a lovely date for a murder, don't you agree

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Neither of them called it a date. Sherlock may not have been the most socially up-to-speed person, but he knew what this was; what John was asking. He humored him and agreed, not pressing the matter. It wasn't unusual for them to to be together anyway, even before this. In fact, catching them without the other was even more odd.

It wasn't too fancy, anyway. The Chinese place down the street was good, and authentic (according to Sherlock's verification), and reasonably priced for two men sharing money. The atmosphere wasn't romantic, at least. Sherlock imagined the pressure on John would be lessened if just for that reason, even if he didn't understand the big deal.

"Eating in today for once, eh, Sherlock?" the host asked with a polite smile as they entered. "Two, then?"

"Yes, thank you," Sherlock said, looking at John. "Any plans after this, by the way?"

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John eased the man over on his stomach so the bile and blood wouldn't suffocate him. He tucked two fingers around the man's wrists to check his pulse, and again at the turn of the man's neck. Carefully, John propped the man up on the support of his knee, beginning to push on the man's back. "He's not going to make the ambulance," John mumbled once under his breath, afterward answering aloud "He's been poisoned. Everyone just... stay calm, don't move. Don't touch anything."

"Oh my god! It's in the food, isn't it!?" A woman cried from her table. "We're all going die!"

"Miss! Please! I am the manager here! I can assure you our staff would do nothing of the sort!"

"I knew I shouldn't have eaten Chinese!"

"Help!!"

John held a grimace as the unrest grew among the witnesses. Even among the chaos, he seemed keen to tend to the body. With a furrowed brow, he did his best to ignore the excited crowd and restore the man's breath, which had long since slithered away. The paranoia of having eaten from the same restaurant hadn't escaped him completely, but he didn't focus on it-- The poison was obviously fast acting, and no one else seemed to be showing symptoms. But what, exactly, was different about this man? It certainly seemed strange that only one person would have been poisoned... unless there was a chef with a particularly nasty grudge.

It wasn't long before sirens gathered outside the doors and around four paramedics burst in with a stretcher to carry the man off with. By the time they had the body in place, they were carrying off a dead man, John was sure of it. He stood once the man was secured in the vehicle, looking on with others as the ambulance sped off, sirens flaring. A couple paramedics had remained stationed at the door.

"All of you, please remain in your seats," said on of the paramedics. "By request of the police, do not leave this building."

John looked confused, "How did the police..."

There was a buzz from his pocket, and, subsequently, Sherlock's.

Where are you? -GL

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"Everyone just shut up!" Sherlock yelled. The clamor calmed, but only momentarily. "You," Sherlock pointed at the restaurant owner; one of the many men who owed him. "Throw out all the pork. It's been posioned."

There was more panic amongst the people, but one of the paramedics had the sense to edge people away from the scene, and try to talk them into a calm state. It worked a little.

"This has happened before," Sherlock began to inform John, pulling out his phone. "Lestrade had a feeling something was off about some similar cases. Looks like he's finally on to something. About time."

Kam Wok, on Derrington Street. Man down. Poison.
-SH

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John could not be sure whether to be more aghast with the murder scene that had just unfolded in front of them or the fact that Sherlock had knowingly picked a restaurant he suspected to be poisoning its guests, so instead of making any normal expression he just stared at Sherlock, brow like a hard ledge over his eyes. "You knew about this?!" John shot as an aside, hissing the words under his breath.

You actually guessed the next restaurant they'd hit? We just got a call from that area. I'll be there soon. -GL

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"I guessed," he corrected, texting Lestrade. "Don't worry, I wasn't about to let you order pork."

Began to narrow down the other restaurants by their supplier. All from the same place. I think our next step should be deliveries.

-SH

He tucked his phone back in his coat, beginning to study where the man had been dining. The victim was eating pork - just like the others. Now it was just a matter of narrowing down the type of poison, and how the poison may its way into the meat. There had to be tampering somewhere down the line.

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"Very reassuring," John said.

Police surrounded the building within minutes. They roped off the area with tape, uniformly lining up all the staff and guests for questioning. Lestrade showed his face not long after. He checked in with a few of hia men before recognizing Sherlock and John in the center of thee room. Extending a courteous nod to a few police he had been chatting with, he excused himself, making his way over.

"So you think it's the supplier? Any leads beyond that?" Lestrade pressed. "We've got a
few bodies you could look at. Same story with each of them, though. Seems to be quite a cocktail this guy's mixed up. We've identified at least three different poisons already."

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Sherlock gave a curt nod to Lestrade in greeting.

"No, had it been the supplier half of London would be dropping dead. It's gotta be somewhere along the line. That's why I suspect the deliverymen, and what lead me here.

"And yes, I'd like to see the other victims if possible. And get me samples of all the poisons."

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"Best you hurry down. And no tampering with the bodies," Lestrade said, scribbling a few notes down on a clipboard. "That's evidence."

"I guess we'll be off then," John sighed out. So much for dinner. He wasn't exactly disappointed that a case had decided to rear its head. Far from it, in fact. The means that Sherlock had introduced him to this particular case, however, was questionable. And he was still hungry.

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The corners of Sherlock's mouth lifted in the telltale excitement of a case to crack.

"No time to waste. We should also check on this delivery center," he said, handing John and Lestrade two business cards. 'The Southbay Delivery Boys.'

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Despite having four bodies lined up in front of him at the morgue, and the fact that seeing a murder would destroy the appetite of most men, John seemed to have no problem eating the burger he'd picked up along the way. And although all their victims had fallen to various meat-related poisonings, John felt considerably safe because he reasoned that fast food wasn't really made of real meat at all. He watched Sherlock inspect the bodies, answering questions when he was needed and confirming symptoms when asked about the poisons.

Molly, who observed them from the lab table, had offered them some information and some paperwork-- as well as a polite "You're not allowed to have food in here, you know," Which John had just nodded along with and ignored.

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Johnson had certiainly picked up some bad habits from Molly, and while Sherlock didn't seem to mind, he did advise him not to drop crumbs on their victims. He pulled out his retractable magnifying glass, beginning to scrutinize the bodies. There were subtle differences between the different poisons - and Sherlock was able to make a match based on that.

"Victim two had the same poison as our man just moments ago," he announced.

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"And the others?" John asked with a mouth full of burger. "Why would the poisons only match on two of the bodies?"

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"Perhaps it's a pattern," he said. "Two- no, three different killers? Same motive..?"

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"A bit odd, isn't it?" John remarked. "If they're collaborating it'd be easier to use the same thing."

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"A fair point. I'll need to study the poisons closer," he said. Sherlock took off his coat, ready for a night in to study. He clapped his hands together in excitement.

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John crumpled the wrapper of his late lunch, stowing it away in nearby bin. He took off his coat following Sherlock's example, assuming it meamt they were going to be stationed there for awhile-- or at least until Sherlock got what he wanted out of the bodies.

"So how long should this take, exactly?" John asked. "Are we taking samples, then? Lestrade said not to tamper, you know."

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"All night, maybe," he answered vaguely. He was still circling one of the bodies, searching it up and down. "There should already be samples put aside. Besides, Lestrade knows better by now."

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"All night," John repeated to himself, his tongue clicking in his mouth as if he didn't quite understand the texture of the words. He swallowed a breath of air, stepping up closer to the bodies.

"OK, yeah," John mumbled out, leaning down the give the bodies a second inspection. "Not like we had anything else planned for tonight."

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"Let's go ahead and go to the lab," he said, pulling the sheet back over the second victim. "I'll ask Molly for samples. And coffee."

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John must have fallen asleep at some point during the night. The shuffling of Sherlock sorting lab equipment and the smell of cleaning fluid has roused him. The last thing he remembered when he came to was scribbling a list of contents down on a piece of paper, the same piece of paper, in fact, that was stuck to face. He peeled the list from his cheek, placing it back on the table and looking at it bleary eyed. He then looked at his watch. 5:30 AM.

John looked over at Sherlock, who seemed to be putting things away. Was he done? John didn't bother asking. nor did he bother asking if Sherlock had slept at all.

spoilers: the killer is calibri

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"Good morning," Sherlock said, with every sign that he was just as conscious now as he was eight hours ago. He was indeed putting away equipment and slides, having scrubbed them all back to their original state. At the very least, he was very sanitary about everything - or just knew how to leave no trace that he was ever there.

"Our killer is quite clever, actually. He's been perfecting this poison. Each of them seem to be stages, and it has finally become stable." Try as he might (not), he couldn't hide the excitement in his voice at his discoveries through the night. "A very deadly, neat concoction."

oh noooooo

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"Oh," John said, grasping at the cold cup of coffee that had been neglected since the odd hour of the morning thay John drifted off.

"Oh,"John repeated with an inflection that meant he was awake. "So these people... They're test subjects. Jesus... Are we going, then? To the delivery truck lot?"

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"I'm sure Lestrade is already there investigating," he said. "Unfortunately, he won't find anything. We would've caught him by now had he just been a delivery man. But I think he's using it as a disguise."

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"So what now?" John asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "We just wait for a new lead...?"

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"He's definitely following a pattern," Sherlock answered, throwing on his coat, looping his scarf over it. "I just need to see the delivery center's schedule." He looked at his watch. Lestrade was probably done hours ago. He jammed in a couple texts, only to get one in return that read:

sherlock for heaven's sake go to sleep -GL

He frowned at both the screen and lack of information given in return. (And the lack of grammar. The detective inspector was probably half-asleep himself.)

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John picked himself up from the table, grabbing his coat and draping it around his shoulders. He threw his half-finished, Styrofoam encased coffee in the bin. He saw Sherlock's soured expression when he glanced up. "Dead end?" John said, but he knew the answer. "We should head back to the flat. No delivery truck is going to be making rounds at 5AM, anyhow."