Sherlocks Secret Escape

Chapter Four The Crime Scene

Sherlock's POV

I was lying in bed, not asleep though I didn't want to sleep. That's when I got the phone call, my dear brother phoning at six in the morning, it must be important.

"What is it brother, I was . . . sleeping." I groaned down the phone at him.

"Oh, you wasn't sleeping so don't pretend brother."

"Get on with it Mycroft, it's six in the morning."

"Oh brother, there's been a murder down in your little village. I thought you might want to take a look, you have nothing better to do today."

"Than you brother, but why call about this and not text like normal?"

"Because you wouldn't of listened if I text. Now hurry up, get dressed the police are expecting you." The he put the phone down, so like my brother. However, he was right though I didn't have anything to do. I need to do something to keep my mind occupied, if I didn't do anything I might start the drugs again. That sounds good but, there's no point brother will only stop me again.

So I quickly got dresses and headed out the door, catching on of the buses near the clock tower. I hated buses they were a place where people would socialize, I've never seen he point in socializing. However, when it came to Clara I loved to spend time with her, she was a mystery for me to solve.

It was around fifteen minutes until I got off the bus, heading in the direction of the nearby forest. There were plenty of trees and, you could hear the Brooke running through the middle. I walked along this pathway until I saw the police officers closing off the crime scene, from where I was standing I couldn't see the whole crime scene however I could see it was a man, in his late thirties going on forty.  I walked closer to the crime scene and then I was stopped by one of the local police men, obviously he was bored and was hoping I would start something to try and get to the crime scene.

"My name is Sherlock Holmes and, I believe that you're expecting me." I just made a grin and watched as the man became instantly bored once again. The man just lifted the tape and that's when I saw the body, I recognised the man. I'd seen him before in a newspaper article, it was talking about how a secret operative had been killed in his own home and the only witness being his daughter who didn't want her name in the papers. All she did was describe the men and obviously, there was a sketch drawn up. She must have described him well, because he looked exactly like the sketch.

Once I became close to the crime scene I could tell this murder was personal. The man who like I said before was in his late thirties going on forty, he has small tattoos going up his right arm along with his right ear pierced and his eyebrow.(This instantly tells me he's right handed). The gun, a sniper rifle interesting. He was here trying to kill someone but, the question is who? His mouth was stuffed with something, but I couldn't see what exactly. His penis had been cut off, with the exact same knife that was in his heart. This scene was obviously to draw someone's attention, who knew the victim very closely.

"There's something in his mouth, may I have a pair of gloves please and something to pick it up with."

"We don't have to do anything." One of the forensic team shouted, he was average height an just finished his course. Got the job because his dad is the chief.

"In fact you do, I'm under strict orders from a Mycroft Holmes. He's way above your fathers authority so, get me some gloves." The man just stopped and stared at me, I just ignored him and proceeded to get myself a pair of gloves.

After I had the gloves on my hands and a pair of tweezers, I rushed back over to the victim. I opened up his mouth carefully, once his mouth was fully open I could see what was inside and it wasn't what I expected it to be. I pulled the object out of his mouth with the tweezers, earning everyone's attention as they wanted to know what it was as much as I had.

"Is that his . . ." I interrupted

"Penis . . . yes."   All the male staff turned away after seeing what it was, all crossing their legs in some way or another. "Will someone please. . . bag this." A female staff rushed over to me, bagging the mans penis out of the tweezers.

Eventually the body was moved, they took the penis away with the body. I had to stop them taking the body for a moment though, there was one last thing that I needed. However, while the stupid people decided to take more pictures and collected (what they believe to be) evidence, I took the time to write a report. I didn't want to go into the office, none of them I would have a decent conversation with.

"Wait, I need his fingerprints. I need to send them off to Mr M Holmes in London. He has a better criminal database then the police. No offense." I smiled as I spoke the last words of the sentence. It was that forensic man again, he just gave me a sarcastic smile and held the mans hands out. I took the prints and watched as they took the body away, I just wanted to tease the forensic man a little more. He started to walk off but he was looking back at me a lot.

"If everything's done, I'll walk home. My shift ended a few minutes ago." Everyone waved goodbye but, I had something else on my mind. I followed the forensic man until he stopped under a bridge, I walked up beside him and just smiled into the air.

"What's your name?" I asked and he just looked up to me and smiled.

"Um.... Luke Towel."

"Oh right. Why did you have a problem with me earlier?" I looked down at him, while I moved in front of him. He was just over five feet tall and had short black hair, he shaved this morning because he couldn't do with stubble. He was way too groomed, he must be gay. 

"I didn't it's just... we were never told about you and so this made me a bit you know... worried that you might not be there for the man and try to hide something." He was clever, I can give him that. Not trusting as man you've never heard of before.

"Good thinking but, I've never met the man before. I just simple learnt everything about him by noticing. By the way. . . does he know?" He looked at me worried, I think he knew what I was on about but he just needed to be sure.

"What do you ... what do you mean?"

"The fact that your gay. Does he know?"

"No he doesn't know, how could you tell?"

"I noticed, you kept on looking at me. You have a slight attraction to me, why wouldn't you have you seen me?"

"Yeah."

"The question is, why haven't you told him?"

"He doesn't understand. My dad he's always going on about how he cannot wait to see me in a happy relationship with a girl. He doesn't like the whole idea about a man being with another man, I just don't want to disappoint him." He looked up at me and I could see the sadness in his eyes.

"Just tell him, if he's not happy then just leave him. He'll soon get the idea that you're not going to change and that's who you're going to be." I smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Yeah." He looked more confident but I didn't know what too do now. He was still looking at me and I could see his eyes moving from my eyes to my lips. I sighed and then leaned down towards him, I just gave him a small kiss on his cheek to make sure he was fine and that he would do great telling his dad. I walked off in the other direction, now thinking about the case. I looked at the fingerprints before taking a picture and emailing them to Mycroft, he better hurry up and send me something back.