A/N: Sorry guys, this fic is AU all the way. I get lazy and don't put it in the summary lol. Might change things up a bit as I go along. I'm trying my best to keep Sherlock In-character (it's so hard guys, OMG). So please, bare with me. Anyway, might do daily updates If I get the chance to. Enjoy.

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Chapter Two – Tattoo

John was no help last night. Very boring, kept going on about Sarah and his horrific date. Apparently, it didn't bode well for the happy couple.

He took her out to dinner. How wonderful.

I advised him not to go, because she had been married to another man who lived in the states somewhere. Possibly New York. No wait, I'm positive. The locket she held around her neck looked tattered and used; not completely old to be an heirloom and not extremely new to be recently bought. Plus there was a faded ring band around her finger.

She must have just gotten out of a relationship. A gold digger, perhaps. Not sure what she wants with John, but he insists that she's actually a nice woman.

Idiot. Bumbling idiot.

Anyway – that conversation bores me. Moving on.

I got bored again and went to find that woman, the Asian one. John kept spewing a bunch of nonsense about holes in the wall and told me to take my experiments else where. I had been trying to find the exact spot a hidden camera would be undetected, but obviously that didn't go over well. Even Mrs. Hudson was against it.

I never liked animals. Never.

So I found her in the park, sitting down under a shaded tree. Her eyes were downcast upon a medical text book out in front of her while her fingers rapidly flew across a spiral notebook with messy cursive.

I couldn't be bothered with her studies. I've taken the course over a dozen times already.

But something caught my eye when she suddenly lifted her head up to rub her sore neck. I had to admit – my attention had been piqued. There, at the junction where her jawline and neck connected, was a barely visible tattoo of a blue crescent.

It was small, about half an inch of my index finger. Pale blue, almost faded into her skin.

I couldn't quite place where she might have gotten it done. Her homeland, maybe? Because the tattoo seemed to be imprinted into her very skin.

Which is highly impossible. Yet, there it is, upon her bare, tanned flesh.

- SH