A case...

What now?

They arrive at the scene of the murder. Sherlock doesn't even wait for the cab to come to a complete stop before he jumps out. John follows him when its stopped. Immediately he is swarmed by Lestrade and Anderson.

"Why did you let him come? I specifically said not to bring him yet, he's going to just steal the case from me." Anderson starts complaining, he is not very fond of Sherlock and how fast he can deduce a crime scene.

"You said nothing about not wanting him here. And wasn't it you that believed that he was still alive? That it was all some hoax that was supposed to keep me safe?" John accused Anderson of being two faced. Inside he felt a pang of sadness and depression that he felt when he believed that Sherlock was dead.

"John! Come over here and help me look like I know what I'm doing." Sherlock calls out over his shoulder.

"Sherlock you know what your doing, I'm just the blogger." John says with a smirk. 'Oh my god he so knows what he's doing. He does everything perfectly. God he's so cute. John stop it! you are married with a baby on the way.' John shakes the thoughts out of his head, confused on why he was having those thoughts.

"John what does this look like to you?"

"Umm....well err...I think that she took some kind of drug that slowly but very destructively turned her intestines into an acid, it looked like she was trying to keep herself together until she finally collapsed due to the acid and constant vomiting."

"Hmmm....that seems like that's exactly what happened but who gave her the drug and why? This woman is 37 years old, married, not happily by the look of her wedding band it is very polished from constant removal, she had a cat, no two, and from the looks shes not from here either. Lestrade did you find any form of identification on her?" Sherlock says deducing the scene. 'God Johns face is so adorable. Somewhat like a little hedgehog. And he's so short and delectable, I could give something to limp for.'  A slow smile plays across his lips, sort of pleased that he had that thought.

"Yes, her name is Juliana Moore, a tourist from the United States. She is staying in the Britannia Hotel, room Seventy-three."

"Interesting." Sherlock says. He takes another look over the scene then leaves, John follows him.