"Who's this?" A man asks as soon as we step into the building. There are people in jumpsuits, doing police stuff.

"This is my new temporary roommate, Patricia Jennifer." Sherlock says. "She's replacing John."

"Call me Trish," I shake hands with him and he smiles at me.

"Greg. Greg Lestrade. It's a pleasure."

Sherlock grabs my arm and pulls me away. I start to protest but fall silent when I see the body lying in the middle of the floor. "Um, Sherlock?" I say.

He's examining the body but looks back at me. "Yes?"

"This is my first dead body. Remember that? And it's kind of disgusting." I add and feel vomit rise in my throat. I retch and he looks worried.

"You look pale. Sweaty. Sick?" He asks and I nod. "Oh dear. Maybe you should stay outside until you can brave it." He suggests and I shoot out of the door.

Taking deep breaths, I wait for a few minutes. Eventually a woman comes out and I smile at her. "The freak sent me to see how you are." She says. "I'm Sally Donovan."

"What do you mean freak?" I say.

"He's a psychopath-" she starts.

"Sociopath," I interrupt. "He's a sociopath. Do your research."

"Ahem."

I look up to see Sherlock looking at me strangely. I awkwardly smile and Sally Donovan mutters something to herself. "Shall we go, Trish?" He says. "I know a great little Italian around the corner."

"Sure. I'm starving." I smile and we start to walk. I look behind me as I hear a snort and see the woman shaking her head.

Xxx

"So that Sally Donovan, she calls you freak?" I tuck into my pepperoni pizza hungrily.

"Yes. She thinks my deduction skills are freakish but she's just jealous. And she keeps calling me a psychopath. They all do."

"But you're really a sociopath," I finish for him. "Pizza?"

"No thanks. What you said to her back there, he's a sociopath, not a psychopath do your research."

"What about it?" I blush. It's embarrassing being caught defending the eccentric psychotic man you just met that day.

"I said that to this annoying guy calls Anderson once. The first case I did with John actually. I told him that very same phrase." Sherlock says and checks his phone as I process that. Does that mean something big in Sherlock's eyes? I ask that and he just smiles. "We need to go to the morgue."

"Please don't say we're looking at bodies." I weaken but he's already outside, hailing a taxi. He's already paid so I quickly run outside and get in the taxi before it sets off.

"Can we get something to eat first from a shop? I want some chewing gum." I say and Sherlock sighs.

Xxx

We arrive outside the hospital, me blowing bubbles and Sherlock shooting me annoyed looks. I finally take the gum out and put it in the bin. He relaxes. Then I bring out my chocolate bar.

"Want some?" I offer when I see him glaring at me.

"I don't eat on cases." He says as we arrive in the morgue.

"Why?"

"Digestion slows me down." He replies.

"Sherlock Holmes, that's ridiculous and you know it!" I snap and hold out the bar. Lestrade and Donovan start to look at us. Sherlock folds his arms and gives the impression of a stubborn child.

"No."

"Eat. It will keep your strength up."

"No."

"Fine. But if you faint, I'm not catching you." I say and he shrugs.

"I never faint." Sherlock says before turning to the police officers. "Lestrade, why are we here?"

Then Lestrade says a whole load of police stuff that I don't understand and Sherlock starts to inspect the body. I take a deep breath and go to join him; thinking that his presence will be comforting somehow. "What are we looking for?" I whisper.

"A tattoo. Three centimetres by four centimetres and red. It looks like blood apparently."

"Who would want a tattoo like that?" I frown.

"You know what the best tattoo to get is? I've been suggesting that John get one." Sherlock trails his fingers over the corpse's chest.

"What's the best tattoo?" I say before he gets distracted.

"A picture of my face on his back then he could show people it when he gets kidnapped by people who think he's me and no-one would be so conceited to get a tattoo of themselves." He pokes the body and I flinch, half-expecting it to move.

"Does he get kidnapped often?"

"Surprisingly yes. I don't know who would think he's me. I'm a genius and he's...well, compared to everyone else my brain is like a buzzing thriving bee-hive and everyone else's are..."

"Dead bee-hives with one bee?" I suggest but he ignores me.

"Hmm," he examines the dead body with interest.

"What?" Lestrade jumps up. "What have you found?"

"Very interesting." Sherlock ignores him too and I notice his expression. He looks curious and interested in the body. It was the same expression he looked at me with when I defended him against Donovan.

"What is interesting?" I poke his arm and he stares at me.

"Hmm?"

"What's interesting?" I repeat in exasperation and he blinks, apparently confused. Then a small smile flashes across his face.

"Oh! Nothing! I remembered something I have to do for Mrs Hudson. Must dash. Come on, Trish." He drags me out and as soon as we get out of the hospital, he starts to speed-walk down the street.

"What's up?" I ask and he holds my hand as we pass a man on his phone. The man briefly looks up and scans us. I pretend to smile at Sherlock until the man is out of earshot then glare at him. "We're in danger, aren't we?" I demand.

"That man had removed his tattoo but you could see traces of it. Black flower. A black lotus flower."

"So?"

"It's a Chinese smuggling gang with something against me." Sherlock tells me. "They'll be looking for a tall man at crime scenes and a soldier. They won't be expecting you. The leader was murdered but they will know generally how I look." He adds and I sigh.

"Am I going to get killed because of you, Mr Holmes?" I say then realise he's still holding my hand. I get my hand free and he looks surprised like he had forgotten he was holding it. Makes two of us.

"Hopefully not." He replies as we get onto Baker Street. "I've grown fond of you. You're like my accessory."

Thank you all for the support and I hope you keep reading! I'm gonna send you all invisible scarfs and Sherlock-style coats.