Mysteries of unwounded dead bodies got Sherlock Holmes off the hook. It showed no marks or bruises, just starting to decompose on the vacant lot.
"This is the craziest crime we've ever stumbled on." Greg Lestrade muttered to his new detective, Y/N L/N. "You know, bodies without even any marks or wounds!"
Without even any marks or wounds...Y/N mentally noted, scrutinizing pictures of victims that suffered under the same case.
"This is really weird." Sherlock mused. Even though he was considered as the best detective, he couldn't think of any reason for the victims to die without even any wounds or marks.
Just as Y/N was looking through the pictures, you noticed something on the arm. She was about to disregard it; the other pictures are somehow identical.
She wore latex gloves, took the pictures and crossed the yellow tapes. Her move made the consulting detective to raise a brow and cross the tapes.
He watched as the female detective look on the pictures, then to the corpse's right arm.
"They were taken out of blood." She suddenly muttered, smirking as she found the same tiny mark on the other corpse.
Her conclusions made Sherlock grab the pictures and stare on the victims' right arm.
"Where they were last seen, Greg?" Y/N immediately shouted.
"The families have no idea, but...a foundation! They might have been in a secret foundation." Greg replied.
She gazed on the pictures once more. "These aren't different cases; they're all the same. The suspect might have throw the bodies in scattered location so no one would think it is related, but the way the dead bodies look like, one would tell they were related."
And with that, she found Sherlock staring at her with pure adoration.
"Mr. Holmes?" She called. He blinked a couple of times and focused on the bodies once more. "What are your deductions?"
"The same as yours, detective." He said softly. "And to add, no secrets are kept forever." He flashed a wink and stood up.
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A progressing case, is Greg Lestrade's relief. He is now seen chatting with John Watson, while you supervise on the pick up of the bodies.
"May I have a second with you?" A deep baritone voice echoed in her ears. She didn't look at him until the bodies were carried in a vehicle.
"Hmm...you barely make words with Lestrade's minions."
"Well, I can make an exception." He says, shoving his hands in the pocket of his coat, then took a swift glance at John and Greg, who were, fortunately, engaged in a conversation as for the moment.
"I am not Sally Donovan or Philip Anderson for you to despise."
Sherlock chuckled and seemed nervous. "I...wanted to invite you for a cup of tea in my flat in 221B Baker Street...well not today, maybe when you have the time--"
"I'll drop by when I have time to spare." She answered sweetly.
"And this case might not be solved yet, but I look forward on working with you until the very end." He added, smiling. "Oh..the tea, what do you prefer?"
"Whatever that's in your cupboards--"
"A tea made by Sherlock Holmes? I do not think this is a great idea." John butted in, his head shaking in disapproval.
The consulting detective chuckled, then gave her a nod, dismissing himself and started to walk away from the crime scene, John following suit, probably asking questions.
It is safe to say that your first encounter with Sherlock Holmes isn't what Sally or Philip predicted.
