Letters To Sherlock

by jessisnotdeadyet

These are the letters that John wrote to Sherlock during the time when he was 'dead'. He left the letters on his grave every week on a Wednesday, starting from one month after the Fall. Includes Johnlock, and these letters lead on to a fanfiction in story form rather than letters which I am currently working on. Mystrade included in such fanfiction. Rated M for later chapters.

17. 06 06 2012

Dear Sherlock,

The woman who came to look at the flat is moving in later today (it's only 5 am). Her name is Nina Bargman, she's twenty-three, and she's just finished her course at the art college. She does design and some creative media, but she mainly paints and does exhibitions of her work. Shall I give you a description of everything I've noticed about her? See how I'm getting on with my deductions? Okay.

Her hair is long, all the way down to her waist, I'd suppose. But when I've seen her she's always had it tied up. That would mean that it gets into her face when she's working, so I assume she always paints standing up. Her hair is also really dark, just like yours was, and sort of curly, but more wavy. It's naturally that way, because a woman who wears absolutely no make-up would probably not be expected to curl her hair every day. It even has flecks of red, blue or white paint in the ends where it's dipped into her paint palette. But the colours are different every day, so she showers a lot, but paints enough to always have some strange colours in her hair.

Her face is always smudged with something, be it paint, charcoal or graphite, and always on the right cheekbone and under her left eye where I assume she itches when the bits of hair that have fallen out of her hair tie tickle her.

Her eyes are constantly bloodshot, which suggests that she doesn't sleep very much or very often, but she seems to be alert enough, as though she's used to it. I'd say that she loses track of time often, because she gets so engrossed in her work that she forgets to see to the needs of her body. Maybe an obsessive personality? They're brown, her eyes, I think. But in the light they're blue-green around the edges and a hazel brown in the middle. Quite a mixture of genes there. So quite contrasting parents, then.

She doesn't have any animals, because there's no pet hair anywhere on her. She was wearing a shirt that was a day old last time I saw her, if we look at the creases. Her shoes aren't ever polished, because they are covered in scuff marks. She's right handed, because the right cuff of her coat is ever so slightly more worn than the left.

Have I missed anything? Well, of course I have. Probably everything important. But I'm no Sherlock Holmes. Still nothing like you. Still nothing without you.

Your John.