"Get a nanny will you!" Sherlock suddenly lashed out to John, as he waived his hand for taxi.
"I already told you.."
"Now, she's going to be there when we get back!" Sherlock continued.
"For the love of God, what's got in to you? Can you be a little bit.. you know.. nicer to her. After what happened."
"This is have nothing to do with what happened."
John just sigh deeply. He knows there is no used to reason with Sherlock in this. Sometimes he thought Sherlock just doesn't have the capability to grasps the aftermath of what happened at his sister's prison. He is after all a high functioning sosiopath.
They arrived at the scene of the crime. Lestrade standing there waiting for them.
"I thought you lads won't show up."
"Well, we almost did." John replied coldly.
Sherlock doesn't say anything as usual he go straight to what excites him most, the crime scene.
"You might surprise by this, but Valentine is our busiest week after all." Lestrade said.
"Female.. early 40, no almost 50.. she took a lenght to look younger, needle shot at forehead.. botox.." Sherlock begins his analysis.
"This reminds me with The Study in Pink" said John.
A woman with matching outfit lay on a floor of a hotel room. The difference from study in pink is she wears a dark outfit. A dark brown colour.
"Cause of death?" Sherlock still examining the body.
"We didn't find any signs of violence in any ways, so our biggest guess is.."
"Poison." John answer. "So it's probably suicide."
"No, notes." Sherlock said now he examinig the surroundings.
"You're right. No notes. But still people these days might not leave one. You know they just in a hurry to leave."
"But there's something you need to know. She has insurance, so her ex-husband is going to be really rich now."
"Where's the ex-husband?
"At the time of her death, he had a meeting downtown. Perfect alibi, the whole meeting room saw him."
"Where there is perfect alibi, there is a doubt." said Sherlock.
"But how he killed her from a far?" ask John again.
"We need more facts. Lestrade?"
"Ah, Right.." Lestrade open his file, "So far we know she's divorced. Her ex-husband works at a pharmaceutical company. They got divorce 2 years ago. Her husband recently engaged to a much younger lady. Probably the reason she killed herself."
"With what?" John asked again.
"That is the question." Sherlock answered. "But this isn't a room for someone who wants to commit suicide." Sherlock continued.
"She doesn't have any appointment for the next 10 days." said Lestrade while handing Sherlock a smartphone in a plastic bag
"Perhaps she doesn't. She isn't the outgoing type, she enjoyed staying at home unlike her ex-husband." Sherlock keep talking while he's looking at the dead lady's phone.
"Here. She has an entire album filled with cats. I found cat's fur in her body. If she's planning to die she might want to take her cats to someone else. Make sure they're alright. My guess is she just here to meet someone."
"And got killed instead." John continued. "Just want to exercise all of our options, since there is no cause of dead. Aren't you guys forgetting one other option?"
"And that is?" Lestrade asked.
"Natural cause. People die everyday."
Lestrade thinks again. "There is that possibility"
"Oh come on, John" Sherlock scoffed.
"Not every dead in unusual places is a murder, Sherlock. There isn't always a witch to hunt or a monster to catch." John keep preaching.
"If that's the case, Lestrade just wasted us a fine evening outside." Sherlock said.
"It's not definite yet. Let me update you guys when we have a lot of more infos."
"You might want to check with her doctor, if she had any underlying health problems." John added.
Sherlock and John walks away from the crime scene.
"What is that lady doing anyway alone in a hotel like this." John talked to himself.
***
Back at Baker street, Molly and Mrs Hudson are having a tea with Rosie.
The door is suddenly opens, it's Mycroft again.
"Ah, evening Mrs. Hudson, Molly. I see you ladies is preoccupied. Please don't mind me, i'm just here for a routine check up."
Molly looking at Mrs. Hudson for explanation.
"Oh, he's just looking around, wondering if his brother back with the sauce again." said Mrs. Hudson. "You need to be careful now!" shout Mrs. Hudson, but Mycroft is already upstairs.
Mrs. Hudson shaking her head. "Sherlock always know, and his brother keep coming back. They both so genius but a complete fool at the same time." Mrs. Hudson grumbled.
A noise comes from upstairs. It seems Mycroft really into his search.
"Oh dear, what am I going to say to Sherlock and John this time." Mrs. Hudson quickly left Molly and Rosie alone.
A couple minutes later Mycroft comes back downstairs.
"Well either he's clean or he hides it on thin air." Mycroft said while enters Mrs. Hudson kitchen. He sees Molly and Rosie and as he never talks to them alone before he lost in what to say.
"Flowers." he said pointing at a couple of roses lying on the desk. "For the upcoming Valentine's day I presume?"
"Yes." Molly answered, as Rosie begins to fall asleep. Molly put her back in her stroller, leaving Mycroft alone.
Mycroft still looking at the roses in the table, picking up one and analyzing it as if it was something he never see before.
"Why is it an individual so happy receiving such thing with no values within and will die the next day is beyond me." Mycroft talked to himslef.
Molly just get back from putting Rosie to sleep comes back just in time to catch the phrase.
"Do you have someone you want to give it to?" she asked.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Flowers.. for valentine." said Molly.
"Well.. I.." Mycroft thinks for a second before answer. "No, it's to much of a gesture for my taste." he continued.
Molly smile and reach to one of the little basket and begins to cutting some of the little roses.
"It doesn't have to be a big bucket, with bows and lots of flowers." Molly begins to arranges a few flowers into the small basket. "It could be just small enough to get someone attention." just when Molly finished the sentence, a simple bucket of roses in small basket is presented.
Mycroft examines the basket of little roses. It is small enough to be deliver in a box and it doesn't caught enough attention. And most importantly, he doesn't hate it.
"You can have it if you want." Molly said
Mycroft lift the basket hesitantly, still thinking.
".. I can sent it for you if you want." Molly offered again.
Now Mycroft averts his eyes to Molly.
"Can I.. would you do that?" he asked.
Molly answered with a smile and nodded. "You can give me the address and i'll put it in a box. And I promise, I won't tell the boys upstairs." she said again. She left Mycroft to look for a box. "Mrs. Hudson must have some of those little boxes here."
Molly then gives Mycroft a piece of paper.
"What is this?"
"The name of the receiver off course. And if you like, a notes to her as well."
Mycroft looking at the paper as if there's a missile launch codes in it. He then take it anyway, but before he writes down anything, he looks at Molly and talk again, "Molly, how do I say this.. My brother.. he.. he doesn't deserves you."
Molly stuns a little while after hears Mycroft words. For a moment, they both share a look, knows what those words are meant for. But Molly just smiles without saying anything.
She puts the basket of roses in a box.