I'm so sorry this is so late! I've been really distracted lately, and I haven't been that inspired to write. Here's this short one to tide you over for now, and I'll get the next one up soon.


When we reach the floor that the body is on, everyone is staring at us. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why, as Sherlock grips my hand tightly to his. I try to pull away and put some space between us, but he doesn't have it, pulling me towards a familiar face.

"Who's this?" He asks, not remembering me from earlier.

"She's with me," Sherlock states.

"Yeah, but who is she?" He asks again.

"With me." Sherlock finally lets my hand go, going for some gloves.

"I'm Jane Watson," I introduce myself, holding my hand out for him to shake. He takes it hesitantly, looking me up and down.

"Lestrade. Why are you here?" He suddenly asks, annoyed.

"I'm Sherlock's flatmate, he asked me to be here," I explain.

"Well, alright. Her name's Jennifer Wilson, according to her credit cards. We're running them now for contact details. Hasn't been here long, couple of kids found her," Lestrade fills us in as we all enter the room. Sherlock gets down to examine the body, and I follow his every movement. I make mental notes every time his hands run over the body.

Jacket wet, collar dry. Umbrella unused. Jewelry clean, wedding ring dirty.

"So, are you and Sherlock a-" Lestrade begins, but I don't let him finish.

"Shut up, I'm paying attention."

Shiny interior, regularly removed. Serial adulterer.

"So, Watson, what do you think?" Sherlock asks, snapping me out of my thinking.

"She's German. RACHE is german for revenge, I think she's trying to-" Anderson starts from the doorway.

"I'm sorry, is your name Watson? Didn't think so, but thank you for your input," I tell him with a hint of sarcasm as he backs away from the room. "Serial Adulterer," I tell Sherlock. The beginnings of a small smile form, but it instantly drops from his face.

"So," Sherlock starts, looking at Lestrade. "Where's her case?"

"What case?" He asks in return.

"What? There has to be a case." I object.

"There wasn't one when we got here."

"But- but-" Sherlock stutters before shutting himself up.

"Let's think of this logically," I start. "She hasn't checked in to her hotel yet, she'd look better. Don't ask how I know hotel," I point at Lestrade, who closes his mouth quickly. "She's traveling, and knowing her type means that her case matches..." My eyes rest on the body. "Pink."

"Yes!" Sherlock exclaims, clapping his hands. He runs to leave the room, but turns around in the doorway to look at me. "You coming?"

"Nah, it'll be quicker without me, see you at home." He nods and makes his escape, running down the stairs.

"I have never seen him that domestic. How did you do that?" Lestrade asks in wonder.

"Best not to question it," I respond. "I think I'll leave you to it." I start towards the stairs, but a firm hand on my shoulder holds me back. I flinch slightly and close my eyes. Please don't, Papa.

"You're like him, yeah? The whole 'sociopath' thing? Is that why he's dragging you around?"

"I don't know, Inspector." I answer quickly, happy to put several kilometers between me and him.

"Are you alright?"

"Of course, Inspector."

"Well, you can go. I'm not holding you here or anything." I nod and begin walking down the steps. Before I could step out of the building, I literally run into Sergeant Donovan.

"He's gone. He does that you know, runs off. Didn't look like he was coming back," I can tell she's trying to get me to rethink my choices, but it doesn't work.

"That was the plan. Can I go home now?" I ask in return. She looks at me silently for a moment before nodding, stepping aside. Finally leaving the crime scene, I smile to myself. Finally, something fun is going on. And a nice quiet stroll helps, too. A sudden ringing breaks me from my thoughts. I look up and around in search of the sound, my eyes resting on a phone booth. Seeing no one around, I duck into it and answer the phone.

"Hello?" I ask, uncertain.

"There is a security camera on the building to your left, do you see it?" A somewhat familiar voice answers.

"Yeah, and?"

"Watch." It slowly moves away from its original position, pointing in a different direction.

"Why are you doing this?"

"There is another on the building opposite you, do you see it?" He doesn't answer my question, but I know I'll have the chance to ask him later.

"And finally, one on the building to your right." The camera does like the first two, swiveling to point in a new direction.

"Get into the car, Dr. Watson." A sleek black car drives up next to the phone booth as I hang up. I hesitate for a moment, but climb inside.

A woman sits on her phone in the backseat.

"What's your name?" I ask, trying to make small talk.

"Uhh, Anthea," she replies slowly.

"That a fake name?"

"Oh yes." She smiles a bit, but stays quiet the rest of the way. We soon stop, and Anthea motions for me to get out. I do as she says, getting out of the car and into an underground parking ramp. A man stands by himself, leaning on an umbrella.

"Hello Mycroft."


Cliff hanger! This is the only place I could actually find a spot to stop, so it'll work for now. As I said before, I'll have the next one up soon.

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