12:15 am May 19th, 2016

Sherlock's POV

"Sherlock! That was Lestrade we have a new case at the park! Let's go!" John yells from down stairs.

"What kind of case?" I call back sticking my head out of flat 221B.

"You'll like it, it's a murder and there's a note there,but Lestrade wouldn't tell me what it was over the phone." John say while pulling on his cote.

"Interesting, maybe this one will be fun. We haven't had a good case in quite some time." I say walking up to him.

As we walk out the door making our way to the park John gives me a look and says "Sherlock you really shouldn't call murder cases fun, especially in public, and what are you talking about we had a triple homicide just last week!"

"John, maybe to your simple little mind it was... challenging but to me it was one word. Boring!" I say looking down at the doctor.

It wasn't that hard really once I realized that the killer had to be a woman based on the slight fruity fragrance of her perfume left in the air. Also that she knew all the men from her office when they came in to file for divorce from the paperwork found somewhere near the body's it was quite obvious. It was simply child's play the last case John and I had done that really challenged me was performed by the criminal mastermind James Moriarty but sadly he had shot himself in the head four years ago. Now all the killers are sloppy, idiots but something is giving me a feeling this case may be different.

"Sherlock!" John yells snapping me out of my mind.

"What I was thinking." I say with a scowl.

"Were here the body should be just down the way." John says leading me to the yellow police tape.

"Oh great look who's here! What do you want freak." Donovan says in a mocking tone.

"I was called by Lestrade, Donovan. Now shouldn't you be getting back to Anderson?" I say in a cold voice.

"What are you saying Freak?" the sergeant asks defensively.

"Oh nothing it's just that your lips are swollen presumably from kissing and your attire is crinkled. Supporting the fact that you were just kissing someone quite recently and I can see Anderson over there with almost equally wrinkled appearance and he seems flushed." I say as I walk past her with John trailing behind me.

"There you are Sherlock I thought I heard you talking to Donovan." Lestrade says walking up to me.

"Yes. Where is this body?" I ask pulling out my sliding magnifying glass.

"Actually Sherlock I think you should see the note first." Lestrade says.

I look at him and see he's nervous about something. Whatever it is shook him maybe even scared him a little. I just nod to let him know to lead me to the note.

He leads me into a cropping of trees there is a white tent in the middle of the clearing protecting something from the elements. Interesting. Lestrade stops outside of the opening motioning for John and I to enter. Once I do I notice three letters carved into a piece of wood three letters that instantly ignites excitement in my heart.

I.O.U Sherlock I.O.U!

A grin spreads across my lips having the complete opposite reaction as me when he says "No way that is not possible. Someone's playing a sick trick on us right Sherlock. Moriarty is dead he has to be you saw him shoot his own bloody head off!"

"It's him John. I just know it," I say quickly walking out of the tent before loudly saying "Someone take me to the body right now this case just got interesting!"

Lestrade takes me over to the body of a young girl around 14 years old. Her skin is still slightly tanned but not so much as she would if she was born with it "She obviously went out side a lot so probably active a cheerleader maybe," I say. She is wearing a pale pink sundress that showed her thin body and her hair is blond with fractures consistent with being put into a high ponytail often "Definitely Cheerleader." She has bruising on her wrists and ankles consistent with being tied up and she looks like a skeleton that bleeds and bleeds she does from many cuts and bruises all over her body that make it appear that she was beaten and likely fought back. There is a deep gash on her throat which is what killed her and her body is in an unnatural position discarded without a care in the world. This was a sloppy kill Moriarty's losing his touch. Her pinky finger has a dent from holding a phone so probably has alot of friends. Her shoes are new and expensive so is her make up but she does not have any kind of make up on her hands so someone els put it on her but befor she was taken. Probably the mother.

"Sherlock what is your description of the victim again?" I hear Lestrade call over to me.

"She is around 14 years old in highschool. She is a cheerleader and is quite popular with a happy life through and through. Loving parents who spoil her with trinkets that make it easy for her to be confident social and to always have someone with her. The attacker must have jumped her on one of the rare occasions she was alone but she did fight back so she likely did not know Moriarty. She has been held captive for weeks enduring malnourishment and violent beatings but she still fought. She was tied up somewhere not exactly sure where I need to do more thorough tests to be positive. Moriarty eventually got tired of her and killed her by slitting her throat then disposed of the body here not even trying to hide it just tossed it down then bolted." I say as I continue my observation of the body.

Maybe this case won't be so fun.

John's POV

"John can I talk to you for a minute away from Sherlock?" Lestrade asks me holding a thick file in his hands.

I folow him few feet away from the body before asking "So what do you need to ask me Greg?"

"HowdoyoutellSherlockhe'scomlpletlywrongabouteverythinghejustsaid?" He rushes out so fast I can't understand a word he said.

"I'm sorry what?" I ask.

He takes a deep breath before saying at a normal pace "How do you tell Sherlock everything he just said is completely wrong?"

I stare at him for a minute before laughing and saying "I have no bloody clue! But let's just hope that need never arises because I fear if it does Sherlock would go off the deep end for good!"

"John I think you need to read this," Lestrade says holding out the file to me "it's a description of our victim."

I stare at him baffled for a minute before saying "But why would-"

"Just read it." Lestrade cuts me off.

I open up the file and start to read.

Name:Haylee Louise

age: 14

Admittance to the hospital: attempted suicide, Anorexia May 1st, 2016 15:00

Family contact: Orphan

Other contacts: No one

Diagnosis and possible reasons: depression, Bullied in school, no friends or family, constantly alone

Missing persons report filed: May 18th, 2016 10:59 pm.

"Oh bloody hell how do we tell Sherlock?!" I yelled a Greg.

"Tell me what?" Sherlock asks from behind me making in me jump.

"That.... um... Sherlock read this." I say handing him Haylee's file.

"What is this John?" He asks after reading it.

"That is the young girls whose dead body you just saw information." I say as gently as I can.

"The files wrong." Sherlock says bluntly.

"No Sherlock in this case you are the one who is wrong," I say "Your talents did not work. I think that James Moriarty actually figured out how to outsmart Consulting Detective Sherlock Holmes."

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