Sherlock x OC It is what it is Book 2

Fingerprints

"Sherlock I've looked into her history, nothing out of the ordinary, her tests came out she is a user but nothing to do with Viola" Lestrade said. Sherlock captured Anna, questioned her and got nowhere with her. He was going insane, and only horrifying thoughts crossed his mind.

"So it is a coincidence... she was my only lead! GOD DAMN IT!" Sherlock shot at the wall, his anger getting the best of him. John walked to his side, laying a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. "Sherlock, you need to relax. Your anger is blinding you" John stated, he was worried about his best friend. Sherlock hung his head low in shame "I've solved a billion cases, why can't I solve this?" His voice was hoarse from all the yelling around all day.

"We can find a new lead, just think what could she have left? Any clues to save her? She wouldn't have left you the letter or the flashlight if she didn't want you coming after her!" John said comforting Sherlock who was feeling helpless now.

"How about you do that mind palace thing?" John asked his silent friend. "I've done that! Nothing is linking! I've got the problem but something is missing!" "Re-do everything we've done to solve this case" "Something is right under my nose! I can't see it! I cant see it!"

"Calm down, relax, your head is clouded thats why you cannot see anything!" John tried to reach out for his friend, who was going insane every time the clock ticked.

"Get out! Get out all of you out!" Sherlock snapped suddenly, John smirked at him taking Mary and Lestrade out so Sherlock can start focusing. They went down to Mrs.Hudson's waiting for him.

With them out of his flat, Sherlock replayed every single event in his head, from the day she left to the day Mycroft came, to the day they left to her office. In matter of seconds, an idea popped into his head. "JOHN! JOHN!" Sherlock started screaming opening his flat door yelling downstairs.

John raced upstairs with Greg behind him, "What is it?! What happened?!" he asked. "Greg, the flashlight, you didn't find unknown finger prints did you?" He asked as Greg shook his head "No, I'm sorry.." "Open the flashlight lid, take out the batteries and check if there are finger prints there! NOW!" Sherlock ordered now beaming with excitement. "The game is on"

A few hours later

"We're still waiting...No Mary stay, it's alright... Sherlock says if he finds an identification to the person then it's solved" John was speaking to his future wife on the phone. Sherlock was pacing back and forth in Scotland Yard waiting for the results to be done.

"LESTRADE! This is taking forever!" Sherlock snapped at Lestrade, who was eating a donut "You need to calm down going bonkers over this is not going to help okay? We couldn't find any identification for someone in London, we had to contact the department in France they'll get back to us as soon as possible" Lestrade explained to Sherlock, who stormed out of the office for a smoke.

"Jesus he's really weak when it comes to her huh?" Lestrade said sighing, "He is, very weak" John sighed. "He's normally annoying, but with her disappearance he's been real psychotic John! He almost strangled Donovan a while ago" Lestrade said as he rubbed his temples from the headache.

Just then the phone rang and answered Lestrade "Hello?...Yes, yes.....yes....yes indeed! So who is it?.. yes... wow... thank you so much!" He hung up the phone and rushed outside to tell Sherlock the good news with John behind him.

"Sherlock! We found a match, not only a regular match. Fingerprints on the batteries belong to a guy that goes by the name of Omar, he's Reine's husband. He's the owner of Kerby Corp."

"Brilliant!" Sherlock exhaled the smoke putting the cigarette out as he called Mycroft informing of the news. "Be here in 30 minutes, we're flying to France. I've already arranged the private jet don't be late!" Mycroft replied.