SHERLOCK'S POV

Poison. Poison describes everything about her. Her hair, her eyes, her personality, everything so perfect that it poisons you just by looking at her. Her lips darker than fresh droplets of blood and poisonous than the bite of a snake. Her eyes sharper than a fresh frozen icicle that would cut right through you with just a glance and so much like mine it's like staring into a mirror. Her skin paler than a ghost, and sicker than a child that took it's final breath, and hair darker than the darkest night without a moon to shine the way. She was evil, she was so nice … so kind at first, and then the poison kicks in. She wasn't a butterfly with the beauty of a million queens, she was a snake, a snake that gives no warning and strikes within the blink of an eye. She's a manipulative genius with secrets beyond anyone's single imagination. But that isn't all, She eases her way into your life. With just a single glance she has you locked under her spell. Just one glance, and it makes you yearn for more. Just one glance and she's all you think about, constantly. She was an evil beyond all evils. Abrielle Watson. That was her name, a name that only revealed itself to you when she had marked you, poisoned you, made you hers. She was a shadow, appearing and disappearing as if by magic. That was her alright, and yes … she is all I can think about, don't judge me. I mean, how did she just appear and disappear wherever she wanted to go? I surely would have heard her behind me being the detective I am. Unless, she has training in that sort of field, which wouldn't surprise me. Then, if that were the case, how did she know where we were all the time? She didn't just know, that was for sure and it certainly wasn't luck. So did that mean someone was telling her where we were? Was someone tracking us? And the one question … the main question I wanted to know the answer to is why am I always thinking about her? I knew that she was a puzzle to me, a puzzle that needed solving, but why was she always in my thoughts? Her image was seared into my mind palace, in fact she just wandered around up there looking through memories and things that were not even hers! No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get her out of my head! It was the reason that I avoided her now. I didn't care where she was, or when she'd be back, I just wanted her away from here. I wanted my mind clear to solve this case, the case of the dead banker. I wanted to find out what the graffiti, the so called warning meant. And Abrielle constantly bouncing around my thoughts was definitely not helping that. I just couldn't do it! Not without help. She was distracting me too much to solve this all on my lonesome. I needed someone to tell me what needed to be done, question my every move, someone like … John. Yes, John would do. He was an idiot with a low IQ and a high tolerance for questioning every little thing. Where was he? He should be around here somewhere shouldn't he? No, he said he was doing something or another and I vaguely remember him walking out the door. But that was practically hours ago! Shouldn't he be back by now? Yes, yes he should be. In fact from John's walking pace, and the amount of steps it takes him to walk throughout London I'd say he should of been back a good ten minutes ago. Exactly ten minutes from the sound of someone … supposedly John, walking up the stairs. I needed his help, and his help I would most certainly get, late or not.

"I said, 'Could you pass me a pen?'" I stated, not even acknowledging John's presence, in the process.

"What? When?" I heard him question, the sound of him throwing his coat onto the rack resounding through the small flat.

"'Bout an hour ago." I replied, rolling my eyes at his very human question. He was confused, there was no doubt about that. Not everyone could observe like me, but really? Asking two different questions at the same time? I'm pretty sure even a child would know what I mean by such a simple statement. When I said I asked for a pen it literally means that I want a pen, obviously.

"Didn't notice I'd gone out, then." He sighed, throwing a pen my way, my eyes not even opening for one second as I caught the pen with my left hand. Alright, yes I may have lead him on for conversation sake. I may have needed a pen before, but I didn't need it now. I was saying that to get John interested in this case, start a conversation. Not to actually write something down. And as for noticing he left, well I vaguely remember him saying he was going somewhere. I did know he left, I just … forgot.

"Yeah, I went to see about a job at that surgery." John elaborated, walking towards the pictures on the mirror.

"How was it?" I questioned, trying to find out more information. He seemed almost distracted, like his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of something or someone else. I needed to know more, what was he thinking about?

"It's great. She's great." He said, looking happily towards the pictures that hung there. Who was great, who is he talking about? Maybe a woman has poisoned his mind too, slipping her toxin into him without him even noticing and corrupting his mind.

"Who?" I asked him, trying to find out, who if anyone had damned the pair of us with such ill fate. Who was great? Who was this mystery she that had consumed all of John's mind leaving him just as distracted as me?

"The job." He announced, snapping himself out of his distracted thoughts.

"She?" I asked, trying to figure out who exactly he was referring to. He wasn't talking about the Job, he was talking about a feline, the devil that had sunk her claws into him. It couldn't be Abrielle, I knew that for certain now considering he looked more joyful, as if he were daydreaming. Siblings never did that, they bickered and rolled their eyes at each other and looked at eachother as if they were better than the other, not with joy. Besides, the probability that John saw Abrielle at his job interview is next to none, which obviously means it's another woman. But who?

"... It." He quickly corrected, staring at the pictures with fake interest as though he didn't want to have this conversation.

"So in the short amount of time I've been out John's managed to get a girlfriend and you've managed to do absolutely nothing." A voice from the doorway proclaimed, a voice so very familiar it took all my self control not to look up at the evil beyond all evils that had cursed me. I don't know how she knew we were going to be here first of all, I mean we could be half way across London trying to solve the case for all she knew. And second, not only did she figure out John's distracting thoughts so easily but she openly mocked me in front of others. This needs to end now, I need to set the record straight once and for all.

"I haven't been doing nothing … in fact I've done much more than you have." I stated with a smile, turning to where she stood in the doorway.

"Sure you were." She mocked rolling her eyes at me, and crossing her arms across her chest.

"You were out doing who knows what while I've been focusing on the case." I replied, narrowing my eyes at her, walking towards her with an icy glare. I had spent hours posting these pictures up and trying to figure out what it meant. I scoured my mind palace, searched online … anything and everything to find out the meaning of the cypher. As far as I know she could have gone out for a stroll, nothing of importance for this case.

"You don't even know where I went? I thought you were the great genius with all the answers?" Abrielle questioned sarcastically, giving me a winning smirk.

"Yeah well I've obviously been busy." I replied, my glare turning into a frown.

"We both know that that is a load of bull." She replied cocking her hip to the side, her smile widening even further. It wasn't the complete truth, I mean I was busy … but I have thought a lot about where she could have gone. I just couldn't come up with a plausible place she could have been!

"Whatever you say." I said flippantly, walking over to my seat and sitting down, looking back at the pictures I had previously been trying to figure out. What did it mean? I know it's a warning and it was meant for Van Coon … but what did this threatening little note translate to? What did it mean in words?

"What have you got on the case?" Abrielle questioned, coming up to the pictures and taking a closer look. I saw her, her eyes calculating, soaking in everything … trying to translate every little detail into a deduction. This was one thing that had us both stumped, neither of us knew what this note meant.

"Last night a journalist was shot dead in his flat; doors locked, windows bolted from the inside – exactly the same as Van Coon." I explained, watching as the gears in her head began to turn. She knew. Of course she knew, it was after all something even an idiot like John would understand. Our little gymnast has killed another one.

"Good job, you did some work. Gold Star, genius." Abrielle answered back. She gave me a sarcastic smile, all the joy in her face showing plainly in her eyes as she turned on the spot and walked casually into my room, shutting and locking the door behind her.

"She just went in your room." John remarked, looking from me towards my room in surprise. It's as if he didn't realize that I already knew this information already. I mean seriously, he was just stating the obvious. And let me tell you it was very annoying, very annoying indeed. I did have eyes after all, I could use them myself.

"I know." I replied to him, looking towards him in amusement. I couldn't very well tell her to get out of my room, and I knew better than to outright demand that she get out of my room. She could end up beating me to the floor if I ever did that. Besides, she could use my room I wasn't using it at the moment so why can't she?

"So what was that all about, the whole you've been too busy to deduct where she's been thing."

"I can't deduce her, John, that's the problem!" I exclaimed, rubbing my hand through my hair in frustration. That was the whole problem with all of this. I didn't know her, I didn't understand her, I couldn't read her.

"You did the first time you met her she told me." He said, turning to look at me in confusion. The first time didn't count … when we met she was playing a role, a disguise to throw me away from the real her. None of that matters, what matters is here and now, and I don't know a single real thing about her. Nothing of serious importance other than the fact that she's John's sister of course.

"Yeah, but everything we know about her is a lie, the first time I met her doesn't count. Now counts John, and now I can't deduce a single thing about her. I look at her and all I see is a bunch of question marks!" I explained, my tone frantic and very much hurried. I was confused by that short feisty little hobbit, the girl with the coal black hair, and the diamond eyes. She was a mystery to me, an enigma. And unfortunately she was an enigma I just couldn't solve. She was impossible.

"Wow, the great Sherlock Holmes doesn't know something. I didn't think I'd live to see the day." John replied, looking at me with a smirk, a smirk that practically screamed that he was trying his best to rub in the fact that I was stumped on something … and that that 'something' just happened to be his annoying little sister.

"She's an unknown, and that is something that really bothers me." I said, glancing back towards my room where the girl now was. She was the woman that haunted my dreams, the girl that I thought about everyday and every night, and the woman that beat me. She was the one person to finally stump a genius like myself. And I hate to admit it, but it bugs me so very much. I needed to know, I needed to know who she is. I needed to understand.

"You'll figure it out, you always do."

"I sure hope so, John." I replied, staring at my bedroom door thoughtfully. Who was this girl … the girl with the claws like poison, and the lips of sugary lies and deceit. Who was this woman that fought like a million men, and acted like a child. Who was this person who was so amazing, yet such a mystery at the same time. Who was Abrielle Watson for real?