Déjà vu

Chapter Nine: I know what You are

A week has passed since the "murder of Mindy Castro." Well that's what Sherlock said. We really haven't found anything new from the corpse and from the family none other than that they are willingly to talk to us after they schedule Mindy's funeral. There isn't really much to say about this case none other than that it is quite strange. That's really it. Well that's all I have to say for right now as just an update.

"Are you still typing out your thoughts and feelings about this case John?" Sherlock asked John out of complete boredom. "Would you stop looking through my stuff, Sherlock."
Sherlock ignoring John lay down at the couch, looking up to the smiley face on the wall. John shut off the computer but bother to get up. Like he was paralyzed with thoughts on his mind. Confused but also quite curious of what the hell is going on with this case.

"What is it John?"
"Hm?"
"Are you still thinking about the case?"

John sat there in silence, knowing that Sherlock knows the answer to this "obvious" question. "Yeah. Doesn't this case bother you?"
"No. Why?"
"It just seems odd that the FBI would be involved with a case like this."
"You realize this now? You are so slow John. Wake up."
"I am awake Sherlock and also I've been thinking about them since they showed up."
"Well at least I'm not alone on this one."
"And the questions they were asking were just strange. Do FBI agents really ask those kinds of questions?"
"No I don't think so John. Keep talking. We are getting somewhere."
"I mean what does sulfur have to do with anything with the case?! However, I still find it strange that there is sulfur on the body. What do you think Sherlock?"

Sherlock was drowning out John while he was too busy focusing on his mind plate. Let's see...why would there be sulfur on the girl's body? Unless...no it can't be...that doesn't even exist proven by scientists but still...that can be an option...

"Do you think it's ghosts?"
"Hm."
"I said do you think it's-"
"I heard you John. But I didn't think we would be thinking the same thing."
"Wait what?"
"I said we agreed on the same thing John."
"I heard you the first time. I just wanted you to say it again. So do you want to start researching on them."
"Nope I think I figured it out."
"Well will you like to share with the rest of us?"
"Yes. From what I gather so far, that they are obviously not in the FBI but rather outsiders of something bigger. Hell maybe bigger than all of us but that's the problem. We don't know that much about it, so they keep it on the down low. So what do you think?"

John sat at the desk in silent, not knowing what he is saying is true or not. It was a lot to comprehend let alone evening believing him in this somewhat nonsense. The fact that we agree on something is really unbelievable but for him to go this low on something which I'm pretty sure that he doesn't one hundred percent believe in is quite strange. Is it Opposite Day or something?

"Is it to far fetch John?"
"Honestly I don't even know if what your saying could be the possible. I mean I don believe you that those 'FBI agents' are fishy but to think that you would go into THAT much depth is completely insane Sherlock. Are you okay?"
"Yes John I'm fine. It just I feel like there is something more into this 'supernatural' nonsense. Well scratch that off the table."
"Sherlock, I'm not saying I don't believe in your theory but you are always right when it comes to this sort of thing. But if you want to go through with it...then count me in."

I didn't really need John's approval or assistance but at least he's willingly to risk his boring life for me Sherlock though to himself. Well that doesn't matter now. What matters at this moment that I think I figured them out.

I reached into my pocket to grab my phone out to teach these "FBI agents" a lesson. You would think this is more of Mycroft's thing but now it's my turn. Fortunately, one of them gave me a business card to reach out to them. I typed in the number and started to type up a text.

I know what you are.