"He fell from ten stories up."
We all stood around the body, a middle aged man in a trench coat holding a briefcase. There was blood all over the ground. His head was indented where he hit the ground first, his fingers broken and if he tried to save his fall with them. His face was covered in blood, so much that you couldn't identify who he was. Briefcase open from the fall with nothing inside but a bunch of useless, good for nothing papers to any passerby, but for us, there was a grand purpose. We couldn't tell right away if he was pushed or if he fell but we knew that he died from hitting the ground not from anything else. Dozens and thousands of questions are racing through our minds, but to only name a few of them would be pointless since one question leads to another and another and makes an unending train of questions that none of us have the answer to.
I take a stack of papers from his briefcase while Sherlock starts t investigate the man on the ground. Abby and Watson speak with a man who says that he saw the trench coat man fall from the building and crash to the ground in a pool of blood. The papers I noticed and engraved at the top with an official seal that I do not recognize, so I show Sherlock.
"Afghanistan. Probably. Although it is poorly done and it's hard to make it out directly, but off the top of my head I would have to say Afghanistan."
I looked over at Watson, knowing full well that he would know if this was from Afghanistan but I decided against it, mostly because I thought it would upset him if this was the first question about this case that I asked him.
"Hey freak!" I turned and saw Sergeant Sally Donovan. The woman I despised most in all of Scotland. "Oh look, it's freak's girlfriend too. I thought you moved to London?"
"I did, but then I received a lovely email from the Lieutenant asking for my help. So I flew over right away. I do live in London and I would move back here to live full-time, although I don't know iff I would be able to handle seeing you everyday." I looked at her and grinned as a horrific and angry face started back at me.
"What is it Sally?" Sherlock was still crunching on the ground looking over the body with a tiny magnifying class.
"I thought you were supposed to be working on the other case."
"Yes, however Sally as you may know, I am a very busy man and without the right distractions I get very bored in my flat. The other case is on going but we believe that this case has nothing to do with the latter so we have come to the conclusion that this will be easier to wrap up than the first. Therefore, in my spare time I will work on the first case but now I am working on this case. If there is anything that you need to ask about the other one, feel free to ask, i expect that the lab reports have come through?"
"Yes they have."
"Good, Elizabeth would you mind taking those for me please."
I held out my hand for the folder with the information that we were looking forward to for a few days now and with an evil look she viciously place them in my hand, she turned on her heel and walked away.
"That was quite unnecessary." I turned and found Sherlock standing, looking straight at me with his hands behind his back.
"I realize that I may have gone too far. But none of what I said was false."