If... Then...? || Sherlock BBC

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    When they got to the crime scene, Evelyn immediately jumped out of the car, without even thinking about Lestrade. He just followed the woman as he was used to her high functioning. Greg knew she was a reasonable and trustworthy being. While approaching the yellow tape, Evelyn was stopped by Sergeant Sally Donovan.
— What are you doing here? — she asked with genuine surprise painted on the face.
— Greg invited me. Nice to see you too. — Laurier tried to fake a smile although she didn't like Donovan. — How have you been? — she asked even if she could tell she was going through her mother's death. The new wrinkles on her face were very specific to this kind of loss.
— I've been well, but this one right there is a pretty good riddle. Hey Greg. — Donovan greeted Lestrade as he approached them both.
— Hey, she's with me. — he tilted his head in the direction of Evelyn. — We should go. You don't have much time until he arrives. — he lift the tape up for her and started approaching the body.
It was an abandoned factory not far away from the centre of the city. Nearly everything was black because of the residue covering the railings, stairs, and columns. This place was at least 50 years old. Lestrade led her to a room which resembled an old office. The body was laying face-down in the corner of the room.
— Is the suspect being interviewed now? — Evelyn asked while looking at the body.
— Yes. He's not talking much. — detective inspector answered.
— He won't, you caught a bait. Try to get him to talk for a bit more so it looks like you're actually doing something. I'll do it when I'm finished with this. — she said while she put on gloves.
She kneeled down to see the victim's face. It was disturbingly calm. The man was approaching his 50s. His clothes were of a decent quality. Looked like an ordinary citizen. But this location was not, which left Evelyn in thinking more and more.
— A bait?
— Did you find anything in his pockets? — she asked while still looking at his face. The problem with dead bodies was that there wasn't any movement in the muscles or heart beat.
— We found his belongings like phone, wallet, and keys to his flat. That's all we got.
— He knew he was going to die. Look, there is no sign of fighting and his facial expression is calm, disturbingly calm. As if he wanted to life to end...

*tRiGgEr*

Evelyn shivered. A chill went down her spine as she said those words. Those were bad memories. Suddenly they heard voices outside.
— I think your detective has arrived. — She giggled and she stood up.
A tall, black-haired, pale man barged into the room. His icy-blue eyes were scanning the it but they stopped on Evelyn. He was wearing a suit underneath his long coat with the collar up. His dark blue scarf was accenting his eyes. Sherlock Holmes.
— Who is that? — a shorter man followed him in. He had blonde hair and dark blue eyes. His posture was stable and solid. Very trained. He stood right behind him yet he was not thrown off or scared by the body. A soldier.
— This is my friend... — Greg started however he was interrupted by Sherlock.
— Evelyn Laurier. — He still was looking at her. Lestrade was startled in pure confusion. The room was filled with silence.
— Sherlock Holmes I assume? — she said also staring into Holmes's eyes. Shortly after she acknowledged the ex-soldier standing behind him. — And you must be John Watson. Greg always mentions you two.
Sherlock ignored her and rushed to the body. Watson however approached the woman.
— Yes, nice to meet you, Ms. Laurier. — John pulled out his hand to introduce himself. In return he got a firm handshake and a warm smile which was very contradictory with the scenery around them.
— What do you have so far? — Sherlock was kneeling by the body touching the man's blazer.
— Only his personal belongings. Phone, wallet, keys... — Lestrade answered. He mouthed "I'm sorry" to Evelyn to which she smiled communicating that nothing serious happened. She already got what she wanted.
— What did this factory used to produce? — Holmes asked again without glancing once. He was still too busy by the body.
— Water pumps. The factory was abandoned in 1962 for unknown reasons.
Evelyn and John observed the two men working.
— So... — Watson started. — What are you doing here?
— Greg needed help and I'm assuming he needed it a lot because he called us both.
— How do you know him? — Sherlock was wandering around the room while John asked.
— We met shortly after we finished college. Two years after that we started working together in Scotland Yard. — Evelyn was observing what Sherlock was doing. His body language, the way he moved, where he looked. It was purely fascinating to her.
— The body is laying here for around 7-6 hours, which means the murder was done around midnight. Who found the body?
— Some teenagers drinking in here. — said Lestrade.
— It's a completely normal citizen, or so looks like it. He was a smuggler. A drug smuggler. There's a little bit of cocaine on his cuffs. You said you've been trying to catch a gang for a while now? Well here lays their victim. The murderer was sent to get the drugs from him and kill him, but there is no sign of a fight which means he was shot while he was facing a wall, not expecting it. You caught the murdered by recognising the fingerprints on the gun which was left here but no murderer would make that mistake, so you caught a bait. A person that was meant to get caught. He probably escaped Scotland Yard by now and soon you'll be getting calls about it. He's probably heading to their hiding and gathering spot which means he's out of sight. — A loud notification came from Sherlock's pocket. It was his phone which he immediately checked. He smiled slightly.
— What is it? — John asked.
— My network. — Sherlock said proudly and showed Lestrade his phone. It was a photo of another abandoned building. — Your bait is leading you there. 51 Georgia Street. He wants you to catch them, they threatened his family. You better not disappoint him.
Lestrade's phone started buzzing. Scotland Yard had noticed what has happened. Greg picked up his phone in disbelief and ran out the room to his car leaving John, Sherlock, and Evelyn alone.
— I must say... that was... phenomenal. — Laurier looked at Sherlock with a smile on her face.
— The only thing I don't understand is what you, Ms. Laurier, are doing here. — Sherlock's deep voice sounded serious. He was offended by her presence here.
— I and Lestrade have been good friends for a while. We used to work together and he simply wanted my opinion. I assume you saw the article from the fact you knew my name.
— Nothing interesting... — the man said. Evelyn could tell that he was lying of some sort. There was something in that pathetic article that got his attention. — Well! — he clapped. — I presume that there is nothing else left here. C'mon John! — as he started leaving Evelyn decided to point out one thing.
— He wanted to die. — Hearing those words Sherlock froze. Stopped almost immediately and looked at the woman with curiosity. — Look at his face. It's calm. Not a face of a smuggler about to make a deal with potential death threat... That was a relief for him.
As she said those words Sherlock's mind went crazy. He started observing her more. She was an average height, around 170 cm. She wasn't used to death however she pretended almost flawlessly. Slim hands indicated an instrument, probably a piano. A psychologist degree... a doctor even. A one that doesn't enjoy her title. Oh she was smart, observant, careful. He underestimated her. Both of them started deeply into each other's eyes. Both reading and open book. An open riddle book. He could not comprehend that he missed something like that. John noticed that Sherlock was stuck in his thought and took an initiative in the conversation.
— Right, I think we should go then. It was very nice to meet you, Ms. Laurier. — the soldier said with a smile. Evelyn broke the eye contact.
— Oh yes, it was nice to meet you too. I better get going as well. — Evelyn left the room and proceed to walk towards the main street to hopefully catch a cab.

Sherlock and John left a little later as the detective needed some time to think.
— I can see that she's thrown you off.
—What? — asked Sherlock as he just woke up from a trans.
— Are you jealous? Is Sherlock Holmes actually jealous? — John was in slight disbelief.
— No, John. I underestimated her. She's not just a psychologist. She can observe more than I thought .
— ...so you are jealous?
Sherlock only groaned in annoyance leaving Watson laughing under his nose. Somebody managed to hurt Sherlock Holmes's ego.