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The Lying Detective: Chapter 4

Smith just smiled at Sherlock's words, chuckling softly. "Come along." Smith gestured you all out the door that he was holding open and Sherlock looked at you a moment, before you both walked through the door. His look clearly communicated his frustration with the man, you couldn't wait for it to all be over.

You noticed that John hadn't yet emerged from the room after Smith and Sherlock began to walk away and you stopped, pushing the door open to see him thoughtfully scanning the room, a frown on his face. "You okay?" You questioned, leaning through the open door. He took a deep breath, not meeting your eyes as he walked past you out of the room.

"Yeah." He said blankly as he hurried to catch up with Sherlock and Smith. You watched him go before you turned back into the room, wondering what had been bothering him. You shook your head, not thinking about it too much so you wouldn't be left behind. You went as fast as your body could take you to catch up with the group.

You caught up with them all just as Smith reached forward to press the down button on an elevator. The doors opened right away and you all stepped in. You were happy to get there the rest of the way without Smith saying another horrible or creepy thing, but the man couldn't resist. Just as the elevator doors opened, he opened his mouth again.

"Speaking of serial killers, you know who's my favourite?"

"Other than yourself?" Sherlock asked.

Smith chuckled at that, not commenting on it, but continuing with what he was saying before. "H. H. Holmes. Relative of yours?" He turned back towards Sherlock as he led you all out of the elevator and into another hall.

"Not as far as I know." Sherlock told him.

"You should check. What an idiot." Smith muttered.

"Interestingly enough, there are rumors that H. H. Holmes was in London for a brief time and some say that he was even Jack the Ripper. Sketches of Jack the Ripper and-" You stopped talking as Sherlock shot you a look. You weren't helping the situation by contributing to the possibility there could be a relation between them. You knew there most likely wasn't, but still found H. H. Holmes' case to be very interesting.

"I like her." Smith grinned at you and you shuttered under his gaze. Smith turned after getting a glare from Sherlock and pushed through double doors into another room. "Everyone out." He demanded. You stopped next to Sherlock and John, seeing that the room Smith had brought you to was a morgue.

There were only four people in the room, but all of them looked pretty busy at work. The man closest to you was wearing scrubs, and was gowned up, standing over a body lying on one of the exam tables with a clipboard and a pen. A woman, also dressed in scrubs, looked to be collecting equipment before Smith had barged in. There were also two other men in the back of the room, leaning over files of some sort.

"Mr Smith, we're actually in the middle of something." The man closest to you kindly told Smith as he gestured towards the body on the table. It looked to be an older woman, but you couldn't tell from far away and she was mostly covered with a white sheet.

"Saheed, isn't it?" Smith looked at the man with narrowed eyes. Here he went with another stupid show down of who ran what and who could get who fired. He wouldn't take this man's job if you had a say in it, but unfortunately you didn't. That wouldn't stop you from speaking your mind, however.

"Saheed, yes." Saheed nodded, looking increasingly nervous under Smith's cold stare. You assumed Smith had gotten a lot of people fired for not letting him do whatever he wanted to do.

"How long have you been working here now?" Smith spoke his famous line that got your blood boiling, you couldn't just stand here and watch Smith control people like this. It was disgusting.