The Fear
Joan stared at the crime scene photos as Sherlock and Kitty talked about the case. The woman had been dead over an hour before she had been found. It seemed the doctor had a reputation for being punctual, when she had missed her shift's start time the senior nurse and doctor had called the police. She sighed heavily looking at the photographs the crime scene investogators had taken.
"She was the same age as me." Joan sighed quietly. Bell nodded. It was obvious the intention had been to find a victim that resembled Joan in as many ways possible.
"A surgical resident at the hospital, oriental descent. Look at her." Gregson sighed. "She was picked because."
"She looks like me." Joan sighed. "It's Moriarty, first someone from Sherlock's Narcotics Anonymous group now a woman who looks like me and just happens to be a surgical resident." She shook her head sadly. "I dunno why she is doing this but if she wants to scare me then she has succeeded."
"No." Kitty stated firmly. "No she isn't going to scare us. If she does that then she really has won. I dunno what it is about this woman that has you so wound up. She's a murderer, a criminal. We stop them. Its what we do."
"Ah, the voice of youth." Sherlock sighed. "You cannot even begin to understand the evil genius this woman possesses."
"I know you think she's a genius because you slept with her." Kitty folded her arms. Joan blushed furiously as Sherlock remained impassive. It was the truth, he had slept with Jamie Moriarty, only then she had been Irene Adler. He rocked back on his heels as she appraised him. He knew Kitty was aware of his past with Moriarty but he had no idea how much she knew. He had been keen to keep the details to himself but reasoned that Kitty was intelligent enough to work out a lot of what had happened. He wasn't about to elucidate on the sordid story of his disasterous lovelife.
"I know she's a genius because once again she has eluded us." Sherlock sighed. "What has this poor woman got to tie her to the others? I assume Moriarty isn't going to pick a victim based on looks and occupation."
"She's perverse." Joan sat down heavily. Gregson nodded in agreement. He knew Sherlock was worried about Watson. If he was honest so was he.
"She is certainly that. And she is dangerous." Gregson looked directly at her. "Joan, I'm sorry but you are a target."
"Yeah."
"We already suspected as much." Sherlock snapped. Joan nodded. "But now she had to have some poor woman killed to make a point." He watched Kitty glare at them. "Problem?"
"She's a genius! I thought you were supposed to be! She killed a former IV drug user. She killed a surgeon. I'm betting my cloan is next. She's showing you she can kill you because she already has!"
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