"Why on earth would I commit murder and then call the police? It's idiotic. For God's sake of course I didn't kill her! Why would I? She was teaching me mandarin. "

"You've already tampered with evidence" Points out the forensics specialist gesturing to the small boy in Sherlock's arms. "Who knows what else you did before we got here?" He says looking at Sherlock suspiciously.

Sherlock glares at him crossly and cuddles the distressed little child closer to himself. "What was I supposed to do? Leave him sitting in a pool of his mother's blood playing with the knife? " he asks.

"Wendell clam down, that's enough go bag samples or something." The policeman currently in charge of the investigation, Detective Inspector Hastings cuts in, along with another younger officer and together they create a wall effectively separating the two of them before the name calling escalates.

Hastings glances at Sherlock and smiles reassuringly. "Ignore what he said, Master Watson you're not currently being charged with anything. Although I will need a statement from you." He says getting out his notebook and a pen.

"It's Mr actually." Replies Sherlock icily, taking offence at being addressed like an un-bonded Omega, a child. He tilts his head to show off the faint scar on his neck indicating his bond.

Hasting looks at him again. "My apologies, I didn't realize." The Detective Inspector blinks. "Wait what you're bonded? ...to an Alpha? What really?" He paused. "Errr I mean don't you think you're a bit young?" The Detective looks at him worriedly.

Sherlock blinks confusedly, his friend lies dead inside her flat apparently murdered and the police want to discuss his domestic arrangements. Remembering John's advice on how to deal with idiots, he takes a breath and tries to remain calm and hide his irritation. People assuming Sherlock is younger than his actual age is an unfortunate result of having been cursed with boyish good looks. People often mistake him for Hamish's nanny after all.

"No not really, I'm 27. Can we get back to the matter at hand?"

"Is that so?" Hastings asks with an inquisitive lift of his eyebrow.
The child in Sherlock's arms squeals, prompting Hastings to get on with his questioning.

"Right well anyway, you and the deceased were friends correct?"

"Correct, our children regularly have play dates but I don't see how it's relevant."

"I'm just trying to establish all the facts Mr Watson." Hastings says looking at his notebook. "Now you were the one to call for the police correct?"

"Yes"

"Why not call for ambulance when you found her?"

"It was unnecessary, she was already dead."

"But how did you know that?" The inspector asks bewildered.

"Detective her heart had been removed from her body, I may not be formally qualified in these matters but I do know a heart is a vital requirement of the living."

The Detective coughs, his cheeks colouring slightly. "Yes well, I think that's enough to be getting on with for now. The notebook snaps shut. "Soo Lin's mate Andy should be here soon, but for now I think it would be best if you and Zhi Zhu went and got checked over by the paramedics for shock and whatnot." Hastings says waving his hand dismissively.

Sherlock tries to speak, ask if he can assist with the case but before he knows it he is being bundled into an orange shock blanket and lead away from the crime scene by two burly Paramedics.