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The Lying Detective: Chapter 4

"Four years." Saheed answered, his eyes shifting around the room. His body language was screaming anger, but he didn't want to speak out in fear of losing his job.

This had to be against some law, Smith using fear tactics to take charge of people that weren't even his employees. Sure, he helped build a wing of the hospital, but there was no way he could be in charge of all the workers.

"Four years. Well, that's a long time, isn't it? Four years." Smith looked at him seriously. Saheed held his eye contact for a moment, before looking back to the other three people in the room. They all looked just as nervous as they stopped their work to watch Smith.

"Okay, everyone." Saheed started cleaning up, pulling the sheet over the body on the exam table and sitting his clipboard and pen aside. You turned to Sherlock and John, seeing they were clearly upset but weren't going to say anything about it. "Five minutes?" Saheed looked to Smith, not really treating it as a question.

"Wait a second... Saheed, do you run this lab?" You questioned, holding a hand out towards him, stepping slightly in front of Smith as you looked up at Saheed. He blinked at you, like no one had ever stood up for him before. It was about time someone did.

"Well, yes, I oversee everything that happens here, conduct the autopsies... " He told you whilst nervously eyeing Smith. You nodded promptly, before turning back to Smith.

"What authority do you have to kick these people out of their own lab? They're just trying to do their jobs and you're threatening them because, what? You want to see 'your favorite room'? It's sick." You felt your face start to heat up in anger as you glared at Smith.

"Y/n, it's okay..." Sherlock whispered from behind you.

"No! It's not okay! People don't deserve to be treated this way and ruled by fear! I won't let him go on his merry way without anyone ever standing up to him." You told Sherlock, although your eyes didn't leave Smith's face. He just smiled stupidly at you. You breathed heavily as you glared daggers at him, if looks could kill, Smith would already be dead.

"Y/n." Sherlock placed a light hand on your wrist and you turned to look up at him. 'We'll get him for this...for everything, just wait' his look told you. You knew he was right, but you still wanted to punch Smith's face in and stand up to him for being such a bloody psychopath.

"Come back in ten." Smith looked past you towards Saheed, ignoring everything you had just said. Saheed nodded, turning towards the door along with his colleagues. You watched as they walked past you and you wanted to say more, but you knew you'd only make everything worse if you kept yelling at Smith. He'll get what he deserves, you thought in order to calm yourself down.

"Saheed. This time, knock." Smith told him as he walked through the door. You scoffed, watching as the doors closed behind all the employees.

Once they were all gone, Smith turned back to you and Sherlock with a grin. "To answer your question, Y/n, I can go anywhere I like. Anywhere at all." He pulled a large ring of keys from his pocket, swinging them back and forth as he grinned at you. You eyed them in anger, he wasn't going to get away with all this.

"They gave you keys?" John looked at him in complete shock. You couldn't believe it either, but the guy had a scary power that no man should ever have. It would drive anyone mad, but Smith already was... so that only made things worse.

"They presented 'em to me. There was a ceremony. You can watch that on YouTube. Home Secretary was there." Smith boasted, tucking the keys back into his pocket. You stepped away from him, back towards John by the door. You didn't want to be anywhere near the man.

Sherlock paced to the other side of the room, scanning the equipment on the countertops and the metal compartments that housed bodies. "So, your favourite room: the mortuary." Sherlock stated, pulling one of the metal doors open, it was empty.