(a/n: I hate putting these because they seem unprofessional, but I want to apologize if anyone particularly Lestrade is out of character. Tell me if there are personality flaws please. Kindly. Please. Or I'll ignore your rudeness. Maybe.)

I looked out the window of the apartment. The sky was grey and there was a bit of drizzle coming in. Just as usual. Any normal day in London. Though I felt a little funny. Plus I was concerned why Sherlock had left while I was in the toilet room. He texted me saying he wouldn't be gone long but seriously, couldn't the man have waited until I was done? Oh well, he was probably 'bored' as he would claim.

So I sat down in one the chairs, with a cup of tea, to wait for him to get back. But the moment I got comfortable and took a sip of tea, Sherlock burst through the door quite loudly, that I spilt some hot tea on myself.

"John, where are you," he spotted me getting up from my seat, almost dancing around to keep the tea from burning myself. "there you are, grab your coat John, we're leaving."

I looked up at him with a 'you can't be serious' look. "What? But Sherlock you just got back!" I said to him.

Sherlock fully stepped into the apartment and shoved the door closed. "Yes I know, I was bored so I decided to go find something to do, and I did!" He said.

"What is it this time?" I asked him as I walked to grab my coat.

"A Psychopathic Killer," he said.

I paused. And I turned to look at him. "Why this one exactly?" I asked him. Then continued to put on my coat.

"I've only seen photos, but there's a ridiculous amount of blood, but there's a bit more that a simple picture was failing to show. Very important details." he explained to me.

"Right," I sighed, plopping my arms at my sides, with my coat completely on. "Sounds like 'fun'," I said sarcastically. "Let's get going."

Sherlock smirked slightly and lead me outside.

It seems weird to me that Sherlock would take interest in a "psychopathic killer," when he obviously has dealt with these so many times before. There must be something different with this one for Sherlock.

...
Later...

Sherlock and I later arrived at the crime scene, it was at, it was actually in the sewers, there was room off to the side where machinery went. The man who supervised the place came to this crime scene.

"But is it really a crime scene, when there's no body?" Sherlock asked no one in particular. "Who ever's blood this is, is most definitely dead. There's too much blood, though, I think there was more than one victim here," he spoke out loud.

I watched off to the side lines, as Sherlock walked around the edges of the blood splatters. He pointed at a certain darker spot on the blood, where it made out a shape. "There, is where the body was," he said. "More than one body to be precise, but they aren't there anymore. What would be the point of hiding the bodies when you've made a huge bloody mess like this?"

A lady police officer, taller than me, stepped over the yellow tape. Officer Ginny Toast.

We had run into her a few times on our more, rather... odd investigations. And apparently, this was one of those odd ones. Not to far behind her was Inspector Lestrade. "Sherlock I didn't expect to see you here," she said pulling out a few photographs. "I'm glad you are here because I have a family member in town to spend time with."

Sherlock took the photographs. "Pictures of the bodies," he muttered to himself, somewhat ignoring Officer Ginny. "Who took these?" He asked looking back up at her.

"The man who found them," she said. "We aren't actually sure if he was the one who actually moved them, though he denies it." She replied.

Sherlock observed the pictures for a moment. "What time did he come down here?" He asked.

"He comes at 6:30 on the dot everyday except Sunday." Officer Ginny replied.

"What time did he call?"

"6:31."

"When did you get here at?"

"6:36"

Sherlock handed back the pictures. "It wasn't him, there wouldn't be enough time for someone to do that and make sure there isn't enough evidence," he said. "The only way would be for the bodies to vanish into thin air." He said.

"Which isn't possible..." Lestrade butted in.

By then I had walked to the edges of the blood splatter. "Unless someone had levitation abilities too, which is also unrealistic.." I spoke to myself.

Sherlock glanced back at me then turned to Lestrade and the Police Officer. "When did the bodies disappear accordingly?" He asked.

Officer Ginny shrugged. "Not sure," she said.

That's when Lestrade spoke up. "The man who found the crime scene was a man who goes by the name Higgily Diggily Hügen, a rather ridiculous name but according to him he went to the upper levels for a moment, probably to get a better signal." He said.

I pulled out my own phone. By looking at the top of the screen I could prove that they were right, the signal wasn't very good.

I turned to face the small trio behind me. "Well this certainly complicates things." I spoke a loud.

Officer Ginny nodded in agreement and acknowledgement. "Did ... 'Hügen' was it at all recognize the bodies?" I asked as I walked over to the group. I couldn't help but notice how hard Sherlock seemed to be thinking as he stood where the bodies where last seen.

"Yes actually..." Lestrade replied. "he recognized one of them as an acquaintance he met only a few days before and the other as the man who had the shift before him."

Officer Ginny walked over to one of the workers and received two papers from them and quickly returned. "Here are the files of the people he said he believed they were."

Sherlock took them and looked at them and then handed them to me. "Did he help you in finding these?" He asked. I took the files and studied them carefully.

"Yes," Officer Ginny said. "Higgily Diggily Hügen is a man of many jobs, he's agent from America, though he travels around a lot, quite quickly, since he's barely had this job for two weeks he might quit."

Sherlock nodded, "I was going to guess FBI but.. "

At this point I had zoned out of the conversation and went to fully observing the files. The first file in top was a women, "Poppy Soup," she wasn't that old honestly, she was just 19, it said she lived with her father, yet.. it said he father was... dead? Now that was confusing, and a bit disturbing at the least. Poppy was the acquaintance they spoke of. I pulled out the other file. The other man who worked here was a man.. in a ski mask? Named Sue Acachalla. According to his profile he also got his job around the same time Hügen did.

Like Poppy, he was an American. And Hügen was an agent from America, I wasn't sure if it was a coincidence.. or something more than that. (Though Hügen seemed somewhat German.)

After looking through the files, I re-engaged into the conversation.
"Officer Ginny, how exactly do you know this much about 'Hügen' here?" Lestrade asked.

Officer Ginny looked up at the ceiling, and sighed.. "I think my Brother are acquainted.. in a way at least.." she replied.

"Your brother, as in the one who just arrived a bit before the murder was reported?" Sherlock asked.

Officer Ginny blinked. "Yes," she said, she paused for a moment before she became suspicious of Sherlock. "I can see where this could lead.. I was there when he arrived at the airport you know..."

Sherlock roles his eyes. "I want going to accuse him," he replied dully. "If it's alright for me to ask, is he visiting from America?" He asked.

Officer Ginny nodded.

The Americans are coming...

"Because of his job I presume... what does he do?" Sherlock asked.

"Sherlock is this even related to the crime?" Lestrade questioned impatiently.

Sherlock pointed at Lestrade to quiet him. "Give me a moment Inspector."

"Um..." Officer Ginny wore a somewhat confused expression but continued.. "he's a.. this might be ridiculous, but he's a paranormal investigator." She said.

"He what?!" The Inspector laughed. He obviously didn't believe it. "But ghosts aren't real!" He said.

"I'd keep an open mind if I were you Inspector.." Sherlock said as he approached to the crime scene again. "Though I'm skeptical of their existence too." He admitted.

"Yeah.. don't blame you, Him and his childhood friend have been into this since.. well.. childhood.. but now, they've gone through some.. interesting things in their lives, but that's getting us off topic, why do ask Sherlock?" Officer Ginny asked.

Though I was curious to hear more I kept quiet. I didn't believe in the paranormal but it did seem interesting. But we had to deal with "more important matters."

Sherlock turned to face the Officer. "That's not important right now, may we pay a visit to Mister Hügen?"

Officer Ginny looked at the Inspector, "Is that alright?" She asked him quietly.

Lestrade hesitated for a moment but reluctantly nodded approval. "We'll take them there Ginny, you should go home." He said.

Officer Ginny looked surprised. "Are you sure Inspector?" She asked.

He nodded. "You have a brother you've probably haven't seen in a while," he said. "We'll call you if you're needed he said."

I could tell she wasn't very positive about it but she nodded. "Thank you Inspector. Good Luck.." she said and left.

I was busy watching Officer Ginny leave before I realized Sherlock was busy "inspecting" the blood. By that I mean he had tasted it which was quite disturbing.

"Blood-Born Pathogens Sherlock!!"

(a/n: so freaking long~! XD )