❝This is not what
I expected.❞

The most excited consulting detective rubbed his hands together with an enormous grin on his face, while he was driven to his destination.

But he did not know what dear, old Victoria was planning...

"Finally!" Sherlock said with joy. "A case worthy of my time!" He could not contain himself- it was as if he was about to explode, although John had wished this particular metaphor many times.

One of London's black cabs had applied its brakes near yellow police tape and Sherlock immediately jumped out.

"Um, Sherlock?" John called from the vehicle.

"What is it John?" He did not even try, so John just payed the poor driver and followed Sherlock towards the crime scene.

Sherlock feasted his eyes on a body. It was visible from its waist, upwards, and that was due to a red blanket covering what was beneath.

"So we-"

"Please shut up." Lestrade raised his eyebrows, insulted by Sherlock.

Then, he resumed his analysis of the body.

Lifting the blanket towards him, he had revealed something brutal.

It appeared to be several slits across the victims legs.

"That's nasty." John commented, but Sherlock did what he always did best- ignored him.

"I'd say this body has been lying here for around 7 hours. The killer tried to hide their tracks, but you can see that that some sand has been packed more than others, which shows us that the body was moved from a different location. There are also patches of mud which are different to those from the beach. This killer thought he had succeeded, but it seems we may have found him. Lestrade, I need another case. This one is too easy." Lestrade sighed.

"Come on Sherlock! It's not as easy as it looks." The arrogant detective rolled his eyes and gave in, although it didn't come across as this way.

"I'll have it solved within the next couple of hours." Sherlock had plucked a sample of mud and placed it onto a small plastic bag, walking to the main road.

The sky had turned darker, as if the light was plunged and something was amiss.

However, Sherlock's head was in the clouds, so to speak, as he wished to quickly finish the case which was not enough for him.

You see, at this moment, his addiction was being fed, but Sherlock wished to increase the strength.

The master and its follower arrived at St Bartholomew's hospital, where deductions had resumed.

Little did Sherlock know what awaited him.

Once a step had set foot in the lab, two women looked up, both smiling, but with different meanings to them.

"Molly I-" Sherlock stopped in his tracks and stared at the women beside Molly.

"Victoria?" John expressed with shock.  "H-how nice to see you."

"Hello." Molly frowned, and was a little jealous.

"You... know each other?"

"Yes." Victoria lifted her hands off the side of the microscope. "We live in the same flat. Well, I live below them." Sherlock attempted his deductions on Victoria, but found nothing- which was unusual.

But totally not his style.

"Molly, I wish to analyse this sample of mud." He removed the bag from his pocket and showed it to Molly.

"S-sure."

"You wish to recognise its contents, yes?" Victoria blurted out and Sherlock immediately darted his head towards her.

"Y-es." Stepping towards Sherlock, she opened out her hand.

"I'll help." She smiled and beneath that smile, Victoria found this all to amusing.

And so Sherlock face into a simple human error, and placed the bag into her hand.

Victoria then conducted a series of experiments, but Sherlock being himself, had taken over.

"Right..." He shook the test test and smirked. Slipping his hand into his pocket, Sherlock dialled a number, ready to burst out with information. "Lestrade-"

"Sherlock? Sherlock! I was just about to call you. We have another one."