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-Chapter 4: Sherlock-
John was behaving strangely. Its true that he is a doctor and can take care of his self but why is it affecting me this way? Maybe he has been in contact with a virus and subsequently given me that virus? No impossible. I haven't been sick for years plus I'm not showing the same symptoms John is. Then that only brings me back to the original point, 'why would I feel …worried? For john?' I thought. We weren't being chased by a gunman. There wasn't an assassin with John as the mark. There wasn't even so much as a shady hot dog salesman, and I refuse to talk about the events that happened last time that happened. No, this was just an average cold, yet I can't stop my eyes from constantly checking if he has spontaneously fallen ill over the table. I must think about this further after I had finished with the diamonds. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind with the other things to be pondered over and picked at. Among those thoughts was the blanket this morning and the feeling associated with it, or the leftovers that were neatly stacked on the 'food' side of the fridge, not to be confused with the experiments side, I also refuse to talk about the events that happened then.
My mind tried to focus on the gleaming gems but it kept slipping back to the enigma named John. The solider from the war who likes tea, jam, and jumpers with evening telly, seemingly normal in every sense of the word yet there is something, something that makes him different. I admired that difference possibly above all else. I also admired the way he could make me laugh, really laugh not just the chuckle that would appear after a self proclaimed genius would spill his plot, which of course compared to me, was child's play. I also enjoyed the way his smile reminded me of home, something that I hadn't associated with, with anyone for most of my adult life.
'Back to the case' I thought mentally force myself to focus upon the jewelry. The light bouncing off it landed on john and while the sight was amusing, I noticed something particular. "John stay absolutely still" I ordered walking over to check the light reflected on his forehead. As I drew closer I noticed how his back and shoulders tensed visibly. I put my gloved hand on his forehead once more and looked more closely at the triangle of light cast upon his head. I grabbed my magnifying glass and examined further "Sherlock I swear to god if you're looking at a zit or something…" his ranting went off into an incoherent mumble that I could only smile inwardly at. "John! You're brilliant!" I smiled from ear to ear and jumped on the balls of my feet. i turned to the other various jewels scattered on the desk "shine the light on this one" I told him and smiled even further as I went down the line of the gems.
On each gem was a single letter embossed on one of the edges of the stone, and put in the order of the crimes committed the letters spelled out
'Come find me'