Cigarette Smoke ☏✂ Oliver Thredson

Do It Like Sherlock

"You found what?" Sister Jude questioned with a peculiar expression as she looked over Doctor Bonneville who sat down across from her in a massive large black chair that swallowed her petite stature. 

"Hair Sister Jude." She meekly replied before tapping the bottom of her heel against the floor several times in a row. "I can,I can only assume it be-belonged to whoever took her body"

"I see" The nun frowned before glancing up at her clock with a serious eye. "Well Doctor Bonneville, I shall let you search our institution for answers on who might of taken Miss Donna's corpse, but in the mean time, I do apologize—I have a meeting with a family very shortly."

"Of c-course Sister Jude. Th-thank you for your, your time" Doctor Bonneville smiled before quickly standing back to her feet and leaving out the door without another word to follow. 

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 "Doctor Thredson?" Doris called as she gently pushed open the door to his office with slight hesitation. She looked in and there he was, sitting lonesomely at his desk smoking on a cigarette that puffed dense clouds around his head.

"Doctor Bonneville" He politely greeted before closing up the patient folder in hand and looking up at the woman with full attention. "What can I help you with?"

"I have a problem Doctor" She began before slumping down in the empty chair in front of him. "I need your help with a..." Doris paused to think of the right word. "Investigation"

"Investigation?" Oliver repeated back in surprise. "I thought you told me you were a Forensic Pathologist?"

"I am a F-Forensic Pathologist Doctor" She smiled. "But If you've e-ever read the definition of a Forensic Pathologist, you would f-find that my occupation also requires that I minor as both a Psychologist and Investigator. Dead bodies aren't the only thing I study D-Doctor. I also have to study people's be-behavior, mental health, and clinically assesses them whether they're breathing or not. I also do a bit of reporting as well, but I suppose that's no the point" Doctor Bonneville finished as she began to dust some imaginary lint off her skirt's knee level. "I was simply wondering if you could help me. I haven't been here long and I don't really know how everything here-" She paused to frantically wave her hand above her head. "Works. It's alright if you don't have time-"

"No, no, I can help" Doctor Thredson quickly interjected as he took one last breath of his cigarette before snuffing the spark out against the receptacle on his desk. "What can I assist you with?" He asked while interlocking his hands together and laying his forearms atop his desk as a sign of "'You have my attention"'.

"I'm looking for someone. Someone who might be,be particularly old with grey short h-hair. It might be a w-woman, but judging by the length of the,of the hair I found on the morgue table, it might definitely be a man"

"I see" Doctor Thredson mumbled with narrowed eyes as he began to think of every patient, nun, and doctor he knew who might fit her particular description. "Actually Doctor Bonneville, why don't we take a little walk?"

"This hardly seems the time for a leisurely stroll Doctor Thredson" 

"I meant inside the institute" He smirked before standing up off his chair and walking to her side.

"Oh" She mumbled with raised eyebrows before standing up with him. "That's a good idea"

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Both Doctor Bonneville and Thredson trekked through the empty, unnerving halls of the Briarcliff institute side by side. There shoes clicked against the surface of the wooden floors beneath them as Doris's eyes studied every inch of the corridors.
The air was particularly musty that morning, as it smelled more strongly of chemicals and blood then the day before it while screams still accompanied there slow stroll through the veins of the institute. It seemed there was never a moment of silence to inhabit the distraught building's atmosphere and it made Doris nervous to know that. 

She anxiously rubbed her thumb against the inside of her opposite hand's wet palm as she turned a tight corner with the doctor inches from brushing her shoulder.

"I believe I know a doctor or two who might have been able to take a body like that without anyone realizing it" Thredson spoke as he looked into each doorway that happened to be open as they passed. "We'll try Sister Jude's office first"

"Sister Jude? Why would she take the body?" Doris asked with a surprised expression. "I hardly doubt we waste time asking her. Besides, I was the one to bring the problem up to her this morning"

"You did?"

"Yes" She nodded in reply as they gradually slowed to a stop in there promenade. "Plus, when I brought up the fact that Donna's body was missing, she didn't at all seem nervous in anyway. In fact, she looked entirely unbelieving at first. I seriously oppose that accusation Doctor Thredson"

"I suppose we'll inquire about the corpse with Doctor Arden instead though" Oliver shrugged as he pressed a hand to her back as a sign for her to follow him.

"Doctor Arden?" Doris repeated with raised eyebrows.

"Only the 2nd most suspicious person here at the Briarcliff Mental Institution"

"What makes him suspicious?"

"Trust me, you'll know what I mean once you meet him" Thredson dryly laughed to himself as both himself and Bonneville began to descend down a lengthy flight of stairs into what looked like a dungeon corridor. The air was thicker and dustier making it hard for them to freely breath. Not only this, but the smell of the dead was thicker down in the basement floors then it was upstairs. It made Doris cringe causing her to slow herself and Thredson down dramatically to a speed that was questionable for hesitance.

"Are you alright?" He asked before quickly pulling his hand back to his side with sudden realization that she found it uncomfortable. "You seem tentative"

"I am" Doris mumbled as she took a quick glance around herself. "This place smells worst then the morgue, and that's saying a lot because the morgue smells both like rotting bodies and formaldehyde" She sighed as Thredson gave a small smirk. Something in his face was familiar though, as if he was rethinking about a memory.

He was.

Oliver thought over the word she'd just mentioned that caused memories to flood over his conscious like a tidal wave. Formaldehyde. It was the word of a chemical he once worked with in his young medical years. They used it to preserve there cadavers. Mostly just for the human ones. Oh God, he thought to himself as he thought more about it. He recalled that one particular cadaver that he had lied eyes on. The 30-ish year old woman with the motherly like skin.

Oh the thought of it's skin against his made his spine shiver in both delight and ache. He looked over at Doris with slightly narrowed eyes as he realized how much he yearned to touch her own flesh. He could've if he wanted to. There was no one in sight. He could just grab her right there and then if he truly had no control over himself and his emotions.
Clenching his jaw,Oliver brutally scratched his shaky hands against his legs as he attempted to control his inner desire before forcing himself to look away.

"Let's go" Doris suddenly spoke, almost leaving the doctor behind as she walked on. Oliver looked up at her striding figure, watching as she slowly drew farther away from him until she paused to turn. "Coming?"