Cuts

Chapter 5

Thank you Ariane DeVere aka Callie Sullivan on livejournal for the transcripts. They help so much.

Here is the next part of A Study in Pink

*Warning there will be a couple cuss words*

I own nothing, except Calliah

The man leads us up a circular staircase. He looks at me. "Who are you?"

"Calliah Mullen sir." I say.
He nods. "Greg Lestrade." John and Greg put on latex gloves along with white cotton coverings over their shoes. Sherlock and I just put on the gloves. "I can give you two minutes." Greg says as they get to the room.

"May need longer." Sherlock says casually.

"Her name's Jennifer Wilson according to her credit cards. We're running them now for contact details. Hasn't been here long. Some kids found her." Lestrade tells the three of them.

He leads us into a room two stories above the ground floor. The room is empty of furniture except for a rocking horse in the far corner. Emergency portable lighting has been set up, presumably by the police. Scaffolding poles hold up part of the ceiling near where a couple of large holes have been knocked through one of the walls. A woman's body is lying face down on the bare floorboards in the middle of the room. She is wearing a bright pink overcoat and high-heeled pink shoes. Her hands are flat on the floor either side of her head. Sherlock walks a few steps into the room and then stops, holding one hand out in front of himself as he focuses on the corpse. Behind him, John looks at the woman's body and his face fills with pain and sadness. I look at the body in disgust. I hated the color pink and dead bodies. The four of them stand there silently for several long seconds, then Sherlock looks across to Lestrade. "Shut up." Sherlock says.

Lestrade looks startled. "I didn't say anything."

"You were thinking. It's annoying." Sherlock says. Lestrade and John exchange a surprised look as Sherlock steps slowly forward until he reaches the side of the corpse. I look at him and observe him. I look at the body to try and see what Sherlock is seeing, yet seeing nothing out of the ordinary. I get up and walk to the two other men. "So you let him do this a lot?" I ask Lestrade.

He nods. "He help a lot and doesn't require pay. It save time and money. How did you get tangled up with him?" He asks me.

"I met him yesterday at the morgue. I was getting him his coffee and long story short, John and I are going to be living with him." I say and smile.

He laughs and looks at Sherlock. "Got anything?"

"Not much." Sherlock says nonchalantly. "Calliah, he has a wife by the way." He throws my way. He takes off the gloves and gets out his mobile phone. "Don't want to get your hope up." He begins typing on his phone.

"I'm not looking to date Sherlock." I roll my eyes and look down.

"She's German." I hear. I look over and see Anderson casually leaning against the doorway. "'Rache': it's German for 'revenge'. She could be trying to tell us something…" I see Sherlock walks to the door way.

"Yes, thank you for your input." Sherlock says sarcastically. He slam the door shut and walks back into the room.

"So she's German?" Lestrade asks.

"Of course she's not." Sherlock says, still not looking up from his phone. "She's from out of town, though. Intended to stay in London for one night…" He smiles at his phone and looks up. "before returning home to Cardiff." He puts his phone back into his pocket. "So far, so obvious."