The Man of Dogs
John sat at his laptop staring lazily at the screen. He was stumped and board. How long was Sherlock going to take looking at Ellie's things. They had a case and he managed to wast half an hour going thru god knew what.
What was really getting to him was the growing sent of unease on Ellie. She had never dealt with their kind before at least anymore than any other human had. Yet she wasn't afraid she didn't smell of fear. She smelt of a lack of confidence.
She had moved in with monsters and she didn't fear the monsters. She feared the moving in. Should he talk to her? Tell her she was welcome? John was crap with women but it still seemed to go somewhere. What was he supposed to say? Oh wait maybe he could try that.
"Hay Ellie? Can you help me with something?" Ellie who had been staring at cold tea pulling faces for 5 minutes finally looked up.
"What, Oh ya sure." She had been going over the last hour in her head when John had asked her for help.
He handed Ellie a pice of paper. "Can you write a name of someone famous for me?" She nodded gave it so thought and wrote down The Queen of England. Doesn't get more famous than that. Then John handed her a folded pice with tape on it. "Put that on your forehead and try to guess what is says by asking me questions." So she did "Maybe you should go first."
John nodded "Um am I a man?" Ellie shook her head. "So I'm a lady," Ellie giggled Ok she snorted. "Hay I could make a great lady,... that came out wrong." Ellie 'laughed' again. "Um am I a singer." John asked
"Good question but I'll go with no." Ellie said Maybe the she did sing but she wasn't famous for it. John sat a second thinking then asked. "Actor?" "No" "News Anchor?" "No" "Reality TV person?" "No" "Comedian?" "No" John was going nowhere fast he couldn't think of another profession so he gave up and started guessing randomly. "Am I the Queen?" He took in another breath to ask another question but she stopped him. "Yes"
"What?" John blinked a few times "Really?" He asked. Ellie nodded. "It was the only person I could think of the was more British than the Doctor." John laughed at that. "You watch Doctor Who?" He asked. She nodded eagerly and her eyes lit up. "Iv watched every episode to date although I missed one two weeks ago. It looked good too." She was starting to cheer up.
"You want to watch it?" He asked Ellie lit up but then faltered "What about the game?" She asked. John took their papers. "We can play later." He said throwing two papers with the Queen written on them in the bin.
A few minutes later Ellie and John were starting the doctor who recording. Ellie had become more vigorous since. "So you like Doctor Who?" John nodded "My sister and I used to watch it all the time as kids." Ellie smiled wondering what it would be like having siblings. "What do you think of the new ones?" She asked
"Love them, even got on a set during a case, met David." Ellie lit up "Really! Wait was he human?" The thought had crossed her mind. Who was and wasn't human. John simply replied. "That's a good question."
The show was finally getting underway when Sherlock waltzed in. "John pencil." John gave him an unamused look. "What?"
"I asked for a pencil ten minutes ago it's not my fault you didn't hear me." John rolled his eyes and got up. "Why do you need a pencil?" Ellie asked. Sherlock looked to her watching her. he wanted the hear her response "you tell me"
"To take an address?" She said lacking in confidence. "How did you come to that conclusion?"
She sighed not seeing a way out. "You tore out a pice of paper not wanting the weight of the pad, suggesting travel and John's expression was a dead give away that this is a test." Seeing she was right given Sherlocks smirk Ellie gained a little more courage. "Can we go now? We have a criminal to catch."
John ran form the kitchen with a determined look on his face. "No absolutely not." But she was already up. "John stop worrying." She chastised as she headed past a smirking Sherlock "Sherlock wipe that look of your face." She headed down the stairs "Oh and boys," then turned to them.
"Grab your coats!"
There wasn't much arguing with the little spit fire so they went with it. Calling a cab and climbing in coats and all. The crime scene had already been examined by both men and John had spent the day fallowing after Sherlock trying to pice together the almost solved case.
Now it was off to St. Bart's for a few tests and then who knew where. The group was sitting in the cab with Sherlock and John on the ends. Ellie was oddly short so her heels didn't hit the floor and because of this she kept hitting Sherlock which ended in his hand on her thy and an odd array of half apologies half it's all your faults. This lead into a description of the case.
"Three men found dead in there apartments. Cause of death heart failure, wrong. They all had small incision on the nape of their necks. Poisoned? No, blunt force trauma to the heart. No bruising anywhere on their bodies, again wrong. In the incision was a small nail. Like a fingernail but not human and defiantly not the killer's. No hit man is stupid enough to leave themselves at a crime scene. These were hits. Expertly done but the killers still in a training of sorts. The incisions were amateur at best. When the nail was removed it reviled the true existent of the damage. It allowed me to see a message left behind." Sherlock concluded. Was he done?
"So where's the damage?" John asked
Sherlock gave him a look of disbelief. "I thought it was obvious."
"The heart?" Ellie asked. Sherlock replied with a condescending 'no'. Ellie gave it a little more thought. "Brain?" No again. Her was getting nowhere when a light went off in her head. No, I couldn't be. Then again these weren't humans they were talking about. "His veins?"
"They were all burst at the same time. Unfortunately their oxidized blood caused all three men to turn red." Sherlock said passively, she took a little longer than he would have liked but she got there.
"Can all demons do that?" Ellie asked. The prospect of this murder was fascinating but she really wouldn't like it to happen to her. To her relief Sherlock shock his head.
"No. At first it seemed like a witch being that this seemed to be a spell. However it wasn't and it wasn't a demon ether."
Sensing Sherlock wasn't going to revel much else Ellie and John talked about living arrangements. Other than the ones Sherlock had mentioned. Luckily Ellie loved the violin. She secretly hoped he'd play it every night. The snoring she could care less for.
She got to know more about John. She learned a little bit about family and his current girlfriend. He seemed to dance around his new genetics saying it was simply interesting.
When they pulled up to Sant Bart's it never really occurred to her who she might see there. So when they got closer to the morgue it all sort of came to a head. Sherlock opened to doors to the morgue and there stood Molly dutifully waiting.
"Molly?" Ellie was surprised to say the least
"Ellie what are you doing here?" Molly asked worried.
Sherlock huffed again how was everyone around him so simple minded.
"Ellie's working this case with us." Why else would she be here. He added internally.
"She can't-" Molly started but Ellie cut in.
"Been there done that I'm working this case. Sorry Molly."
Molly flondered a little before giving up. She knew there were only two people that could change her mind in this world. She could only hope the Sherlock or better yet John could worm there way onto that list.
Although she was routing for John seeing as Sherlock wasn't very touchy feely.
"You know each other?" John asked. Molly was the first to nod. "We accidentally met on Skype a few years back. We've been in touch ever since." "She helped me get my job." Ellie added "She's been like a big sister to me."
John wasn't dumb. Not in any sense of the word. He knew they were leaving something out. And if he had to guess it probably had something to do with the bandages on Ellie's wrists. Molly was more than a sister to Ellie. He just knew she was all Ellie had.
Sherlock swept into the room opening the body bag and reveling the first dead man. His name was Anthony Carlton, he was murdered in his apartment on the 16th floor. No forced entry or so it would seem as Sherlock easily revealed another seal on the door. This was the same with the other victims homes.
What was also the same was the incision which wasn't discovered until after it had been taken to the morgue and Molly looked over it. Anderson missing a key bit of evidence. How unlike him.
The seal on their homes however was the oddest part of the murders. The victims had administered the seals minutes before death. A seal that only allowed humans. What human had access to all these items. Not to mention the nail.
The nail was rare and worth obscene amounts of money. A hit man couldn't hope to make that much. Let alone buy three.
This just brought him back to the victims. A Jeweler, A Gardener, and a Pizza delivery boy. None of them were anything special. Who would want to kill them. They had nothing in common. Maybe the soul human in the room could give him a clue.
To Sherlocks knowledge Ellie had never seen a dead body before entering that room. And in all honesty she was taking it well. Maybe to well. She hadn't said a word since she had seen Molly. She had been casually watching him work and taking in all the information he had to offer.
She only begin to talk again when Molly asked a rather off topic question.
"So about the double date thing..." Molly trailed off. This got Johns attention as well.
"Moll... It's kind of soon don't you think. We broke up three weeks ago." The same amount of time she had been in London, Sherlock noted.
"We'll yah but he's really nice and-" Ellie decided to cut her off.
"Molly... So was he." And that was that. She seemed to stop Molly in her tracks. "So are you living with Sherlock?" She asked changing the subject. "More or less still have to finish unpacking, you know if Sherlocks done going thru my things."
"I've seen all I need too." Sherlock announced. Leaning over the most recent body. One Ellie hadn't given much thought about till know. "Wait you said that the murderer left a message. What was it?" All Sherlock did was motion to the body.
Ellie took a better look at the body. His skin was red like the others with one big differences. Somehow his blood had pooled to create a bizarre tattoo. One of a Dragon.
Ellie was breath taken away. A dragon. How? She was still in sight shock when Sherlock got a call. After he ended to call he had a smile on his face. "Another one." He called before dashing out.
John waited a second for Ellie only to be over taken by the young girl. A grin spread across her face as well. If this was her life now she could die happy. John however was just glad to get away from the smell of death.
Yet again they were in a cab heading who knew where. All Ellie could think about was the murder mystery in front of her. John was wondering where they were going and Sherlock. Well Sherlock was trying to figure out the girl next to him.
Eleanor Rose. Who was she? What had happened to make her cut ties and run?
In his musing he only just noticed they were pulling up to the crime scene. The Scene of the Blue Woman.