A/N: So here´s the second chapter. This was written in between classes, at 3am when I couldn´t sleep and even during some really boring classes (don´t judge me J )… so I´m sorry for any mistakes. Biology class was a huge help in this chapter you will see why…Enjoy.

Chapter 2

The two men got closer to what was, clearly, the scene of the crime. An abandoned building surrounded by police cars, caution tape and people in rubber gloves.

Lestrade was waiting outside the caution tape. As soon as he saw them he lifted the tape in the air signaling them to pass and following them quickly.

"This one does not seem difficult. A man in his early thirties. The body was clearly dumped here but he was killed somewhere else but she left clues."

"First of all it´s clearly not that simple otherwise I would not be here or perhaps the police is just purely useless which I am inclined to believe in. Second of all: She? You are deducing it was a woman because the victim is a man, a young man and, statistically, the most probable way he was killed is by his wife or girlfriend out of jealousy which is a deduction with so many mistakes it becomes hurtful to think about. You don´t know if the victim was single or married or even if he was romantically or sexually attraction to women. This is not statistic. You work with the clues you have and then you make deductions, not the other way around."

Lestrade looked astonished. John raised an eyebrow.

"Are you ok, Sherlock? You are especially rude today. Ruder than usual."

"It´s amazing, John, how easily the truth is confused with impoliteness."

They approached the body. John kneeled down next to the corpse.

"The body has signs of severe violence applied to the head and throat a long with bruises in the arms. The epidermis and nails are loosened and the skin of the hands and feet is peeling off. The cause of death was, clearly drowning and it was neither accidental nor suicidal. It was homicidal drowning. By the state of the skin I would say he is dead for two days."

Sherlock nodded and gave the body a final glance.

"I will go check the body with Molly. I will text you when I solve it."

John and Sherlock returned to the cab.

"Is everything ok, Sherlock? You look weird…I mean weirder than usual and a bit too rude too, even for your standards."

"I´m going to try and feel offended by that." Sherlock said as he turned his face to the window.

John exhaled slowly and Sherlock felt the warm air hit his neck. The tall man wanted to follow that warm air, he wanted to get closer to John, feel his warmness, his lips on his neck.

Sherlock shook his head violently. What was he thinking? This was not normal! He didn´t, he couldn´t feel that way about John. From all people…John?! Sherlock remembered how most people thought he couldn´t feel this way, or anything for that matter, some even thought he was asexual. Sherlock had felt this way before, he had liked men before. Never women. But that was a long time ago. He was a sociopath. He was not supposed to feel…anything. He didn´t feel anything…did he?

John´s voice woke him up from his thoughts.

"So, the case does not seem complicated…and you didn´t even looked at the body for five minutes. Is it so easy that you have already solved it? Somehow… in your mind palace or whatever you like to call it."

Sherlock looked at John, his heart was pounding. Why, in the bloody hell, was his heart pounding that fast? They were just having a normal conversation!

"Well, John, if you find it simple we can easily deduce this case is elementary. I´m going to check something but I suppose I will solve it soon."

John nodded and Sherlock went back to his thoughts.

He had to be honest with himself. He did feel something. He fell something for his flatmate, best friend. Straight best friend. He had to think this trough. The best and only way he could do this was thinking rationally, that would make him feel calm and secure. Logical and rational thinking was the one thing he could trust.

Sherlock looked at John one more time, his heart immediately started pounding even more. It was obvious, so obvious, clear as water. When humans are scared, nervous or next to someone they love their brains send a signal to the adrenal gland which secretes hormones such as adrenaline, epinephrine, and norepinephrine that flow through the blood and cause the heart rate to increase. Sherlock touched his wrist feeling the blood pump. His heart rate was, definitely, faster than usual. It was also, clearly, because of John. Sherlock was not scared of John; by elimination the answer became pretty obvious. Sherlock felt nervous around John… he had never felt nervous around him before. The only logical, plausible and possible explanation was…

Sherlock was shacking. I could not be truth, this could not be happening. He couldn´t admit it, not even to himself, he refused to do it. He felt weird. John was occupying is mind, worst, he was invading it, he had conquered Sherlock´s mind palace and made it entirely his own. How was Sherlock supposed to solve a case, even an obviously easy one, when all he could think about was John? The way he looked, how his voice sounded when he was tired or sleepy, the way his hair looked when he had just got up, the way he smelled, the way he looked at him and called him brilliant when everyone else called him psychopath… it was too obvious.

With resignation the taller man breathed in deeply and thought to himself.

"I´m in love with John Watson. It´s insane, it´s a chemical defect and it is affecting my rational thinking as well as the strength of my knees but I can´t deny it anymore. I am completely and deeply in love with my flat mate, with his best friend and the man sitting next to him. John Watson.

"Sherlock? Sherlock!"

John was calling him.

"We´re here. Let´s go see Molly. I bet you will solve it in less than five minutes!"

In a normal day he would, literally, solve it in less than five minutes but when the only thing he had in his mind was John paying attention to a murder became a lot more difficult.

As soon as they got in they were greeted by Molly.

"Good morning, Molly. Sherlock wants to check something on the body they found this morning."

"The one that drowned, right?"

"Exactly."

"Come with me. Sherlock? You seem distracted. Are you thinking about the case already? Oh, you probably already solve it, right?"

Sherlock just nodded lightly.

"Let´s see the body."

For the first time the most difficult thing to solve in his life was not a murder. He had to deal with a breathing, living person instead of a body and he had no idea what to do.