A Little Bit Of Hell On Earth

The impossible case

"What doesn't make sense Sherlock, the guys dead and we have a confession." John said as he looked at the body that was limp on the ground with glass in the back of head.

"How the man died John, you and the police are to dull to see it" Sherlock pulled the guys head off of the wall where it was resting. "Look at the back of his head john."

"Yeah it's got glass in it and it looks pretty beaten up." John looked up at Sherlock who was giving him a look as if he was missing something important, John just stared right back at Sherlock who then rolled his eyes."Sherlock you said to look at the back of his head and I did."

"Yeah that's all you did." Sherlock then stormed off to the window of the flat looking out, seeing a blue police phone box. Figuring it was nothing of great importance he just shoved it in the pits of his mind palace. Sherlock then turned around and walked back to John. "Tell me how weak little scrawny dan could have possibly killed his big beefy brother Redmond."

"Well Dan said that....."

"Dans story is completely false, all lies"

"How could he lie about something like this, the evidence matches up with how he says he killed his brother Sherlock."

"No it doesn't John, please use your brain."

John being used to Sherlocks insulting comments and easily ignored that one. "Dan said he and his brother got into a fight, dan ends up smashing Redmonds head into the wall and while Redmond was shocked smashed Redmonds head into the mirror across the room." Sherlock was giving John a condescending look, but said nothing and let John repeat Dans account on what had happened. "then he stabbed his brother with a knife." John turned to see Sherlock snickering to himself. "what's so funny."

"You John that's what. That entire story is false."

"Well then you explain it mr consulting detective."

"I will." Sherlock said then smirked. "first off the whole order of Dans account of what happened is completely backwards."

"Your suggesting that Dan told the whole story backwards?"

"Yes his brother stabbed him here" Sherlock stood in the middle of Redmonds living room. "Then somehow threw Redmond to the mirror."

"Threw Sherlock really?"

"Yes threw John, how I don't know. but I know he did throw Redmond because there is no bloody foot prints leading towards the mirror from this spot" John stood motionless as Sherlock figured out how Redmond had actually died, it all made sense and fit better than Dans story. Plus Sherlock was never wrong. "and after throwing Redmond into that wall somehow avoided all the blood, got to where the mirror is and threw him to the opposite wall where a piece of glass impaled his brain."

"Wow Sherlock that's definitely an interesting theory." John said "but there is no way in hell Dan could have done all of that."

"That's why I'm stumped John, I just explained to you what happened but I have no clue how it happened"

"Well their could be another explanation."

"No their really isn't John." Sherlock said with frustration, and turned his head slightly as if listening for something. "hear that John?" Sherlock said looking around the room frantically trying to find the source of the noise.

"No I don't Sherlock." John watched as Sherlock scanned the room "what does it sound like."

"A whooshing sound John, sounds like whooosh whoooosh whoooosh." Sherlock continued to search the room but suddenly stopped. "the noise is gone." Sherlock stood up straight and brushed off his coat as Greg Lestrade walked in.

"You figure it out yet Sherlock?"

"Yes, of course I did." Sherlock stepped around the crime scene to avoid contaminating it. "just how Dan did it I can't figure that out." Sherlock left the flat and Greg yelled after him.

"Where are you going Sherlock."

"I'm going to go and try to figure out how scrawny Dan could have killed Redmond." Sherlock replied as his voice got quieter because he was getting further away from the crime scene.

"I should probably go with him Greg."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea John."Greg nodded and John went after sherlock.

"Sherlock wait for me!" John shouted semi loud for Sherlock to slow his pace so john could catch up.

Sherlock and John were now in one of their favourite cafés in London. Sherlock sipping his tea between long intervals due to the thought process in his head, trying to figure out how Dan could have done what he said he had done.

"Sherlock, just relax for two minutes and enjoy your tea." John said catching Sherlocks attention while taking a sip of his own. "it's quite good."

"John the case needs to be solved now"

"No, what needs to happen now is for you to relax Sherlock."

"Shut up John I'm going into my mind palace for a bit pleas do not disturb me." Sherlock then closed his eyes and brought his hands up in front of his face like he was praying, but this was just a gesture Sherlock did sometimes.

As Sherlock entered his mind palace a semi tall skinny man in a trench coat entered and a young woman with blonde hair followed him in.

"Doctor, remind me why are we here again?" Rose said as she closed the cafe door.

"Because Rose these murders are just so fascinating."

John hearing these conversations lifted his head looked at the two strangers then at Sherlock. Who was still deep in thought.

"What how they all seem to be done with magic?"

"Exactly rose, there nearly impossible" the doctor ordered his and Roses tea and biscuits.

"And that's why you want to solve it."

"Exactly!" The doctor excitingly said as he grabbed his tea and buiscit, and rose grabbed hers. the two of then headed towards a table two away from Sherlock and John.

"So are we going to look into the art gallery one where the guy got slammed into the art exhibit, then exploded?"

Sherlock at this point opened his eyes but still kept his hands in front of his mouth.

"Oh yeah, that one is the strangest. definitely." the doctor took a sip of his tea, and a bite of the biscuit. "how he was fresh cut using the exhibit." the doctor paused "without even a trace of a struggle. then the fact he just blew up."

Sherlock finally stood up and strode over to the doctor and Rose. "who do you two think you are. your not cops, that's obvious." Sherlock then sniffed the air. "and you don't smell like criminals, so tell me why are you talking about the murders like this or I will get the British government on your case." Sherlock gave a little smile and a slight head tilt.