Emma was talking to a couple about a beautiful bouquet for the actual wedding, and one more colourful for their reception. The couple seemed to love her ideas, but everyone did. That's why she was great at her job, she read you like a book and picked a flower that matched your true inspirations. Or she just threw in some confusing words that they wouldn't know and if they didn't ask what it meant, like all people did, she got more smiles and nods. She would be great as a CEO of a major company.

She was interrupted, though, when Sherlock ran in, screaming her name.

"Emma! Emma! Emma! Emma!" He sounded like a broken heavy metal record that was stuck on replay.

"Sherlock", she smiled kindly because there were customers around. "I'm quite busy. I did tell you, it's wedding season."

"Yes! Yes, I know! But this can't wait."

He thrust a piece of paper into her hands.

"I'm sorry", she said to the couple. "Just come back tomorrow and we will finalize everything."

The couple left, looking absolutely pissed that this psychotic genius stopped their wedding planning. At least, the girl did. The man actually seemed quite happy that he could go home. There was probably a game on, or something.

"Sherlock, what is this?"

"It's comments from the teachers, back when they actually could write them. You can see one thing, they were all... not troubled, but troubling. They were mean, rude, narcissistic. All the teachers hated them."

Emma studied the comments from the teachers. Some of them were implying that maybe their kids should be expelled or, at worst, put in a detention centre. Get them to be better children.

"And this", Sherlock thrust another piece of paper in her hand. "This is what the families did."

Emma looked at the blank sheet of paper, "They did absolutely nothing."

"Exactly, to them, their children were, well, not necessarily perfect, but good enough."

"So who are you saying did this?" Emma asked.

"Well, if they're as bad as the teachers say they are, it could've been one of their teachers. Just, it didn't say anything about them being strange."

"Well maybe their parents did do something", Emma suggested. "It just wasn't the right thing to do, or they got it wiped. Keep researching, Sherlock. You got this."

"Come on, Emma. I know it's wedding seasoning, but---"

"Sherlock I can't", she bluntly stated. "I have to work and so do you."

"But you don't---"

"Sherlock, please?"

Sherlock left, completely and utterly confused. He saw her schedule on the counter. She wasn't busy till tomorrow.

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Sherlock was in St. Bart's looking over a body with Molly.

"They were all killed like this", Molly pointed out. "Fourteen stabs to the back."

Sherlock didn't need to write this down, he would remember.

"Do you think someone is getting revenge?" Molly asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, fourteen is a specific number. I remember when I was fourteen. The girls were always so mean to me. But that's when everyone changed, around age fourteen. So if someone was treated badly when they were fourteen, then they would be likely to kill their bullies with fourteen stabs to all of them. Or, they were once friends, but they left that one person out. Stabbed all of their betrayers in the back to say how they were stabbed in the back emotionally."

"Molly, I didn't think you would know that much into this", Sherlock said, shocked.

"Like I said, Sherlock, the girls were always so mean to me."

As soon as Molly said the word 'me', Sherlock's phone went off.

'I'll send you the address in a second, I'm only on my way there now.
Another murder.
-Lestrade'

"Would you like to come along?" Sherlock asked Molly.

"Sure."

Molly and Sherlock almost ran out of St. Bart's. This new murder would get them somewhere, and the thought of that was just so exciting!

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Sherlock looked around the room while Molly wrote down everything he said.

"The victim was dragged into this room against their will."

Molly scribbled in her notebook.

"They tried to get away."

Molly looked at the trail of blood on the ground.

"But they couldn't. They were in immense pain, and they didn't know why."

Molly kept writing in her notebook, until she decided to look at something.

She used her foot and carefully turned the body over, showcasing the stab wounds. "This just doesn't make sense", she whispered.

"What?" Lestrade finally spoke up. He was also writing things down in his notebook.

"This person only has five stabs. They're near the shoulders. As if the murderer was trying to pin them down to torture them until they died from blood loss", Sherlock exclaimed, carefully examining the body.

"So was it the same person that did the other murders?" Molly asked, still holding the limp body with her foot.

That's when something grabbed her attention. Something in the victims mouth that she could just barely see.

"Uhh... Sherlock?"

He looked up. "Yes?" That was when he followed Molly's gaze to see that something was indeed in the victims mouth.

He walked around the body to get to the front of the body and crouched in front of it. Like sliding a fortune out of a fortune cookie, he slid the pink sticky note out from the victims mouth.

He read it out loud after Lestrade asked what it said.

" 'The answer to your question Molly, is something I can not say. But, here's another question. Why did you ask?' "

Molly decided to answer. "I asked because it was different."

Sherlock looked at the trail of blood. "I was wrong", he told the two note takers. "The victim tried to get away, but that was before the stabbing. Otherwise they would have gone to the closest phone or the door. Not their bedroom."

He got up from his crouching position and followed the trail of blood into the bedroom.

He went inside to see a line of sticky notes across the wall, numbered from 1 to 10. He quickly stopped Molly from coming in.

"Molly, I'm going to ask you some questions and you have to answer them like you did the past sticky note."

"Okay."

1. " 'What was so different?' "

"Well", Molly answered. "Before it was fourteen stab wounds, but now there is only five."

2. " 'What else?' "

"The victim was stabbed on the shoulders, not necessarily on the back."

3. " 'Why?' "

"I don't know why."

4. " 'Yes you do. Come on, just try.' "

"This person didn't hurt the murderer in the same way."

5. " 'So why was this person killed?' "

"I don't know."

6. " 'Why not anyone else?' "

"I don't know."

7. " 'Why not?' "

"Because I'm not the murderer. I don't know the motive."

8. " 'But weren't you bullied as well?' "

"Well yes, but--"

9. " 'Why didn't you do anything to your bullies?' "

"I forgave them. Or, at least, moved on."

10. " 'What a shame. I could never do that. Could you--" Sherlock cut himself off.

How did this person know so much?
What they were going to say. What Molly was going to answer. Who would be reading this.

He knew he had to finish the sticky note. Just read what it was out loud. It wouldn't make a difference out loud or in his head, so why not?

" 'Could you, my dear reader, Sherlock?' "