I'm not promising anything. When I updated the first chapter I didn't know where this was going if anywhere and it had been marked under complete. But some people alarmed this still after all this time. So, second chapter and no promises…

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"Didn't know you're here." familiar voice sounded bit amused of the situation. Sherlock tilted his chin backward over his shoulder to see Lestrade standing there hands in his pockets watching the consulting detective curiously.

"Hmph, Lestrade," and turned back at the book what he had been reading to John. Lestrade walked around to face them.

"John, this is Detective Inspector Lestrade from the New Scotland Yard and this is former Captain John Watson, M.D." Sherlock waved his and back and forth as introducing them each other.

Lestrade looked at the patient with blank eyes and sandy hair.

"Nice to meet you." He murmured, then focusing again at Sherlock. "Mycroft?"

"Of course, the devil himself." Sherlock sighed and flipped the new page open. "John, I don't think this book contains anything interesting to you, too old." and slammed it shut.

"So, I know that someone died here last night, but I have to behave nicely to go through this so I haven't looked around. But you being here means that it was a murder."

"Maybe. Hard to say yet. How long have you been here now? And how well you know these people?"

"Two weeks. Eternity if you ask, but John is a good company." Sherlock flashed a smile at John and Lestrade's eyebrow rose because is actually looked genuine.

"But you keep your eyes and ears open." Lestrade said and Sherlock snorted.

"Obviously. Was it Mrs. Pink? What was her real name?"

"Joanna Wellington. Widow. One daughter, dead. Reason why she was here. Obsessed with pink color, her daughter's favorite."

Sherlock nodded, half closing his eyes, "She had visitor last evening. No family. Not sure he was even an acquaintance."

"Mr. Hopkins. Yes. We are checking him right now. You say that he wasn't familiar to her?"

Sherlock frowned, trying to remember. He had played violin, not wholly focusing to watch some people interacting in common room.

"Remember anything John? From the last night? You sat beside her didn't you?"

No response and Sherlock just shrugged his shoulders. "If you just could speak, I'm sure you would be the one who could bring some light to this case. Can I see her room?"

"Yes. Though she died…"

"In the garden. Yes, I know. Come John, lets go to walk a bit." Sherlock said cheerily and grabbed John's hand to his own and pulled himself up and John followed in suit.

"You can't bring him along." Lestrade looked mortified from Sherlock to John.

"Of course I can. If you want my help I need him to come along. I have to keep eye on him until dinner. There's lot of nurses sick today and I promised to take care of him." Sherlock stated and pulled John along him. The man followed in slow steps and Lestrade was surprised to see how patiently Sherlock lead the way.

"Is Anderson here?" Sherlock's dislike was clear how he almost spat the name.

"Yes." Lestrade rolled his eyes.

"Then it's too late to see garden first, we go to the room before he gets there."