The taxi ride remained silent and relatively comfortable. Neither Kairi nor Sherlock really knew what to say since they couldn't speak of anything meaningful in such a short span of time. Arriving seething from a fight or disheveled from a lengthy snogging session wouldn't be greatly received by Scotland Yard, so the familiar silence of her morose detective would have to do. They'd remain slightly distant, vibrating with unmet needs and trying not to leap on each other every other minute. She smiled, just trying to feel in the moment with her precious detective. It was a very difficult thing to do when there were so many things that needed to be said, that needed to be heard.
They arrived at Brompton Park rather quickly and approached the barricaded crime scene, blocked off so the public couldn't just wander in. The area itself was a rather populated one, surrounded by businesses, residences, and even a fancy hotel. Kairi had yet to go to Brompton Park - her fascination with parks had dwindled since Moran - and it was a bit out of her usual routine. This wasn't exactly how she wanted to visit it, but it was a visit nonetheless. It was a smaller park and it backed up against a well known cemetery surrounded by residences. Bright lights were set up, illuminating the area and almost making it seem like a movie set.
Sherlock was pulling Kairi along, holding her hand in his tight grip. To the passing glares they received, it looked like he was dragging her, forcing her to keep up and come along this little sick adventure, but in reality, it was about as affectionate as he would get in public. In his little reality, taking someone along to a crime scene was probably the highest regard he could have for a person. Not many really understood that about him. Not to mention, his legs were almost twice as long as Kairi's, so dragging her was more of an accident than an effort.
They passed through the tape, lifted by a cross looking uniformed officer that Kairi didn't know and Sherlock barely cared to acknowledge. As they approached the scene, they passed by a few officers who greeted Kairi with smiles, then they navigated around high screens that were blocking the body from the public's view. They weaved around countless uniformed people and found Lestrade standing about three feet away from the corpse, one arm crossed over his midsection and the other gripping his chin, his eyes looking fierce as he took it all in.
Sherlock watched Lestrade as he acknowledged their approach. A nod to the consulting detective and a lingering sort of stare at Kairi, half nervous and half something else which made Sherlock minutely curious. As they got closer, Sherlock let go of Kairi and removed his glove to shake Lestrade's hand.
"Gene." Sherlock nodded, ignoring the pointed eye roll from the detective and focusing instead on the handshake, he couldn't help his innate investigative drives. He noticed that Kairi was watching them closely.
"Greg." Lestrade growled, letting go of the offending detective's hand and reaching towards Kairi to give her a stiff sort of hug that she returned with an equal lack of warmth.
"No, Sherlock." He smiled, pointing to himself with a wicked grin which caused Kairi to roll her eyes and chuckle and Lestrade just glared at him. He pushed his observations to the side, meant to be dealt with later. He ignored the rest of the world instantly and looked towards the body, a static sort of excitement coursing through him as he took in every bit of the scene with elation. "Identification?"
"None." Lestrade said, "But we've left her mostly alone aside from sectioning off the area. We didn't want anyone to stumble in and see this."
In the middle of the cordoned off area, a battered woman was very much on display. Sherlock walked towards her, his eyes snaking through the bloody grass and across the now pale skin. She was splayed out, arms above her head, legs spread wide beneath her, anchored in place with railroad spikes. Recognition sent a surge through his gut and he had to stifle a chuckle as he let his eyes wander over his newest case.
