Tears of an Angel - Sherlock

Chapter 3 - The Victims

Sherlock stood out the front of 221B, arm raised in the air as he called for the taxi. John ran down the stairs to catch up to his friend closing the door bahind and standing by Sherlock.

"Where are we heading?" John asked out of breath.

"St Bart's" Sherlck replied "Obviously... We are going to take another look at the body, I need your opinion". Just on time a cab pulled up beside the duo. Sherlock opened the door and scooted over to the other side of the cab.

"St Bart's Hospital" He told the cabbie as John closed the door behind him. The cabbie nodded and took off. Soon they arrived at the place and walked inside to the morgue they waiting for them was Molly Hooper, dressedin her lab coat and red lipstick.

"Oh, Sherlock, hi I didn't know you were coming" she said with a laugh.

"Just came to see the bodies Molly, oh and John is here to you know" Molly smiled at John embarassed and said hello. John hated it that Molly had a crush on Sherlock, his Sherlock. He gave a weak smile back. Molly pulled the bodies out and presented each one to Sherlock.

Sherlock called John over to inspect each of the bodies. it wasn't a pretty sight. The blood had been frozen when the bodies had been recovered, but the jaggered knife cuts, had to be a pocket knife judging from the cuts, were still visible. John shivered at the sight. Sherlock turned to John.

"Right John?" he asked coolly. John stuttered.

"Yeah, yeah fine just such a sick way to kill someone..." Sherlock nodded in agreement.

"So deduce for me John" Sherlock said smugly. John sighed examining each body.

"All done by pocket knife, that's obvious, killers going down the body as I said earlier, definitely a week apart all of them... that's all I guess"

"Very good John, even though I already knew all of that, good to have a second view on the situation" John rolled his eyes playfully and Sherlock smirked back. "something missing though, some form of information..." he ruffled his hand through his hair. John couldn't help but think how cute he looks wen he does that. "John!"

"Yes.." John said quickly.

"Piece of information what would it be?!" Sherlock asked stammering.

"Ummm ahh," John thought for a second then it hit him. "A witness or some person who knows something..."

"Yes John! Always a witness!" He ran up and kissed John on the forehead. John blushed as Sherlock took his phone out. He looked over to Molly who was looking rather jealous actually. He couldn't help but smirk.

"Lestrade" Sherlock's deep voice filled the room again "I need witnesses or anyone who knows anything about the murders.." Lestrade sighed on the other side of the phone.

"Right..." he paused "no witnesses just the one person, she was the first to find each of the bodies, all of them in fact, told us she doesn't know them but she seems to know where they all are... Everyone reckons she is the murderer but I can't see how she could have done it-" Sherlock cut off Lestrade.

"Who? Who was it? And no they are not the murderer... they are being set up obviously"

"How did you- never mind, her name is Freya she is a fifteen year old girl, doesn't attend school, lives on her own, looks after herself she says. Why would you like to meet her?" Lestrade questioned.

"Yes, where is she?" Sherlock asked quickly.

"No idea, she comes and goes no real home, you will have to find her-" Lestrade's voice stopped as Sherlock hung up the phone.

"News?" John asked from behind him. Sherlock turned to face the Army Doctor.

"Oh yes!" he said excitedly and with that he bolted out of the morgue and out of the hospital not even saying good bye to Molly as John chased after him. Sherlock stopped outside the road and hailed a cab.

"Sherlock! Where are we going?" John asked as he reached the man.

"It's not where we're going it's who we are finding!"

"Who?" John asked impatiently.

"Freya"