Hello again! Don't be fooled this just happened I tend to not stick to schedules so I won't promise any.

Anyways here is chapter 2 again it was typed up on my phone and then read over by my wonderful friend TheStarsAreGolden (i doubted some parts of this so let me hear your thoughts!) She is amazing I love her.

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Chapter two

Sherlock left the lecture room in long strides. He was in an oddly happy mood. For once he actually met someone who was not boring, far from it actually, and someone who could almost see the things he saw on a daily basis. Almost.

John Watson.

He thought the name over in his head as he walked off the campus towards his flat. John Watson. Army doctor. Recently discharged though his limp seemed to be psychosomatic but he was fairly certain that the man did have some type of wound somewhere.

The photos he had shown that had two answers one of which was wrong but most commonly given and accepted without much thought. While the second answer was right many didn't see it. And this man, John Watson, saw it and that just made him all the more interesting than he was when the man first walked into the classroom.

He only looked up from his musings once he reached the front door of his flat. He frowned at seeing the knocker was straight once again and he sighed, of course his brother would visit, as he pushed it sideways so it was crooked again as he walked inside. He took the stairs two at a time.

"What do you want Mycroft?" Sherlock asked as he took his jacket off hanging up with his scarf.

"Why do you always assume that I want something? Can't I just be checking up on my dear baby brother?" A voice called from the living room and he walked over following the voice.

"Because you never just check up on me." Sherlock answered dumping his bag onto the couch as he passed by it to sit in his chair. "So again I ask, what is it do you want?"

Mycroft looked up from the paper he had been reading and folded it up as Sherlock sat down across from him. "There has been a new murder. Scotland Yard is out of their limit with it and my men can only do so much without being openly involved, which would raise too many red flags to be safe, so I need you to look into it." He said looking his brother over.

Sherlock nodded slowly humming softly. "On one condition. There's a man. John Watson. He was recently discharged from the military. I want you to look into him for me." He said looking at his brother.

Mycroft nodded. "Alright. Why does he matter to you though?" He asked wondering what got his brother interested in this man when he was never interested in anyone before.

"He was able to, I wouldn't call it deduce but he was able to tell me what happened in a crime scene from the pictures I showed. No one in my past classes has been able to do that." Sherlock replied to him as he grabbed his laptop opening so he check on thing from the school website. "He's obviously smart."

His brother watched him quietly before getting up leaving a folder on the table. "That's the case work for you to look over. Tell me when you have something and I'll give you what information I have this John Watson." He said as he rebut toned his suit jacket.

Sherlock only nodded ignoring his brother as he looked over the student registry to see if this Watson was enrolled at the university. He heard the door downstairs shut as Mycroft left. After finding nothing on Watson he turned to his friend Lestrade.

'Interesting...'

...

John was laying on Greg's bed in his flat while the other was doing homework. "No, Damn dude help me out tell me if I'm right in this or not." Greg said going to the bed with his laptop and sat beside John.

John laughed and rolled onto his stomach reaching for the laptop reading what Greg had and then looked at the pictures. He blew up the photos so he could see them better. He hummed softly looking at each if the pictures before shaking his head no.

"No. Look here there is only one set of scuff marks in the carpet. The maid said she had just vacuumed so there would be no marks besides the woman who lived there. If she was kidnaped from her home there would be two marks here. But there are not so she left. Also here." John said bringing up a picture of the door way that partially showed the door. He zoomed in on the knob. "The wood is a bit splintered so she pushed the door in but had trouble with it. Not strong enough to fully break it in but she did it enough that it opened for her." He said and looked at Greg.

Greg shook his head listens as he wrote down things. "Seriously how do you see that stuff?" He asked looking at his friend taking the laptop back to type up when John had told him.

"It's all there... You just weren't focused on it." John said shrugging as he later on his back checking the time. "I should probably go. I need to find a hotel to stay at till I get a flat." He said sighing hating the thought of a hotel.

"Just stay here. My flat mate is gone for the week, in sure he won't care if you sleep in his bed for a few days." Greg said looking to his friend as he finished up the first part if his homework. "Plus I could use more help. You're like a genus with this stuff. No wonder Holmes wants you to come back." He said as looked back to his work to do the next part.

John hummed softly and he closed his eyes. "Not sure I'm a genus I see it. You can too I you look hard enough. And as for him wanting me to come back to you class I highly doubt that. He was just impressed someone understood." He said shrugging and got up. "Want a beer?"

"Yeah that would be great. And he does want you to come to the class. He messaged me on the school website saying you are allowed to come in whenever you wanted and that you shouldn't be afraid to answer the questions." Greg said making John stop at the door. "Just come to class with me. I'm sure you loved being told you were right anyways. This way you can show off instead of being all quiet all the time."

John just shook his head at his friend. "If you're worrying about me being so quiet all the time you seriously need a girlfriend to distract you. But I'll go if it make you happy." He said going to the kitchen to grab them a few beers.

...

It was Friday when Greg and John went back to the campus for Professor Holmes' class. By then John had found several possible flats to live at though there was one that caught his eyes first and he secretly hopped he could be allowed there.

And Greg had finally gotten the hang of most of the photos. Even going as far as doing all the other scenes just to prove to John he could do it and get most things right. (Though john never said he couldn't) Greg was talking about something that's John really wasn't paying attention to as they walked into the lecture room. He was so concentrated on his phone that he don't even notice that Professor Holmes was walking over to him.

"It's good to see you again Mr. Watson." Professor Holmes said jerking john to attention.

"Oh sorry. Good to see you as well Processor Holmes." John replied looking up at the taller man.

"Sherlock." Professor Holmes said to him and when john gave him a confused look he continued. "You can call me Sherlock. I'm not your professor so there is no reason for you to call me that." He said.

John nodded slowly. "Sherlock." He said as if tasting the name on his tongue before giving Sherlock a smile. "Well Sherlock I'm John. There's no need to call me Mr. Watson." He said laughing softly.

Sherlock nodded and gave a half smiled and looked over at Greg. "I looked over your homework last night you did quite a few more scenes than what I assigned. But I will count them as extra credit. You did very well by the way. Even when you didn't have Mr. ... Excuse me, John's help." He said to him and looked at John. "His wording wasn't his own in the first two so I assume he just wrote what you said to him and just edited it after."

John nodded understanding what he meant now. "Oh. You could tell that from his writing style?" He asked looking at Sherlock in curiosity as Greg walked to their seats.

Sherlock nodded. "Every person had a different writing style then anther no two people will word the same thing in the exact same way. It's like a fingerprint. We'll cover writing style and analyze suicide notes in a few days."

John looked at him impressed. "That seems interesting. May I come to that lecture?" He asked. Sherlock smiled and nodded. "Of course. You will always be welcome to attend my lectures." He said and John smiled back. "Thanks." He said and walked to the back were Greg was sitting.

"What did you two talk about?" Greg asked looking up at John as he sat down next to him. "Oh nothing. Just about writing styles and how the differ between people. You'll be covering it soon." He said shrugging and looked at Greg's laptop. "May I use that please?" He asked.

Greg nodded and turned his attention to the front as Sherlock started the lecture. John quietly took the laptop and opened google. Though he had found a few good flats that may work he still typed in the search bar 'flats in London' with his price range in it. He didn't want to not have some backups should any or all of the others not work out.

He was so engrossed on the laptop he hadn't heard most of the first 10, maybe 15 he wasn't sure, minutes of Sherlock's lecture. But when Greg elbowed him he looked at his friend before looking at the front of the class.

"Now micro-messaging is facial expression, posture, and little tics that people do often without even knowing they are doing it. You can figure out if someone is lying just be watching for these signs. I have three videos today of a suspect, a witness, and one of an officer. I want you all to watch them and tell me who is lying and what they are trying to hide from the detective asking the questions." Sherlock said to the class.

John looked at Greg again who shrugged. "Figured you might be interested in this." He mumbled as Sherlock started the first video. He hummed softly in reply and watched each of the videos frowning more as the last of them ended.

"Now will any of you care to tell me what you saw?" Sherlock asked his eyes scanning the room landing on John a second more than the rest. When no one answered he sighed and turned to the chalkboard about to start describing the micro-messages that each of the people in the videos showed.

"The suspect is innocent. He showed no visual signs of lying or being under stress. But the witness was defensive. Every time she was asked one question she was fine but when asked again she would sit back slightly as if preparing defender herself in a fight and her arms crossed under the table. Obviously she was lying and was uncomfortable with telling her story more than once. The officer though was stand off-ish towards the person asking questions. He is hiding something. His eyes focus more every time the suspects name is mentioned and his nostrils flare. Clear signs of anger... I think... I think him and the witness were trying to set up the suspect for the crime out of anger and revenge."

Sherlock's had kept his back to the class and he smiled as John spoke and once the other stopped he schooled his face into a neutral expression before turning around. "Very good John. Very good indeed. I'm glad that someone understands this lecture. For the rest of you let's go over this one more time before I release you."

...

Class ended on a better note than last time. Sherlock noticed that more of the students left understanding or partially understanding what micro messaging was when he finally released them for the day. He was packing up his teaching materials and was just about to leave when he noticed that both John and his friend had not left yet. He smiled just faintly and walked over to the pair. "Is there something that I can help with?" he asked looking at first John and then a Greg.

"No Professor Holmes we were just talking about my flat mate coming home earlier than planned so John has to find a place sooner…" Greg said as he stood from his seat packing his things up. John nodded and sighed obviously not happy to have to move his plans up because of the flatmates return.

Sherlock gave a low hum before smiling at John. "Perhaps I can help with that."