Thank you DD for your review. I'm so glad that you find this creepy (that means I'm writing this right) :o)
This chapter may be a little shorter than others but we get a glimpse into John & Mary's married life. Next chapter (hopefully I will get it up tonight or tomorrow (days are getting crazy)) will be more on the victims. That chapter will definitely stick to the creepiness.
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's Sherlock.
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John and Mary were having a rarity. Dinner with candle light, champagne and not a fussy baby who's first tooth is coming in or a certain consulting detective.
"Happy Anniversary." John clicked his glass with Mary's.
Mary giggled, "Happy Anniversary love."
"Tell me, Mrs. Watson, would you like dinner first or dessert?" John asked.
"How about you give me a little taste of desert?" Mary teased as she leaned over and kissed her husband.
Dinner would be skipped as they continued their kiss. **buzz** **buzz**
They broke away from their kiss as John rolled his eyes. "Don't answer it." Mary said.
"Answer what? Must be a wrong number." John said as he placed his cell phone under a couch pillow.
"Good." Mary laughed as she continued to kiss her husband again.
Faintly they could hear **buzz** *buzz** ...**buzz** **buzz** then silence.
Ring...Ring...Ring...
"Ok, now he's calling the house." Mary crossed her arms.
"Hold on." John said as he went to the phone hanging in the kitchen.
"No." John said to Sherlock on the other line.
"No? John, this is very important." Sherlock said.
"Yeah, well we are celebrating our wedding anniversary." John said.
"Wedding anniversary? But that's another two months away." Sherlock scoffed.
"Yes, but we figured if we celebrated early we'd get away with it." John said.
"Celebrate in 2 months. Now come to Baker St. at once." Sherlock said and then ended the call.
John pushed end on the cordless and placed it back on the receiver. "Sorry hun."
Mary waved him off. "We tried." she said.
"Love you." John said as he walked out the door.
"Love you too." Mary said back as the door closed.
When John arrived at Baker St. he found Mycroft to be there instead.
"Evening Mycroft." John greeted.
"Good evening John. How is Mrs. Watson?" Mycroft asked.
"Good -she's good." John said. John watched as a man sat at a computer, clicking through video. "Sherlock around?"
"I am afraid you have just missed him. But he asks for you to stay until he has returned." Mycroft said.
John nodded. He walked over to where the man was working on the computer. "Is that Alvin street? That's just three streets away from Mary and I."
"Jennifer Mason, 4th victim of our serial killer. Her place of residence was 2541 Alvin street." Mycroft answered. "Sherlock is there now, looking for traces of her abduction."
When John looked closer at the surveillance, he could see Sherlock there in front of Jennifer Mason's flat.
"Sherlock, have a look around the bush area." Mycroft said over his phone.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, "I have already checked there Mycroft."
"Check again." Mycroft insisted.
Sherlock went back to the thick bushes. He dug his arms through, checking for any clues. Then he heard something drop to the ground underneath. Leaning over, Sherlock picked up a shiny gold heart necklace.
Returning to Baker St., Sherlock pinned the necklace to the wall full pictures of the victims and other evidence.
"I trust Mary was not too upset that I dragged you away?" Sherlock asked as he and John starred back at the wall.
"She'll get over it." John said.
Sherlock folded his hands together in front of his face and closed his eyes. "He's taking more time with the victims." Sherlock stated about the killer.
"What? How do you know that?" John asked.
"Well obviously the time difference has gotten longer before a body is found and," Sherlock grabbed a copy of Molly's unofficial report, "he's drugging them now where before he would just knock them out with chloroform until the victim would just wake up screaming in a buried grave."
"Ahem..." Mycroft cleared his throat.
"Sorry." Sherlock turned around and apologized for his insincerity. "He wants to keep them around longer...Mycroft have you identified the killer yet in any of the surveillance?"
"I am afraid we simply cannot get a good form, brother."