AN: so, I decided to relocate my story for the reasons I wrote in the first chapter - it is updated with small changes, so please read again if you will. Here is the next chapter. I hope you will enjoy it - it's still in the beginning but I hope that in the next chapter things start to happen.

"So," I decided to continue in our previous conversation when I finished unpacking my suitcase and sat down comfortably on my bed, "what's wrong here, then?"

Sherlock gave me a quick smile and closed his suitcase with a loud bang. Then with one swift movement jumped over his bed facing me and began:

"About a month ago a body of a young woman was found in the pool in the forest four kilometers from here. According to the coroner she drowned herself. It caused a scandal, of course – in such a small society as this one it is a sensation but nobody thought anything was amiss - apart from the dead woman of course. Local police inspector said it was a clear suicide as there were no signs of any violence on her body and that was the end of it."

"But?" I asked.

"Let's take a stroll, shall we?" He tossed me my jacket, took his coat and shawl and left our room with me on his heels. We were accommodated in a local hotel – the only one in miles and now we took a path across its gardens in general direction of a near town called Pocatky. I took time to admire the beautiful autumn nature that surrounded us.

This Highland perhaps hadn't the dramatic beauty of the Scottish one but it certainly had a charm of its own. I recalled a student that once had lived in 221C Baker Street after Mrs. Hudson had finally got rid of all the mildew. Her grandparents were from the South Bohemia and she used to spend her holiday there when she was little. I felt a small smile forming on my lips. All it took was to pour into her two glasses of wine and play Dvorak and she was capable of talking about the nature in her grandparents' homeland all evening.

We finally climbed up the hill and beneath us there was a little town with plump church tower and little houses with red roofs. Several roads were coming from it to all directions with alleys of old fruit trees and larches along them. The town was favorably situated in a small valley and looked charming all together. Sarah would like it.I sighed and looked up at my friend who was lost in his own world. Whether he was admiring the view or musing about the case I could not tell for he was standing with his hands behind his back a little away from me a small smile on his lips. For a while we just stood there and then Sherlock moved again and called: "Come on, John, we have a meeting!"

I briskly set out down the hill and when I caught up with him I looked at him expectantly hoping that he would tell me more about the case.

Sherlock smiled and rubbed his hands. "More than two weeks ago another young woman drowned herself. In the same pool."

"What a coincidence…"I muttered.

"Yes," Sherlock grinned, "and finally three days ago another woman was inspired to do the same."

"In the same pool."

"Yes." I saw a gleam in his eyes.

"There's more to it. " I stated. "There has to be something interesting about it otherwise you wouldn't be here. Did they have anything in common?" I tried.

"As a matter of fact, they did. That's not the interesting part though but they were all patients in the local Spa resort of St. Catherine."

"And what's the interesting part?"

"The interesting part, John, is that a large group of young girls arrives tonight to St. Catherine's and with them a not smaller group of journalists watching their every step. According to the owner of the Spa the girls are all participants of some international beauty contest and he fears that they could be in danger.

"Wait, wait, wait!" I interrupted him, "I think I've read about it in the papers few days ago. You say that this is the spa, where the participants of Miss Europe, Sherlock, are supposed to spend a week before the final ceremony in Prague!" I asked surprised but Sherlock didn't seem interested.

"If you say so. I don't pay any attention to such things. But if one of those girls decided to commit such a suicide, it would be a scandal, John." That was probably more interesting.

"And the owner would be ruined?"

"Exactly."

"So, he thinks they are murders." I looked up at him. Here we go again.

"Oh, yes. And the organizers of the contest too, though they know nothing about it. They're just afraid of scandal and loss of their money. However, I also think they are not suicides but let's not jump to conclusions before we know more."

We found a road that surely led to the town and soon we passed a large pond and some agricultural buildings. We turned to the left and saw a square with that plumb church tower. Near the fountain in front of it stood a man in black mid-length coat who upon seeing us waved and headed in our direction.

"You know, I would never think that you would find a group of girls interesting." I smirked.

"What?" Sherlock paused. "No! It's the case that interests me! Not some dull girls. They are interesting as another piece in the play but no… oh, forget it!" The man was already close enough to hear us and see our facial expressions, so Sherlock shut up and I tried not to look too smug.

Don't worry, my OC girl won't be one of those - they are really almost uninteresting for our story.

And btw. Please review, so I know this isn't a complete crab. Perhaps it is but, please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading.