up as well and stepped one closer to me.

"She saw him, but didn't try to protest at first, which means she trusted him, so they couldn't have been exes.

"Maybe she did protest." Lestrade interrupted with a shrug.

"Not likely, the first stab that was made is in the stomach and not in the arms or legs. She didn't try to cover herself, she let our murderer approach her. The stab seems firm and straightforward. He was obviously in a close proximity, maybe they were kissing or just hugging, we don't know." I explained, then glanced down at the footprint. "This seems to be quite a large foot, so-" I stopped mid sentence, then I bent down and picked up something that caught my attention. "I think I know who our killer is." I announced quietly.

"What?!" Lestrade asked in disbelief. "Who is he? What's his name?" He asked impatiently.

"Well, I don't know his name, but I know who we have to be looking for." I corrected myself, while picking my phone out of my coat pocket and opened Google to check something.

"Yes, okay, but who is he?"

"You know them as well, is Ghostface." I said. Lestrade's jaw dropped in shock and John froze. (A/N: I'm losing originality, sorry😒)

"What, from that horror movie?" John asked, unconvinced.

"Yes." I replied shortly and put my phone back into my pocket.

"Oh, for God's sake, every third guy on the street is dressed up as Ghostface!" Lestrade cursed, while burrowing his head in his face.

"Clever." I commented with a small smile of appreciation.