Experiments (Sherlock BBC- Johnlock Fanfic)

10- Another murder

-Sherlock-

In a mad dash I ran into the apartment. I stared down at the slightly familiar face. He was a newly graduated forensic scientist whom had worked with Molly and Anderson.

Something clicked in my brain. At first glance the crime scene seemed the same; a criminal mastermind whom had left only minimal evidence, so I decided to look for information somewhere else.

Grabbing my phone I called her familiar number.

'Sherlock, Im quite busy right now.'

I walked the room as I spoke to her, looking for any sort of evidence. I decided I would leave a body and message deduction for when I could give it full attention.

'Molly do you know that boy you worked with... Larry Ibernak? Do you know anyone who'd want them dead.'

'No... No he was a sweet guy. We actually went out a few times...'

I was growing impatient.

'Molly!' I snapped 'He's dead! I need you to send me a full list of everyone he worked with in London asap.'

Without waiting for a reply I hung up.

Looking up at the wall above his body I saw the vaguely familiar message scratched into the wall.

'For my colleagues'

I looked down at the body. I could deduce multiple things about him personally, but I was unsure if they were useful anymore.

He was obviously seeing multiple women, his unwashed cups in this tiny apartment had rings of different colored lipstick on the top. Aside from that, there was a woman's shirt on the floor, an earring on his bedside table, and multiple bobby pins around the apartment. If this were only one woman, she would have moved in with him by this time, or there would be photos of her on his desk, which was piled with textbooks and photos of him with his parents.

His books were an assortment of forensic textbooks, and a few comic books. He had a modern laptop which I would later instruct to be examined.

Larry himself was killed in the same way as the others, obviously. His blemish free, childish face was plagued with multiple blisters. There was no scratch marks at his neck this time though, he'd died peacefully in his sleep.

He wore minimal clothing and had tossed and turned in his sleep, as the blankets were wrapped around his legs. He had a tattoo of a sports logo on his hip.

I turned to look at the scratching. Whatever had scratched the other messages had scratched this too. It wasn't sharp, but it wasn't blunt, and it left no residue.

I would have to go back to Scotland Yard to prowl over security cameras to see if I could catch a glimpse of the killer. The last few murders the cameras had been mysteriously disabled.

All I knew about the killer was the footprint found at the first crime scene, showing that he was a healthy male. We knew his shoe size, and where he shopped (although there were no records of his shoe being brought).

Suddenly it grew harder to focus. I scrunched my brow in frustration as a voice cut through my thoughts.

'Where's Donovan. She's usually at these things.'

'I don't know, she hasn't been back to work in a few weeks. We haven't heard anything. We are going to contact her family.'

I looked up to see John walk in with Lestrade, coffees in hand. John looked slightly sad.

I felt instantly guilty. Id left him at an... a... a time that I didn't want to. Looking down into his cute little eyes I felt extremely guilty. And I felt like I wanted to reach out and brush the hair from his eyes.

'Sherlock!'

Lestrade was yelling at me.

'Hmmm?' I asked, snapping my attention to him.

He held a coffee out to me. The dark lines under his eyes showed me that I wasn't the only one who couldn't crack this case.

'Anything new?'

'No. Whoever we have here is a well seasoned professional. I gather that the security cameras have been turned off again and there are no prints or dna.'

I took the coffee and looked at John. Something about the way he was looking at me made my heart leap.

I couldn't let his distract me. I couldn't let anyone else die. I needed to go.

I promptly walked out the door and hailed a cab. I couldn't rest until I solved the case. I couldn't let John distract me.

John...

No.

I need to solve this case. I would pour over the security cameras from his apartment, run his facial details and thoroughly investigate everyone on the list Molly had hopefully sent through. It was going to be a long day.