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No one mentioned the Mentalist yet?
Mae smirked as they left the morgue, and heard Sherlocks question. "why do you want to know?" She asked. She hadn't replied back to John his text.
"Why don't you take painkillers?" Mae asked as they were walking. The crime scene wasn't too far, and it gave her a chance to grab a coffee and a tasty sandwich. Oh god, she was so hungry. She could eat a thousands of sandwiches if she wanted to.
She walked into the nearest coffee shop, and asked for two coffee. And as they waited, Mae looked out of the window. For a few seconds her thoughts wandered off. She didn't mean to nag Sherlock about his health. But if he was in pain, then why didn't he take painkillers? It was almost too pathetic too watch.
"Oh, can I also have one of those sandwiches out of the oven?" She suddenly asked. "Yep, to-go please" they had to wait another few minutes, and Mae paid for the coffee and the sandwich. "Sugar or milk?" She asked. Mae drank her coffee black. She dislikes sugar or milk in her coffee.
The sandwich in the other hand smelled delicious and it filled the whole store. It smelled like pizza, but better. Oh god, she couldn't wait to take a bite from it. But she wasn't planning to sit here, but to take it with her instead.
"Why don't you take painkillers?" Mae asked as they were walking. The crime scene wasn't too far, and it gave her a chance to grab a coffee and a tasty sandwich. Oh god, she was so hungry. She could eat a thousands of sandwiches if she wanted to.
She walked into the nearest coffee shop, and asked for two coffee. And as they waited, Mae looked out of the window. For a few seconds her thoughts wandered off. She didn't mean to nag Sherlock about his health. But if he was in pain, then why didn't he take painkillers? It was almost too pathetic too watch.
"Oh, can I also have one of those sandwiches out of the oven?" She suddenly asked. "Yep, to-go please" they had to wait another few minutes, and Mae paid for the coffee and the sandwich. "Sugar or milk?" She asked. Mae drank her coffee black. She dislikes sugar or milk in her coffee.
The sandwich in the other hand smelled delicious and it filled the whole store. It smelled like pizza, but better. Oh god, she couldn't wait to take a bite from it. But she wasn't planning to sit here, but to take it with her instead.
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"Alright!" Mae spoke. "Want to grab some coffee on the way?" She asked. It wasn't food, but it was better than nothing, and maybe the caffeine would be good for him. "I'll pay" tho, she was more of a tea person.
She waited until Sherlock was done reading and responding to his text.
"How's John doing?" She asked friendly. Just being interested in him and John. They had been on cases together for such a long time. She understood that Holmes rather had John than her. But Lestrade and John had both warned her. Mae thought it wouldn't be so bad and had waved those warnings away.
Mae looked at her watch. It was already 2pm. Time went by so fast while they were busy. She felt her stomach grumbling. She hadn't eaten since this morning, and she was getting pretty hungry. And hunger made her moody. How could Sherlock survive being hungry?
Then she suddenly felt her cellphone vibrating in her pocket. It was a text message from John. A small smile curled her lips as she was reading it:
Is he being nice to you? - JW
She closed her phone, what did John really think? Of course he wasn't. So Mae didn't bother to reply back to Johns text message.
She waited until Sherlock was done reading and responding to his text.
"How's John doing?" She asked friendly. Just being interested in him and John. They had been on cases together for such a long time. She understood that Holmes rather had John than her. But Lestrade and John had both warned her. Mae thought it wouldn't be so bad and had waved those warnings away.
Mae looked at her watch. It was already 2pm. Time went by so fast while they were busy. She felt her stomach grumbling. She hadn't eaten since this morning, and she was getting pretty hungry. And hunger made her moody. How could Sherlock survive being hungry?
Then she suddenly felt her cellphone vibrating in her pocket. It was a text message from John. A small smile curled her lips as she was reading it:
Is he being nice to you? - JW
She closed her phone, what did John really think? Of course he wasn't. So Mae didn't bother to reply back to Johns text message.
Right now I'm in 3.
"Then they must have been some serious jerks if she killed them and to hang them in public" Mae said with a smirk. But if the killer was a woman... Women could be so angry for no real reason, or over something silly. Mae could never kill someone. It was simply not in her nature.
"But I don't read anything in the files about possible poison" Mae said. "Wouldn't that leave trails in the blood?" She guessed. With a confused look she watched Sherlock. She didn't know that much about poisons, so hopefully Sherlock did.
Mae looked at the bodies, and laid the files back on the table. She didn't expect Sherlock to need them. "You want to talk to their ex girlfriends?" Mae asked. "Or anyone they had contact with before they died?" Her eyes looked around the room, back at Philip who was busy doing some work, but so now and then be was looking up at them, at Mae. She wasn't stupid, she had noticed that. An annoyed sigh escaped her lips.
"Or watch the crime scene?" Maybe there was something that they had missed. Or perhaps he wanted to split up. But Mae didn't trust it just yet. He looked pale, probably needed food, and maybe he was in pain too. No way she was going to leave him alone. She had promised John to look after him too. She didn't want to break a promise.
"But I don't read anything in the files about possible poison" Mae said. "Wouldn't that leave trails in the blood?" She guessed. With a confused look she watched Sherlock. She didn't know that much about poisons, so hopefully Sherlock did.
Mae looked at the bodies, and laid the files back on the table. She didn't expect Sherlock to need them. "You want to talk to their ex girlfriends?" Mae asked. "Or anyone they had contact with before they died?" Her eyes looked around the room, back at Philip who was busy doing some work, but so now and then be was looking up at them, at Mae. She wasn't stupid, she had noticed that. An annoyed sigh escaped her lips.
"Or watch the crime scene?" Maybe there was something that they had missed. Or perhaps he wanted to split up. But Mae didn't trust it just yet. He looked pale, probably needed food, and maybe he was in pain too. No way she was going to leave him alone. She had promised John to look after him too. She didn't want to break a promise.
Mae:
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"I'm more uncomfortable around exes" Mae said with a smirk. Ignoring the Philip who was looking at her. Mae had dumped him, he found dead bodies more interesting than her, and that was the end of it. While he really was a nice guy. But there was no future between those two.
"I just gave a big imagination, or a big fantasy. How ever you want to call it" she laughed a little. Looking at the corpses that were still covered by a blanket. "Perhaps I watched too many movies" she shrugged. "I'll survive. Maybe I'll get over it one day" she smiled and looked at the faces of the death man. Their eyes were closed -- and they better stayed close too.
When Mae noticed he was examining the bodies. She stayed quiet. Maybe he found it better that she kept her mouth shut while his brains were working hard. She opened her mouth to say something, but then her mouth closed again. Maybe it was better to say nothing.
She quietly and carefully looked over the bodies. Examining the bodies, and in her other hand the files over the body that had all the information in them from the autopsy. At first sight there didn't seem anything out of the ordinary. So she slowly walked passed the corpse, one by one for a few times.
"This one is missing a ring, but there is no ring. Nor in his files" she pointed at the ring finger of one of the victims. Why would this guy take his ring off, or why was it taken off? Could it be a woman? A theory popped up in her head, but she kept quiet.
Mae had rubber gloves on her hands, touching some of the victims as she had a closer look.
"Sherlock...." Her eyes looked up to him. Expecting him to shush at her. "I hate to disturb you but..." She swallowed. "It looks like something is stuck in this wound. Something small" she said. Giving him an opportunity to find it, so she didn't had to go around picking in a wound.
"The other one... I'm not sure if he died by his wounds or what the killer did to him" she said quietly. Closing the flies that she had in her hand. "His wounds aren't that heavy as this guy. "He's already pretty old -- 57, he could have died by a heart attack because the wounds and the pain got him too much?" She moved her shoulders up and down. Something seemed off. "Just a suggestion" she added quickly.
"What do you think?" She asked quickly.
"I just gave a big imagination, or a big fantasy. How ever you want to call it" she laughed a little. Looking at the corpses that were still covered by a blanket. "Perhaps I watched too many movies" she shrugged. "I'll survive. Maybe I'll get over it one day" she smiled and looked at the faces of the death man. Their eyes were closed -- and they better stayed close too.
When Mae noticed he was examining the bodies. She stayed quiet. Maybe he found it better that she kept her mouth shut while his brains were working hard. She opened her mouth to say something, but then her mouth closed again. Maybe it was better to say nothing.
She quietly and carefully looked over the bodies. Examining the bodies, and in her other hand the files over the body that had all the information in them from the autopsy. At first sight there didn't seem anything out of the ordinary. So she slowly walked passed the corpse, one by one for a few times.
"This one is missing a ring, but there is no ring. Nor in his files" she pointed at the ring finger of one of the victims. Why would this guy take his ring off, or why was it taken off? Could it be a woman? A theory popped up in her head, but she kept quiet.
Mae had rubber gloves on her hands, touching some of the victims as she had a closer look.
"Sherlock...." Her eyes looked up to him. Expecting him to shush at her. "I hate to disturb you but..." She swallowed. "It looks like something is stuck in this wound. Something small" she said. Giving him an opportunity to find it, so she didn't had to go around picking in a wound.
"The other one... I'm not sure if he died by his wounds or what the killer did to him" she said quietly. Closing the flies that she had in her hand. "His wounds aren't that heavy as this guy. "He's already pretty old -- 57, he could have died by a heart attack because the wounds and the pain got him too much?" She moved her shoulders up and down. Something seemed off. "Just a suggestion" she added quickly.
"What do you think?" She asked quickly.
"Right. If you collapse from the hunger. I'll call John" Mae said. She couldn't convince him that she wasn't going to take over a case. But hopefully he would eat anytime soon. The female detective looked at the watch around her wrist. It was big, perhaps too big for her. It was obviously a male watch that was worn by someone else first. It was almost 11 am. This was going to be a long day...
"Then at least pretend you like it, and I won't stand in your way" Mae added as they made their way to the morgue. Dead bodies. She hated dead bodies! She somehow always expected them to open their eyes and come back alive as a zombie.
Mae brushed some hair out if her face, following Sherlock as they made their way into the morgue.
"Hi Philip" Mae said towards the guy in the morgue. He was a tall, blond handsome guy. But the way Mae spoke, the distance between the two. It was obvious they had a history together. But Mae tried her best to behave normal. They were all adults after all.
Philip nodded back. "Hi" he looked at Holmes. "Morning sir" He spoke friendlier towards him. "You're here for the two male bodies, yes?" He asked. Pointing at the two bodies on the table. He had already prepared them. "Knock yourself out" he said towards Mae and Holmes.
"Then at least pretend you like it, and I won't stand in your way" Mae added as they made their way to the morgue. Dead bodies. She hated dead bodies! She somehow always expected them to open their eyes and come back alive as a zombie.
Mae brushed some hair out if her face, following Sherlock as they made their way into the morgue.
"Hi Philip" Mae said towards the guy in the morgue. He was a tall, blond handsome guy. But the way Mae spoke, the distance between the two. It was obvious they had a history together. But Mae tried her best to behave normal. They were all adults after all.
Philip nodded back. "Hi" he looked at Holmes. "Morning sir" He spoke friendlier towards him. "You're here for the two male bodies, yes?" He asked. Pointing at the two bodies on the table. He had already prepared them. "Knock yourself out" he said towards Mae and Holmes.
Mae would never take over a case. She wasn't good enough, let alone smart enough. Holmes didn't had to worry about that. But she wasn't John either. It was going to be difficult to work with Sherlock. It was going to be a challenge, and hopefully she could handle it. The woman sighed, pulling her hand back that Sherlock didn't shake. Was he trying to read her? She looked at Lestrade who only shrugged a little.
"Right, the case" Lestrade gave him a map with some information in it. Mae on the other side didn't bother to look into it. She already had.
"Two people have been murdered the same way, in one week" Lestrade spoke. They were expecting more murders, but the few clues they had it didn't lead them anywhere. "They are hanged on a tree in public. But they have been murdered before that" Lestrade said. "Both were men, somewhere between thirty and forty" he continued. "We got a letter that there is going to be another one" he spoke. The letter was in a map. It was a letter written with a typewriter. "The bodies are in the morgue if you want to see them"
Mae had listened to Lestrade and watched Sherlock. He didn't look that good, so big chance he wasn't feeling good either. She wasn't sure whether to offer him some breakfast or not.
She held the door open en smiled at Lestrade. "Let's go" Mae said. "First stop, the morgue?" She guessed at Sherlock. Maybe he wanted to see the bodies first. "Or do you need breakfast first?" She gave him a friendly smile, her eyes looking up to him. She meant no harm, that was obvious.
"Just so you know. I'm not going to take over your cases. Or trying to be a second John" Mae spoke. "Nor aren't you going to get rid of me so easily. So just suck it up, yea?" She finished her sentence. Awaiting a response from Sherlock.
"Right, the case" Lestrade gave him a map with some information in it. Mae on the other side didn't bother to look into it. She already had.
"Two people have been murdered the same way, in one week" Lestrade spoke. They were expecting more murders, but the few clues they had it didn't lead them anywhere. "They are hanged on a tree in public. But they have been murdered before that" Lestrade said. "Both were men, somewhere between thirty and forty" he continued. "We got a letter that there is going to be another one" he spoke. The letter was in a map. It was a letter written with a typewriter. "The bodies are in the morgue if you want to see them"
Mae had listened to Lestrade and watched Sherlock. He didn't look that good, so big chance he wasn't feeling good either. She wasn't sure whether to offer him some breakfast or not.
She held the door open en smiled at Lestrade. "Let's go" Mae said. "First stop, the morgue?" She guessed at Sherlock. Maybe he wanted to see the bodies first. "Or do you need breakfast first?" She gave him a friendly smile, her eyes looking up to him. She meant no harm, that was obvious.
"Just so you know. I'm not going to take over your cases. Or trying to be a second John" Mae spoke. "Nor aren't you going to get rid of me so easily. So just suck it up, yea?" She finished her sentence. Awaiting a response from Sherlock.
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