Hola people! So this is chapter 2 and if you noticed, I changed the name of the story. The only warnings in this are some light language and describing a crime. Thank you for clicking this story and I hope you enjoy :)

I DON'T OWN SHERLOCK OR AND RIGHTS TO IT!

John slowly rose from sleep at the sound of Sherlock's phone going off. Both men had fallen asleep cuddling on the couch with the television on. John felt Sherlock shift and heard him groan in annoyance at the phone. Sherlock reached into his pocket as he rubbed the sleep out of his face and yawned. "Hello?" John could vaguely hear that it was Lestrade and heard something about a murder. "Yes we will be there shortly," with that, Sherlock hung up the phone and put his arm over his eyes and sighed.

"We have a case John." Sherlock went from annoyed to happy in seconds. He jumped up in joy. "We have a case John!" John laughed at his enthusiasm as Sherlock ran into his bedroom to get changed.

"Well we have to eat first plus I have work to get to... SHIT!" John launched up in shock as he looked at the clock. It was 9:45 and John was supposed to be at work at 8:00. John rushed over and grabbed his phone, dialling his works number.

"Hello London walk in Sarah speaking how can I help you?" The happy female voice of Sarah answered.

"Sarah it's John, I sort of slept in I am so sorry!" John said in a rush trying to get himself sorted out.

"Well John how are we this morning? I noticed when I came in that you weren't around. I figured you and Sherlock had a late one?" Sarah said and John could hear a slight tease behind her voice.

"I am so sorry I wasn't in bed I fell asleep on the couch and I can't hear my alarm from there and..."

"John! Don't worry about it. I already have you covered. After seeing the news this morning, I figured Sherlock would want you on the case anyways. And I have to ask, did you and Sherlock...?" The question was obvious. Since their relationship started, Sarah and John had looked past their previous relationship and had become friends. John and Sarah would always talk about their relationships since John was a little nervous about being in a relationship with another man and Sarah just loved to rant about her relationships.

"Oh well thank you. I am so sorry again about everything. Is the case on the news already?" John was hoping to avoid the question.

"No problem again and yes they found some girl and she was killed and dumped in the middle of Victoria Park and John, don't try to avoid the last question," Sarah said with a little teasing voice. She heard John sigh.

"No Sarah we haven't. As I told you before I still don't know how he would handle it. He still gets nervous when I cuddle up to him. I don't even want to think about how he would react to seeing me naked!" John whispered in slight annoyance.

"Well you need to talk to him about it. Don't think you are going to go anywhere of you two don't talk it out first. Now go solve the case and enjoy a long weekend off. Hopefully I will see you Monday! Bye John!"

"Bye." John sighed and hung up the phone just as Sherlock bound dressed from upstairs. Sherlock had John's clothes in his arm and tossed them to him to get dressed.

"So since you have the day off I assume we can catch a cab down to Victoria Park and meet Lestrade there. It's nice out so you don't need a jacket." Sherlock said quickly whilst getting his trench coat and scarf on.

"Well I need to eat first Sherlock so no need to rush." John said as he made his way to the kitchen only to have Sherlock grab his arm and drag him towards the front door.

"No time for that! Mrs. Hudson already left some food in her shop for you to eat and you already know that I can't eat so grab it on the way down." Sherlock dragged him down the stairs and practically threw him towards the shop. John ran in and grabbed the take out bag and the take out cup of coffee waiting for him. He stepped outside just as Sherlock had summoned a cab. "Come now John. The game is on."

Sherlock made his way to the park and quickly noticed the body surrounded by police officers. The girl was young around 20 and was surprisingly clean. She was only in her bra and underwear but showed no signs of being raped. She had a symbol of what appeared to be a 7 on her stomach but clearly wasn't and by the looks of the cut, it was done when she was alive. There was a stab wound over her heart which must have been how she died.

He looked at her wrists and ankles and could tell that she was clearly bound at one point. He took the rubber gloves that Lestrade handed out for him and put them on. He kneeled down next to her and turned her body over slightly to look at her back. She had red spray paint residue on her back but it was all smudge suggesting she was lying on it. He looked up at her right shoulder and noticed a strange burn mark on it. Upon further inspection, Sherlock noticed it was a demonic symbol and it was done last night which would have been the time of her abduction.

Sherlock put her body back down and noticed something on the body and hair. Sherlock rubbed his finger through her hair and got some water with small grains in it. He sniffed at the water and smelt that it was salt water. Her hair and body was soaked in the salt water for reasons Sherlock couldn't quite pin point. He stood up and walked over to Lestrade.

"So what is it with the body?" Lestrade asked as Sherlock approached them. John was standing next to Lestrade waiting for his boyfriend to come to his final guess. John smiled to himself at thinking wow Sherlock is my boyfriend he still couldn't believe it.

"What do you know about the girl?" Sherlock asked removing his gloves.

"Well this is 22 year old Lily Maybell. She was a prostitute who would steal from the men that would buy her services. She is said to tie them up and take all their money and jewellery but other than that, there isn't much known about her." Lestrade finished after saying everything he remembered about her.

"Lily was abducted and her wrists and ankles were bound to hold her down. On her right shoulder she has a tattoo that was burnt onto her skin of a demonic pentagram which would have been done about the time she was abducted. She was laid down onto a cold surface, most likely a floor with red spray paint recently painted on which she has smudged onto her back. She is covered in salt water and the scar on her stomach was done when she was alive. The stab wound to her heart was the wound that killed her. This wasn't the place she was killed obviously and she was stripped down and brought here to be found" Sherlock said quickly looking at both Lestrade and John.

"Okay, so the symbol looks like a 7 which means what exactly?" Lestrade asked confused looking over at the body.

"I don't believe it's a 7. It looks too well done to me and if you notice here, "Sherlock pointed towards the space where the two lines connect. "The lines are far thinner than the ends and it was done on purpose. This is some sort of symbol but I'm not sure where it's from or what it means."

"Well can you figure it out?" Lestrade asked. Sherlock looked at him in dumbly.

"Well obviously. John, let's go." Sherlock said turning abruptly and John had to run slightly to catch up to him. John looked around and noticed some reporters that spotted them clearly wanting some information.

"Shit, Sherlock come on." Sherlock looked up calmly then slight panic was on his face upon seeing reporters. He didn't like them and wanted nothing to do with them. They brought back too many memories of that night. As cameras were shoved in their faces, Sherlock heard a distant voice from the street.

"Come on boys, I'll take you home." Lestrade yelled from his own personal car waving them over towards him. Both man ran and got into the car. As soon as the car doors were closed, Lestrade sped off and away from the reporters. "Well isn't that just a pain in the arse."

"Agreed. Thanks Greg." John said huffing for breath.

"No problem." Lestrade drove them over to 221B so that John and Sherlock could start working on the case.

A television was illuminating the dark, windowless room. The news was flashing on the screen showing Sherlock and John rushing into a car and getting away from the cameras. The man smiled behind his tea and laughed to himself. He shut off the telly and heard steps walking on the floor above him.

"Soon you will be mine," he said in a small whisper and prepared to go upstairs to see what unlucky bastard had been taken by one of his own. He put down his tea and walked up the stairs.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! If you have any questions or suggestions or just want to chat, feel free to review or message me :) Thank you for reading! :D

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