Vatican Cameos (A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

1. A New Prospective

221B.
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Elisabeth's P.O.V
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I wake up in my over-sized bed. Just as i'm catching my bearings, my phone beeps a deafening reminder. I pick it up, it reads:

'JOHN & MARY DINNER
TODAY @8'

"Oh god... that's today." I whisper to myself, as i set my phone back on the bed-side table, and get out of bed. I walk out into the hallway, and pause as i stare out into the living room. I still haven't entirely gotten used to living alone again. John moved out a while back.

I get out of my shower, very bored. I have nothing to do today. Nothing except going shopping before i meet John and Mary. My phone starts to ring, its Lestrade. I've kept working with him after Sherlock's death.

"Hello." I say.

"Hello..." Says Lestrade, starting to give a vague description of a crime scene and telling me the address.

"Alright, i'm on my way." I reply.

CRIME SCENE.
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I arrive at the crime scene alleyway, and get out of the cab. I start walking through several police officers and cars, and duck under the crime scene tape. As i walk further into the alley I see Lestrade, Donavan, and Andersen standing around the body. Lestrade turns to me.

"Well, here it is. One of the people working in a shop near here reported it. We think it may be a robbery gone bad but, have a look around, see of there's something else." He says.

I nod, and kneel in front of the man slumped against the wall. He's a white male, in his mid thirties. 5'8. Three stab wounds, two in the stomach, one in the chest. If the murder weapon did reach the heart then that probably is the killing blow. The closest match to the size of the wound is a kitchen knife. Maybe the assailant is a little close to home? But, it could still be a lowlife robbery gone wrong. His hand are covered in blood. But, the blood on his wedding finger is inconsistent with the rest of the stains on his left hand. So he was married. Unhappily maybe?

"Did you find anything in the alleyway?" I ask Lestrade.

"No, nothing yet." He says.

"Any ID?"

"No, we haven't found that either."

"Well if someone identifies him let me know. And keep me updated if anything else happens." I say as i get back up.

"Alright.... but, is that it?" He asks.

"Yeah well there wasn't much. Its either a robbery gone wrong as you suggested, or a very angry wife. His wedding ring's missing, but so is his wallet. Whichever we find first could be the answer. Get your men to talk to the neighbors, and search garbage cans near here."

"Alright, Donavan call for..." He trails off as I start walking away.

BAKER ST.
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I open the door to 221B, and notice that the door to 221A is open, and there's voices coming from inside. I walk towards the door and walk in. John's sat on the kitchen table, and Mrs Hudson is making him tea. She firmly slams down a small tray containing a cup and saucer and a jug of milk, then goes across the room to pick up a plate of biscuits, which she equally loudly slams down onto the table. John silently watches her while she picks up a sugar bowl and thumps that onto the table. She hesitates, then points at the sugar bowl.