Fall of the Hierarchy

Euphora's Morgue

  "Sir, if you won't leave the grounds this instant, I'm afraid I'll have to throw you out" the security man pushed back a taller guy than him. The guard has tan skin and a few white hairs sticking out. It was 8:30 in the morning and this duo just decided to visit the school for their so-called investigation. The security man was not having any of it. Nope, not until he gets his daily dose of donuts and coffee.

"No, we're from the police. We are here to interrogate a witness" the taller man hissed while gritting his teeth, "Let. Us. In."

"Sherlock--" John's hand fell on his shoulder "Sherlock, maybe we should just leave"

"NO!" Sherlock's voice raised before turning again to the security guard with a much more intense glare "You will let us in whether you like it or not" he pushed the old man, intimidating him "A murderer is on the run for god's sake! Let us in!"

"Sir, this is your last chance" the security man said with a firm tone. "Leave, sir". Sherlock distanced himself from the man and observed him.

"You only took this job because a friend recommended it to you. Your son's on the verge of dropping out from this college. Your wife is the only stable source of income in the family. You've been an alcoholic for 8 -- no, 9 years and you can't find the courage to give it up even though it's visibly affecting your budget. You're irked that I decided to interfere with your normal Sunday morning and you can't wait to get your dose of daily sugar intake which I guess are...donuts" he paused briefly, not noticing the man's knuckle whitening "So if that's the situation why not just let us in? It's more convenient for the both of us and it wastes lesser time! Now, again, for the 4th time, let. us. in!"

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"What happened to him?" Lestrade asked while stiffling a laugh. "He looks funny!"

"Don't ask" Sherlock groaned, pressing the ice bag further to his jaw. Apparently, the security man couldn't hold his anger and landed a punch on his face. Well, who won't? We all know Sherlock Holmes can be so aggravating. John smiled at Lestrade before answering, "He was trespassing a college and one of the guards wouldn't let him in"

They were in the Scotland Yard lobby where citizens make complaints and is the police force lair. It has a constricting atmosphere, mainly because of the tension formed by the latest murder. "Ah, did he deduce the man?" Lestrade couldn't stop himself from laughing now.

"Yes. Yes, he did" John shook his head, joining Lestrade's laughter. Sherlock gave them a glare before he went sulking at the corner.

"That was the best laugh I ever had in this week!" Lestrade slapped the consultant detective's back, hoping to get a response from the latter. Unfortunately, the latter could care less about responsing. So, instead of annoying the man further, Gregory Lestrade decided to talk to John.

"So what's the catch? Why is Sherlock trying to trespass a University?"

"Hm, oh, he believes that one of the victim's regulars works there. The problem is that, he doesn't know her name or the course she teaches so we had to coax data from the bulletins and folders in their office" John filled the DI in, "We got in the first 2 times we tried to get in the school but this time, there's this tanned man who guards"

"Any new information?" Lestrade asks.

This time Sherlock answers him, standing abruptly, he shouted "Except for the fact that we know that this woman is a friend of the victim, a professor and that she teaches in that university? NOTHING! NONE!"

"Woah, Sherlock, calm down, mate! We can still find her! We just have to get away from any security man's radar" John tried to improve his partner's mood.

But Lestrade knows exactly what will calm the childish man, "Oh, I almost forgot. Anthony Kleain's body is ready for inspection. Do you wanna go?" and at the old man's words, Sherlock grabbed his coat and his scarf entering "battle mode".

"Let's go" he said before leaving the room, abandoning the ice bag that comforted him just seconds ago. John and Lestrade followed him out and watched him hail a cab. As the vehicle stopped, the duo took the back while Lestrade sat on the shotgun. Sherlock's face remained blank but his insides were actually tingling from anticipation.

"To St. Bart's" he told the cabbie.

"What? No, the body's not at Bart's, Sherlock" the Detective Inspector looked at him from the front seat. The consultant detective was curious.

"Then, where is it?" John asked in his stead.

Lestrade smiled genuinely and faced the road, "It's in Euphora's"