Fill - Double Dose, Part 3blindor1306February 17 2011, 22:05:02 UTC
The scene was one of the worst John had seen since meeting Sherlock. A dark-haired man was lying face-up on the bed, his chest cut open, blood soaking the sheets underneath him. The smell of blood instantly brought up images of hot medical tents in John's mind, soldiers bleeding beneath his hands.
Rory let out a groan as soon as he entered the room. “Fucking hell, Sherlock.” He groaned. “You could have warned me.”
“About what?” Sherlock asked, pausing in his examination of the body to look at his brother.
“About what?” Rory cried with a horrified look on his face. “There's a bloody mutilated corpse on the bed! Christ, were you always this disgusting?”
“Has been as long as I've known him.” Lestrade said, appearing with Anderson in the doorway behind Rory and stepping around him. “Sorry, who are - oh bloody hell.”
“Rory, this is Detective Inspector Lestrade.” Sherlock said as he pulled a pair of latex gloves onto his hands. “Lestrade, my brother Rory.”
“He's -“
“If you state the obvious, Lestrade, I will lose my patience entirely.” Sherlock interrupted. He looked up at Lestrade, and gave a huff of irritation when he spotted Anderson behind him. “Did you have to bring him with you? His stupidity could infect my poor brother.”
“You're turning crime scenes into family outings now?” Anderson commented with a look of disgust. “He's not a psychopath as well, is he?”
“Hey!” Rory spoke up, looking angry again. “Less of the -“
“I said leave it, Rory!” Sherlock snapped. “Now all of you be quiet. Don't talk to me. Anderson, don't talk at all.”
Sherlock started examining the body, peering closely at the gaping wound in the man's torso. Rory nudged John gently and nodded his head towards the door.
“What's up?” John asked once they were outside the room and Rory had closed the door.
“They call him Freak.” Rory commented, looking irritated.
“Yeah.” John sighed. “Have done the whole time I've known him. That's just Sally's name for him.”
“It bothers him.” Rory said simply.
“What?” John asked. “I don't think -“
“Believe me, I know my brother.” Rory told him. “He looked at the floor when she called him Freak, and again when he called him a psychopath. It bothered him.”
John felt a coil of shame twisting in his stomach. “I didn't think anything really bothered Sherlock.” He said quietly.
“It's hard to tell with him.” Rory told him. “I only notice because I know him so well. I was there at school with him, and at home. I'd see him pull that face every day. All he ever heard at school was 'Freak' and 'Psycho' and 'Monster'. Hell, even Edwin got that face out of him sometimes.”
“God, I had no idea.” John sighed, staring at the ceiling.
The door to the room suddenly opened, and Sherlock appeared, his eyes darting between John and Rory for a moment, before he beckoned John into the room with a brief “Need you to look at the body.”
“What was that about?” Sherlock asked, watching as John examined the victim's open torso.
“Hmm?” John asked, glancing up at Sherlock and then over at Rory by the door. “Oh, he was asking about the things Donovan and Anderson call you.”
Sherlock huffed in irritation. “Typical.” He said. “He's got more morals than you have. I don't want any concern, thank you.”
“Doesn't mean you don't need it.” John commented, pulling back the victim's eyelids one at a time before standing up straight. “He was suffocated.” He said as he peeled off his latex gloves. “Chest was opened up after death, probably immediately or there wouldn't be as much blood, and the heart, lungs, kidneys and liver have all been removed.”
“Exactly.” Sherlock said, before turning to Lestrade. “The incision is perfectly neat, made with surgical precision, so you're looking for somebody with medical training. Either a doctor or a vet. Check all hotel staff to see if any of them have been or are currently at medical or veterinary school.”
“How do you know it's staff?” Lestrade asked, taking notes. “Could have been someone in the room with him.”
Rory let out a groan as soon as he entered the room. “Fucking hell, Sherlock.” He groaned. “You could have warned me.”
“About what?” Sherlock asked, pausing in his examination of the body to look at his brother.
“About what?” Rory cried with a horrified look on his face. “There's a bloody mutilated corpse on the bed! Christ, were you always this disgusting?”
“Has been as long as I've known him.” Lestrade said, appearing with Anderson in the doorway behind Rory and stepping around him. “Sorry, who are - oh bloody hell.”
“Rory, this is Detective Inspector Lestrade.” Sherlock said as he pulled a pair of latex gloves onto his hands. “Lestrade, my brother Rory.”
“He's -“
“If you state the obvious, Lestrade, I will lose my patience entirely.” Sherlock interrupted. He looked up at Lestrade, and gave a huff of irritation when he spotted Anderson behind him. “Did you have to bring him with you? His stupidity could infect my poor brother.”
“You're turning crime scenes into family outings now?” Anderson commented with a look of disgust. “He's not a psychopath as well, is he?”
“Hey!” Rory spoke up, looking angry again. “Less of the -“
“I said leave it, Rory!” Sherlock snapped. “Now all of you be quiet. Don't talk to me. Anderson, don't talk at all.”
Sherlock started examining the body, peering closely at the gaping wound in the man's torso. Rory nudged John gently and nodded his head towards the door.
“What's up?” John asked once they were outside the room and Rory had closed the door.
“They call him Freak.” Rory commented, looking irritated.
“Yeah.” John sighed. “Have done the whole time I've known him. That's just Sally's name for him.”
“It bothers him.” Rory said simply.
“What?” John asked. “I don't think -“
“Believe me, I know my brother.” Rory told him. “He looked at the floor when she called him Freak, and again when he called him a psychopath. It bothered him.”
John felt a coil of shame twisting in his stomach. “I didn't think anything really bothered Sherlock.” He said quietly.
“It's hard to tell with him.” Rory told him. “I only notice because I know him so well. I was there at school with him, and at home. I'd see him pull that face every day. All he ever heard at school was 'Freak' and 'Psycho' and 'Monster'. Hell, even Edwin got that face out of him sometimes.”
“God, I had no idea.” John sighed, staring at the ceiling.
The door to the room suddenly opened, and Sherlock appeared, his eyes darting between John and Rory for a moment, before he beckoned John into the room with a brief “Need you to look at the body.”
“What was that about?” Sherlock asked, watching as John examined the victim's open torso.
“Hmm?” John asked, glancing up at Sherlock and then over at Rory by the door. “Oh, he was asking about the things Donovan and Anderson call you.”
Sherlock huffed in irritation. “Typical.” He said. “He's got more morals than you have. I don't want any concern, thank you.”
“Doesn't mean you don't need it.” John commented, pulling back the victim's eyelids one at a time before standing up straight. “He was suffocated.” He said as he peeled off his latex gloves. “Chest was opened up after death, probably immediately or there wouldn't be as much blood, and the heart, lungs, kidneys and liver have all been removed.”
“Exactly.” Sherlock said, before turning to Lestrade. “The incision is perfectly neat, made with surgical precision, so you're looking for somebody with medical training. Either a doctor or a vet. Check all hotel staff to see if any of them have been or are currently at medical or veterinary school.”
“How do you know it's staff?” Lestrade asked, taking notes. “Could have been someone in the room with him.”
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