We arrived at the crime scene.
Lestrade sat in the back of an ambulance, whilst a blanket was draped over his shoulders. He was staring at the ground while everyone else seemed to be silent or in the same situation as him. Blanket upon their shoulder and absolute silence. The atmosphere seemed tense, and no one seemed to be actively discussing the case like usual.
There was no body. Yet a crime scene was present. The normal blue and white tape was up in a small area and the area was deserted. No one seemed to want to get near the area. Glancing at everyone's expression, they seemed to have seen a ghost of some sort. Too shocked for words.
"Lestrade."
Lestrade did nothing but looked up. We stood still for a second, our breath clearly visible as the damp ground beneath made my feet colder. I lifted a brow and the silence encouraged for him to elaborate.
His eyes went cold as he started to tremble.
"S-Sherlock... I-It's horrific! T-The body... Ohmygod, itwasnteven-" Hesitation was everywhere as all the words spilt out of his mouth.
"Lestrade. Just calm down. You're talking too fast." I shook my head. Was it really that bad?
"Body. Wait, no. It wasn't even a body." His flustered reply made me consider if he was thinking straight. And whether or not he got the details correct.
"What in the world are you talking about?"
"The victim... His flesh. Stripped and scraped from his bones. He has no flesh. We don't even know where the flesh went... He or She.... Was... Just.. bones..." His eyes widened as he shook his head.
"Fun. Where are the remains?" I looked around again, trying to find at least something that resembled a skeleton in the scene of the crime.
"We took it back to the hospital lab. To Molly. We don't know who they are yet. But we have confirmed that they are definitely human. No doubt."
"If you're wrong; I don't think you deserve your job Lestrade."
"I'm not joking!"
"I'll verify if you're correct when I see the body." I gave him a smile that even I, myself would consider fake and chilling to the bone.
Nodding, Lestrade lifted his hand for Anderson to get his arse over.
"Ah. We'll catch a cab to St. Bart's, Me and John." I started walking, only to be stopped by John.
"Sherlock?" John stood without moving. It seemed like he didn't intend to follow me.
"Yes, Watson?"
"I'm not paying."
"..."
"Sherlock, I always pay!"
I stood idly for a moment before sighing. "I'll... Take your vehicle."
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"Ugh... That was a rather long journey..." I hopped out of the car that I was crammed in and started to stretch.
"It was just 15 bloody minutes, Sherlock..." John shook his head in annoyance.
"It's not my fault Anderson makes me car sick. His IQ just... Ugh." I stuck my tongue out in disgust.
"I am here you know." Anderson crossed his arms and gave me the dumb expression he always had displayed on his face.
"You think I didn't know that? You're supposed to keep distance or you'll lower my IQ. You've seemed to lower Garrett's..."
"IT'S GREG!" Lestrade, who was already at the door, gave me an irritated look before gesturing for me to come in.
I walked up towards the female receptionist who boredly stared at the computer.
The clipboards by her side indicated she was logging information onto the system. Three of them filled with names, while the other ones filled with... Supplies and a heap of... Numbers? Maybe just the time.
Messy handwriting... Hard handwriting... Ah... Molly's handwriting.
I started walking down the corridor to her working lab. Whilst John, Grant and others followed closely behind without question. A trail of people and I was leading the way. I always have to lead the way, otherwise, most of Gavin's idiots might as well walk into a wall. Anderson... Might have climbed the staircase and walked right off the roof without knowing what happened to him. Depressing thought, at such stupidity, but rather pathetic for a grown man. Almost makes me smile. Almost. Ha. Kidding. Watching him think is the same as watching a dog try and chase its tail. Classical comedy about an idiot.
"Redbeard... You were so much more intelligent than these dimwits..."
"Pardon?" I looked behind me, realising I had said that aloud.
"Nothing. Now, let's go see that corpse!"
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