[A/N: Since I have made a fanfic for the girls who looovvvee Sherlock, I decided to actually make one for our oh so sexy consulting criminal. Because bad boys need a little love, too. Plus I have a serious crush on the man. Anywho, as always, reviews, comments, thoughts, the whole shebang are always wanted! Enjoy!]
Nova Valentine gazed at herself in the mirror of her single bedroom flat with a look of sheer disgust. She honestly hated pretty much everything about herself. Her long ringlets were the color white-blonde, her skin was nearly translucent(luckily along with that it was flawless), her wide doe-eyes were the color of the sky on a cloudless day. She was scrawny with high cheekbones, thin lips that matched her extremely thin yet athletic body. The one thing she had been blessed with was a nicely toned ass and breasts the size of coconuts. Too bad she never got to have much fun with those gifts. She let out a small groan before pulling her mess of hair into a high bun and put on a smidge of eyeliner, mascara and eyebrow pencil because if she didn't she looked as if she had no eyebrows at all thanks to being blessed with platinum colored hair. She brushed her teeth vigorously, then set about to putting clothing on her skinny little frame. Nova opted for a tight black tank top that gave way to more than enough cleavage for the boys at St. Bart's to get a good look at, and a pair of tight skinny jeans in a dark blue. She tugged on a pair of black wedged boots, not caring for the fact that most ladies there gave way to wearing mom shoes. She couldn't understand why those were as comfortable as what she wore, of course she had been raised all of her life to wear high heels, so it didn't kill her feet like the girls who rarely wore them. When she was about as satisfied as she could get, Nova danced up to her dresser and picked up her bottle of perfume, D.S. & Durga: Siberian Snow. She had a high taste that wouldn't end, it even came down to the bottle of cologne she wore. The scent of amber, mint, jasmine, and sandalwood invaded her senses and made her take in a deep breath of relief.
Valentine wasn't very ordinary, but she wasn't extraordinary either. She was a vivacious young woman who had just turned twenty-three and was at her internship with Saint Bartholomew's hospital in London to be a pathologist. Although she had to admit, being stuck with Molly Hooper was not very boring to say the least. The girl herself, well, she was boring and bothered Nova to no end with how sweet she was. Yet, the things that happened in that morgue were fascinating. She was now on her fifth week of her internship there and she was beginning to realize that London was quite an interesting place when it came to that hospital. For instance, Sherlock Holmes and his little boyfriend John Watson. She knew they weren't dating, John had hit on her far too many times to be gay, but it was hilarious to poke fun at them both over it. Nova noticed how Molly was pining over Holmes the instant she had met the insufferable bloke. Didn't matter that he saved lives, he was an arrogant twit who pissed her off the minute he came strutting into the morgue as if he had owned the place. Nova absolutely loathed people like him. John, well she didn't mind John so much. He was very kind, but too kind to be her type. She almost pitied the older man with sandy blonde hair over the fact that he put up with Sherlock on a daily basis. Almost. Nova chuckled at her train of thought as she made her walk to the hospital. It was one of the things she enjoyed doing. She could take a cab or even drive her car if she truly wanted to, but she never did. She preferred to walk, to take in her surroundings and breathe in the scent of freshly fallen rain that was so London. She walked with an air of superiority, confidence was all that radiated off of her. Nova may not have been the prettiest of girls, but she was raised to be a poised young woman who could dominate in a heartbeat to those who were weak. She would never be some sniveling little brat that couldn't handle her own, ever. With grace, she danced into the hospital and got Hooper and herself a cup of coffee, which was always much needed with the long day that was to be ahead of them. Then, she took off down to the morgue. What she wasn't prepared to see that day was Molly Hooper snogging some young man with dark hair slicked back while a dead body didn't even lay ten feet away from them. Valentine curled her lip in disgust as she sat the styrofoam cup down and cleared her throat. When they didn't pull away from one another, Nova just shook her head and began to work on the cadaver that had been presented so perfectly to her. She pulled on her white lab coat, a pair of latex gloves and set to work. Grossed out that Molly would go out of her way to make out with some guy who apparently didn't realize the poor girl was actually head over heels for the consulting detective that wouldn't even bat an eye her way.
Quickly Nova took a scalpel and began to make incisions into the body of a dead man who looked to be in his early forties. How odd. He was far too young to be dead just yet, with ease she cut through the layers of skin and muscle until she hit his organs.
"Sorry Bob, but I need to figure out what killed you so early," the blonde muttered out under her breath, not even realizing that she had a pair of eyes watching her curiously now. She began to rifle through his body, using a magnifying glass as she did. That was when it popped out to her, on his left lung it looked as if it had been deteriorating. Not just the normal black lungs from smoking kind, but as if the body had been attacked by acid and part of his lung was now missing kind. She let out a small squeal and jumped up from her swivel seat, then paused as she saw deep brown, almost black eyes watching her every move. He had a gorgeously square jaw and perfectly coiffed hair. He was actually quite attractive to say the least. Yet it was that guy who Molly had been making out with. Nova sneered at him before turning around on her heel to begin the process of seeing why Bob's lung had looked that way, but she could feel eyes boring into the back of her head and it was quite annoying. "What are you still doing here if your little pet isn't around to play tonsil hockey with?" She snapped out, not even bothering to look at the man she knew continued to watch her. A low chuckle came from much closer than where he had been prior and she stiffened up. Before she knew it there was a set of hands against her frail shoulders and hot breath against her cheek.
"My my, aren't you a little spitfire?" The voice was thick with an accent that made her heart thump loud in her ears. Irish? Molly did pick a pretty sexy guy this time around, Nova had to give her credit for that. The young woman shrugged and pushed his hands off of her coat.
"My mum raised me to not deal with annoying little pricks," she stated with a smirk. She wanted to piss off the man that had taken time with her mentor to do a tongue tango right before her eyes. So repulsive. Another chuckle from the boy toy made her arch an eyebrow, she still didn't turn to look at him though. He wasn't worth her time. With ease Nova began to set up tissue samples under a microscope, praying that maybe Bob would be an easy find, but hoping that there was a challenge. She thrived for challenges.
"You have a vulgar mouth on you Miss Valentine. If you're not careful with how you speak to me, I will be sure to cut that pretty little tongue out of it," that same voice was hot against her ear this time. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, unsure if that was an actual threat or the weirdest way to tease someone for being an arse to them. She was hoping for the latter, because if it was the former she would have to seriously question the type of men Hooper spent her time with. "Weeelll, it was a pleasure to see you Nova. I look forward to meeting you again very soon. Ciao!" the man's voice was sing-songy and quite thick with his brogue, finally she looked around to see that the dark haired man was sauntering out of the morgue just as Molly was coming back in looking quite flustered. Nova furrowed her brows. That was the weirdest encounter she had ever experienced with another human being before and she kind of liked it.