Kat Got Your Tongue? (Sherlock X OC) ~BOOK 1~

Chapter 52

"No." The curly haired detective replies shortly.

"Very popular," Lestrade says almost sadly. "She was going places."

Kat laughs dryly and without humor. "Not any more." She says what she thought was quietly but everyone heard her. "Wow sorry, that sounded super cynical." Sherlock's shoulders shake with quiet laughter.

"So, dead two days. According to one of her staff, Raoul de Santos, she cut her hand on a rusty nail in the garden. Nasty wound. Tetanus bacteria enters the bloodstream," Sherlock bends down to observe the cut on her hand. "Good night, Vienna." Sherlock finishes with the same dead-pan humor that Kat had.

"I s'pose." John nods slowly agreeing.

Sherlock bends down and gives a closer look to her dead body, scrutinizing it. "Something's wrong with this picture."

"Eh?" Lestrade looks over to Sherlock confused.

"Can't be as simple as it seems, otherwise the bomber wouldn't be directing us towards it. Something's wrong."

"Yeah, it's too simple." Kat agrees and steps back and Sherlock get's to work. He bends down closer to the body again and looks at the cut on her hand and follows her blood veins all the way up her arm. He notices small puncture wounds likely caused by Botox injections, so he passes right over them.

"John?"

"Mm."

"Cut on her hand, it's deep." Sherlock points out. "Would have bled a lot, right?"

"Yeah." John nods his head in agreement as he looks at the cut a little more.

"But the wound's clean. Very clean, and fresh. How long would the bacteria have been incubating inside her?" Sherlock asks John.

"Ooh, eight, ten days." John gives a good guess.

"The cut was made later." Sherlock realizes.

"After she was dead?"

"Must have been."

"Well then the only question is, how did the tetanus enter the dead woman's system?" Kat wonders out loud.

Sherlock suddenly turns to the good doctor. "John, you want to help, right?"

"Of course."

"Connie Prince's background; family history, everything, give me data."

"Right." And with that John heads out the door on a mission to learn everything he can about Connie Prince.

Lestrade suddenly decides to speak up. "There's something else that we haven't thought of."

"Is there?" Sherlock battles.

The grey-haired detective rolls his eyes. "Yes. Why is he doing this, the bomber? If this woman's death was suspicious, why point it up?"

"Good Samaritan." Sherlock shrugs his shoulders.

"Who press-gangs suicide bombers?" Lestrade dead-pans.

"Bad Samaritan." Kat corrects with a small smile which slowly melts off her face when Lestrade speaks up again.

"I'm, I'm serious, guys. Listen, I'm cutting you slack here, I'm trusting you, but out there somewhere, some poor bastard's covered in Semtex and he's just waiting for you to solve the puzzle, so just tell me; what are we dealing with?"

Sherlock gives a slow side smile. "Something new."

~~~

Back in 221B, Sherlock was wondering around the apartment looking at all of these newspaper clippings, photographs, maps, and any other pieces of information that he had gathered throughout all of these cases and put up around the walls of the apartments. Kat was helping him but was taking a break to make some tea.

"Connection, connection, connection. There must be a connection." Sherlock mutters his hands waving around as he thinks. "Carl Powers, killed 20 years ago. The bomber knew him, admitted that he knew him. The bomber's iPhone was in the stationery from the Czech Republic. The first hostage from Cornwall, the second from London, the third from Yorkshire, judging by her accent. What's he doing? Working his way round the world, showing off?" He takes a breath and comes at it from a different angle. "Definitely showing off which is evident from the text messages that he keeps sending to Miss Moore. But why is he texting her about this case at all. Why is he helping her, us, solve this case at all. What's the motive-"

Suddenly, the pink phone rings interrupting his thoughts.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Joining the dots." The old women voice on the phone speaks frailly. "Three hours. Boom, boom."

~~~

Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade join Sherlock and Kat in the living room of their apartment. Sherlock was on the phone and Kat was still looking at their "murder board" while Mrs. Hudson and Detective Inspector Lestrade stare at the tv which Sherlock changed to a channel that was playing re-runs of Connie Prince.

"It's a real shame. I liked her. She taught you how to do your colours." Mrs. Hudson explains with a sweet smile.

Lestrade looks over to her confused. "Colours?"

"You know, what goes best with what. I should never wear cerise, apparently. Drains me."

Suddenly Sherlock hangs up the phone quite pleased, but he doesn't make a move to explain much.

"Who's that?" Kat asks lightly trying to get him to explain.

"Home Office." Sherlock replies.

Kat smiles a little confused. "Home Office?"

"Well, Home Secretary, actually. Owes me a favour." The curly haired detective explains and shows her the text message they sent him. Kat chuckles lightly and shakes her head impressed.

"You are a sneaky bastard, you know that right?" She jokes with a smile and he just shrugs innocently.

"She was a pretty girl, but she messed about with herself too much. They all do these days. People can hardly move their faces. It's silly, isn't it?" Mrs. Hudson points out and Kat smiles. Little does she know just how right she is. "Did you ever see her show?"

"Not until now." Sherlock answers honestly and he reaches back to grab his computer which he opens to a video of Connie.

"You look pasty, love." The Connie on the screen says to a man who she closely resembles.

"Ah, rained every day but one." The man tells her.

"That's the brother." Mrs. Hudson explains to the two detectives. "No love lost there, if you can believe the papers."

"So I gather. Kat and I have just been having a very fruitful chat with people who love this show." Sherlock tells her.

"The fan site's truly indispensable for gossip." Kat gives a sneaky smile and turns to the screen where Connie Prince is chanting and beating her brother until he takes his shirt off.

~~~

After a while of more searching, Sherlock gets a call from John on the phone.

"John." Sherlock answers the phone and puts it on speaker.

"Hi. Look, get over here quickly." John says quiet and rushed. "I think I'm onto something. You'll need to pick up some stuff first. Have you got a pen?"

Sherlock rolls his eyes and Kat laughs. "I'll remember."

Kat and Sherlock were about to leave when suddenly Kat receives another text.

"Sherlock." Kat says in a warning voice as she stops in her tracks and shows him the message. "You were right."

'This case is giving me a feeling of déjà vu, don't you think Kitty Kat? Not all problems require an innovative solution. Keep up the good work my pet, XOXO'

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