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The next morning you unwillingly woke early to help Sherlock with the new case. Once you were dressed and had your curly, golden locks pulled back into your usual ponytail, you headed out to the living room. Sherlock was sitting in his chair, his coat and scarf already on. John was putting his coat on as you walked out, so he grabbed your coat and walked it over to you. You mumbled a tired thank you while you stifled a yawn. Sherlock shot up out of his chair upon your arrival to the living room and was out the door before you even had your coat on. You and John sighed simultaneously as you both ran out the door and down the stairs to catch up with Sherlock. Sherlock was already in the process of hailing a cab when the two of you got outside, and once one pulled up, all three of you piled into the back.

You sat in between Sherlock and your brother, rubbing your eyes. You pressed the lock button on your mobile so you could check the time, 7:00am. This was the earliest you had gotten up in a while. You looked up and out John’s window; the streets of London weren’t quite as busy as usual this early in the morning. Normally, you would be wondering where Sherlock was whisking you and John off to, but the plans for the day had already been decided the night before. Sherlock was going to the mortuary to inspect the bodies of the 3 museum curators while you and John visited the museum.

The cabs first stop was at the museum, so you and John climbed out of the cab. You waved a goodbye to Sherlock before the cab drove off with him and then you turned around to look at the museum. It was huge, though for all the times you had passed by, you had never been inside. You looked over at John, you could tell by his expression that he had been here a couple of times, but never on official business.

“Ready, J?”

John looked at you and smiled, “Let’s go.”

You walked into the museum together; you were even more amazed by the inside than the outside. All sorts of paintings lined every single wall, and a few magnificent sculptures were scattered around the enormous building. John marveled at the look of wonder in your eyes, you had always appreciated art. You were a huge fan of paintings, and he knew you were going to enjoy this case even more if you got to stare at paintings all day.

“Welcome to Grant Art Museum,” said the woman at the front desk. “We hope you enjoy your visit, there is a new display of paintings in the back.”

You smiled at the woman, “Thank you.”

You and John began walking toward the back, observing the various paintings all over the walls. Occasionally you would drag John over to look at a painting that you had seen before, a few of your favorites by artists such as Van Gogh and Da Vinci.

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At the mortuary, Sherlock had had the mortician pull out all 3 of the curators’ bodies. He looked over every single one, no wound marks just as Mycroft had said. Sherlock began profiling each body, learning all he could about each man before moving on to the next one.

The first body was of a man named Adrien Beaufort, French museum curator. Adrien had left France 5 years ago to come to London, earning the job as one of several curators at Grant. His weight and short height showed that Adrien ate for pleasure. Adrien was single, never married, no children. Wealthy and an important man.

The second was Kristof Schultz, German curator. Like Adrien, Kristof left his home county of Germany to become a curator in London. Kristof left 8 years ago, however. He was slim and tall, but muscular, he was active and healthy. Just like Adrien, Kristof was single, unmarried, no children, and was wealthy.

The last man was Valente Avino, Italian curator. Valente was of average weight and height, he took care of himself but didn’t try too hard. Valente left Italy 12 years ago for the curator job. Same as the 2 men before him, Valente was single, no wife, no children, and plenty of money.

Sherlock found so many similarities between the 3 men, but what about these similarities was the reason for someone to murder all three of them?

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You and John easily found the new section in the back the lady at the desk had mentioned. On a wall that was surrounded with velvet ropes hung three paintings, you walked closer and realized that you recognized all three. You had seen all three of these paintings in museums you had visited while on your travels in other countries. You grabbed John and showed him the first painting on the left.

“I know all of these paintings, J. Look, this one is Un dimanche après-midi à l'Île de la Grande Jatte, by French painter George-Pierre Seurat.”

John observed how you marveled at the painting before asking “I think you forget that I don’t know French, sis. Could you translate that title?” He smiled sheepishly.

You chuckled slightly before replying “Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte.”

You moved to the painting in the middle, dragging John along with you.

“This is by German painter, Auguste Renoir. Kastanie in der Blüte, Chestnut in Blossom.”

Last but not least, you and John moved to the last painting.

“This one is Italian, Nascita di Maria. Birth of Mary, by Domenico Ghirlandaio.”

You and John were observing the paintings as another female museum worker walked up.

“Ah, I see you have found our new section,” she said.

John turned to look at the woman, “Yes. But why are these paintings sectioned off, what is so special about these specific pieces?”

You turned around to face the woman who was now smiling, “Our 3 recently deceased curators had these paintings brought here from their home countries. They each paid large sums of money to have these paintings displayed here in the Grant Art Museum.”

You turned to glance at the paintings again before turning back to the woman, “So the curators? One was French, one German, and the last Italian?”

The woman nodded as a reply. John turned to look at you, he knew something was clicking in your head but he wasn’t quite sure what it was. Just as you were about to open your mouth to say something else, you heard John’s mobile buzz. You thanked the woman and the two of you began to start walking away. John pulled his mobile from his pocket to read a text from Sherlock.

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Once Sherlock had deduced each curator’s history, he began his research on what poison was used to kill them. He checked each body thoroughly; sniffing, poking, prodding, and observing everything. Sherlock soon discovered why Mycroft’s men so easily dismissed what had been used to poison the men. Sherlock could smell the remnants of a metal on their skin, a metal that when taken in, will find its way into the blood stream. The metal is Cadmium, an extremely toxic metal but not something often looked for in poison victims, especially museum curators. As soon as Sherlock gathered all the information he needed, he left the mortuary and hailed a cab back to the flat. While in the cab, he sent John a text message.

“I’ve found everything I need. Meet back at the flat. –SH.”

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You and John hailed a cab and were on your way back to the flat. Once there, the both of you rushed up the stairs and through the door to find Sherlock sitting in his chair, he had a look on his face that said he was in deep thought. John took a seat in his own chair and you plopped down on the couch as you waited for Sherlock to respond to your presence.

A few more minutes passed before Sherlock looked up at you and John.

“What did you find out about the curators?” John asked.

“Each man comes from a different country, they all have different body types and habits, but they have several things similar between them. They are all single, have never been married, and have no children. They are also rather wealthy. They all moved away from their home country 5 or more years ago for the job as curator at the museum.”

Sherlock went on to quickly explain the rest of his findings, excluding the part about the Cadmium. Next, it was you and John’s turn to talk about what you discovered.

“There was a specially sectioned area in the back of the museum. There were only 3 paintings; one by a French painter, one by a German, and the last by an Italian,” John began.

“And a woman that worked there said that each curator had paid a large amount of money to have a painting from their home country shipped and displayed in that museum,” you finished.

Sherlock rubbed at his temples with his index and middle fingers.

“I also know what was used to poison them,” he stated flatly.

You and John looked at Sherlock with wide eyes.

“You do? Well spit it out, Sherly!”

“Cadmium.”

“Cadmium,” you gasped. Instantly you zoned out as thoughts filled your mind.

John looked from you to Sherlock, and back to you. He was obviously confused.

“Cadmium? That’s a metal isn’t it? Why would someone use that to poison three museum curators?”

You were zoned for a couple minutes, and when you snapped out of it both John and Sherlock were staring at you.

“Cadmium is a metal used in some types of acrylic paints,” you stated quickly and confidently.

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The next morning you unwillingly woke early to help Sherlock with the new case. Once you were dressed and had your curly, golden locks pulled back into your usual ponytail, you headed out to the living room. Sherlock was sitting in his chair, his coat and scarf already on. John was putting his coat on as you walked out, so he grabbed your coat and walked it over to you. You mumbled a tired thank you while you stifled a yawn. Sherlock shot up out of his chair upon your arrival to the living room and was out the door before you even had your coat on. You and John sighed simultaneously as you both ran out the door and down the stairs to catch up with Sherlock. Sherlock was already in the process of hailing a cab when the two of you got outside, and once one pulled up, all three of you piled into the back.

You sat in between Sherlock and your brother, rubbing your eyes. You pressed the lock button on your mobile so you could check the time, 7:00am. This was the earliest you had gotten up in a while. You looked up and out John’s window; the streets of London weren’t quite as busy as usual this early in the morning. Normally, you would be wondering where Sherlock was whisking you and John off to, but the plans for the day had already been decided the night before. Sherlock was going to the mortuary to inspect the bodies of the 3 museum curators while you and John visited the museum.

The cabs first stop was at the museum, so you and John climbed out of the cab. You waved a goodbye to Sherlock before the cab drove off with him and then you turned around to look at the museum. It was huge, though for all the times you had passed by, you had never been inside. You looked over at John, you could tell by his expression that he had been here a couple of times, but never on official business.

“Ready, J?”

John looked at you and smiled, “Let’s go.”

You walked into the museum together; you were even more amazed by the inside than the outside. All sorts of paintings lined every single wall, and a few magnificent sculptures were scattered around the enormous building. John marveled at the look of wonder in your eyes, you had always appreciated art. You were a huge fan of paintings, and he knew you were going to enjoy this case even more if you got to stare at paintings all day.

“Welcome to Grant Art Museum,” said the woman at the front desk. “We hope you enjoy your visit, there is a new display of paintings in the back.”

You smiled at the woman, “Thank you.”

You and John began walking toward the back, observing the various paintings all over the walls. Occasionally you would drag John over to look at a painting that you had seen before, a few of your favorites by artists such as Van Gogh and Da Vinci.

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At the mortuary, Sherlock had had the mortician pull out all 3 of the curators’ bodies. He looked over every single one, no wound marks just as Mycroft had said. Sherlock began profiling each body, learning all he could about each man before moving on to the next one.

The first body was of a man named Adrien Beaufort, French museum curator. Adrien had left France 5 years ago to come to London, earning the job as one of several curators at Grant. His weight and short height showed that Adrien ate for pleasure. Adrien was single, never married, no children. Wealthy and an important man.

The second was Kristof Schultz, German curator. Like Adrien, Kristof left his home county of Germany to become a curator in London. Kristof left 8 years ago, however. He was slim and tall, but muscular, he was active and healthy. Just like Adrien, Kristof was single, unmarried, no children, and was wealthy.

The last man was Valente Avino, Italian curator. Valente was of average weight and height, he took care of himself but didn’t try too hard. Valente left Italy 12 years ago for the curator job. Same as the 2 men before him, Valente was single, no wife, no children, and plenty of money.

Sherlock found so many similarities between the 3 men, but what about these similarities was the reason for someone to murder all three of them?

---

You and John easily found the new section in the back the lady at the desk had mentioned. On a wall that was surrounded with velvet ropes hung three paintings, you walked closer and realized that you recognized all three. You had seen all three of these paintings in museums you had visited while on your travels in other countries. You grabbed John and showed him the first painting on the left.

“I know all of these paintings, J. Look, this one is Un dimanche après-midi à l'Île de la Grande Jatte, by French painter George-Pierre Seurat.”

John observed how you marveled at the painting before asking “I think you forget that I don’t know French, sis. Could you translate that title?” He smiled sheepishly.

You chuckled slightly before replying “Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte.”

You moved to the painting in the middle, dragging John along with you.

“This is by German painter, Auguste Renoir. Kastanie in der Blüte, Chestnut in Blossom.”

Last but not least, you and John moved to the last painting.

“This one is Italian, Nascita di Maria. Birth of Mary, by Domenico Ghirlandaio.”

You and John were observing the paintings as another female museum worker walked up.

“Ah, I see you have found our new section,” she said.

John turned to look at the woman, “Yes. But why are these paintings sectioned off, what is so special about these specific pieces?”

You turned around to face the woman who was now smiling, “Our 3 recently deceased curators had these paintings brought here from their home countries. They each paid large sums of money to have these paintings displayed here in the Grant Art Museum.”

You turned to glance at the paintings again before turning back to the woman, “So the curators? One was French, one German, and the last Italian?”

The woman nodded as a reply. John turned to look at you, he knew something was clicking in your head but he wasn’t quite sure what it was. Just as you were about to open your mouth to say something else, you heard John’s mobile buzz. You thanked the woman and the two of you began to start walking away. John pulled his mobile from his pocket to read a text from Sherlock.

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Once Sherlock had deduced each curator’s history, he began his research on what poison was used to kill them. He checked each body thoroughly; sniffing, poking, prodding, and observing everything. Sherlock soon discovered why Mycroft’s men so easily dismissed what had been used to poison the men. Sherlock could smell the remnants of a metal on their skin, a metal that when taken in, will find its way into the blood stream. The metal is Cadmium, an extremely toxic metal but not something often looked for in poison victims, especially museum curators. As soon as Sherlock gathered all the information he needed, he left the mortuary and hailed a cab back to the flat. While in the cab, he sent John a text message.

“I’ve found everything I need. Meet back at the flat. –SH.”

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You and John hailed a cab and were on your way back to the flat. Once there, the both of you rushed up the stairs and through the door to find Sherlock sitting in his chair, he had a look on his face that said he was in deep thought. John took a seat in his own chair and you plopped down on the couch as you waited for Sherlock to respond to your presence.

A few more minutes passed before Sherlock looked up at you and John.

“What did you find out about the curators?” John asked.

“Each man comes from a different country, they all have different body types and habits, but they have several things similar between them. They are all single, have never been married, and have no children. They are also rather wealthy. They all moved away from their home country 5 or more years ago for the job as curator at the museum.”

Sherlock went on to quickly explain the rest of his findings, excluding the part about the Cadmium. Next, it was you and John’s turn to talk about what you discovered.

“There was a specially sectioned area in the back of the museum. There were only 3 paintings; one by a French painter, one by a German, and the last by an Italian,” John began.

“And a woman that worked there said that each curator had paid a large amount of money to have a painting from their home country shipped and displayed in that museum,” you finished.

Sherlock rubbed at his temples with his index and middle fingers.

“I also know what was used to poison them,” he stated flatly.

You and John looked at Sherlock with wide eyes.

“You do? Well spit it out, Sherly!”

“Cadmium.”

“Cadmium,” you gasped. Instantly you zoned out as thoughts filled your mind.

John looked from you to Sherlock, and back to you. He was obviously confused.

“Cadmium? That’s a metal isn’t it? Why would someone use that to poison three museum curators?”

You were zoned for a couple minutes, and when you snapped out of it both John and Sherlock were staring at you.

“Cadmium is a metal used in some types of acrylic paints,” you stated quickly and confidently.