A Deduction in Love - A Sherlock/OC Fanfic

Chapter 3

"I'm on my way, just send me the directions," I said down the phone to Greg who just asked me to come and look at a victim.
I was on my way home when I got the call, and the prospect of being on a real crime scene made me burst with childlike excitement.

I gave the cabbie the new directions, 64 McCann Street, two dead bodies, victims unknown, suspects none, and motive unknown. Perfect.

I got out the cab and headed for the blinking blue and red lights and the luminous crime scene tape. Greg was waiting for me, and beckoned me over as soon as he spotted me.
"What have we got then?" I asked.
"We suspect it to be murdered, no murder weapon was found at the scene but the bodies are covered in blood and stab wounds." Greg said guiding me towards the bodies which were located in modern flat, obviously own by a couple - new love, telling from the amount of pictures of a couple which adorned each room.
There was more of a woman's touch to the apartment, suggesting that she was controlling or the man had recently moved in to her apartment. It was most likely the second one, due to the fact that there was a disconnected old playstation with the instructions lying on top.

I turned into a brightly lit kitchen decorated with two bloodied corpses on the white tiles. Instantly I could tell the murderer was messy, the way the bodies were placed: entangled together like a clump of wires that needed untying. He had obviously never committed a murder before.
It showed signs of disorder in his life, maybe he recently went through a change, it was too early to tell.

I inched closer to the bodies, Greg handed me a pair of gloves and I slipped them on, continuing to focus on the stab wounds.
They were fresh, blood still leaking from the cut flesh. The wounds appeared on the bodies in this order: face, left arm, stomach, and thigh. Due to the fact that both bodies were stabbed the same, I concluded that the murderer liked patterns, he liked things to be the same, backing up my previous conclusion that there had been disorder in his life.
I also instantly referred to him as he as it was plainly obvious.
"A lovers tiff," I said to Greg.

"I agree, I mean the apartment screams  new couple, the woman has tried to rid of any evidence that there was a previous lover, but failed due to the fact that this couple haven't taken enough photos and a different man appears in two of the photos in the hallway."
I turned to locate the voice and found myself staring at Sherlock Holmes who was standing in the doorway.

"Oh it's you again," he said when he saw me standing over the bodies.