Everyone Has Their Breaking Point

Chapter 6- The Return Of Greatness

Even if he wouldn't admit it, the idea of a murder had filled him with adrenaline and he was ready to get on the case.

When the taxi came to a stop, John peered out at their location. "Sherlock? Is this entirely safe? This area is full of drug lords and crimin-" John stopped when he heard the door slam and watched Sherlock make long strides towards the crime scene, which was cut off by yellow tape. Annoyed that he had to once again pay for the expensive mode of transport, John got out of the Taxi and threw the driver two £10 notes. "Keep the change" he mumbled before stalking off after Sherlock.

"Lestrade, the freak is here." A voice said into a walkie-talkie.

Sherlock flinched slightly at the nickname but bit back with a standard Holmes comment, "Nice to see you too Donovan, I see you have been put on guard dog duty again? Must be degrading when your boyfriend is in there doing the grown up work." He smiled and pulled his collar up before pushing past Sally Donovan and slipping under the police tape. John watched him swoop through the door, going into work mode. Following suit he ducked under the tape but not before giving Donovan a sarcastic smile. No one was mean to Sherlock on his watch.

Lestrade ran up to the doctor as he entered the run down council house, "Ah John! Come upstairs quick! Sherlock needs help and Anderson isn't exactly his favourite person..."

"That's one way to put it, I'll go up now"

"Thanks John"

Without haste John took the stairs two at a time wanting to get to the detective quickly. Sherlock was crouched over what John assumed was the body, walking over he went and stood in the corner of the room whilst being careful not to touch anything.

"You need my help Sherlock?"

Sherlock stood up and turned round to face John."Yes actually", he said whilst brushing himself off.

Surprised the doctor stuttered out "Yeah? What with?"

"What is wrong with this scene?"

Sherlock stared intensely at John, so intensely John got uncomfortable and looked round the room to distract himself. Right, he could do this, he could prove himself. Taking a deep breath John tried to analyse like his roommate could.Antique room : deep wood walls and floors ; a mahogany desk in the corner and altogether furnished quite nicely for a council house.

"The person who lived here couldn't have possibly afforded all of this...right?"

Sherlock nodded sharply, "What else? Come on!"

Dead body : Designer tracksuit, short hair, trainers, florescent socks, throat...throat ripped out, clean. Clean. Spotless in fact.

"No blood."

Laughing out his agreement Sherlock shouted "NO BLOOD! No blood anywhere! Clothes, floor, body, there isn't any blood!"

Now getting worried John said "So what does that mean?"

Not answering Sherlock walked over to the desk under the window and plucked a piece of paper off the top. He sauntered back over to John and stuffed the paper under his nose.

The doctor stepped back and let his eyes focus. He gasped.

"So he IS back..."

The sociopath almost cackled with excitement, forgetting who they were talking about.

"And boy did I miss him."

[ I.O.U ...]

[(A Case)]