Guilty Pleasures - A Sherlock Romance

Explanations are in Order

The anxiety ate at Sherlock for hours, Moriarity was not avalible for a few days so Sherlock was allowed to be there for now. He had sucessfully convinced the nurses and doctors that he was her guardian, it was quite easy to trick them once he had deduced them enough. 

He could easily tell who was impressionable and whom was not so impressionable, this helped with how believable he had to make his story for each individual person and how he had to treat them. This also helped him know how much evidence he would have to give, atleast how much false evidence he would have to give.

Once he had figured out that the younger female nurses were the most impressionable he made his way through them first, he used his fake charm and fake charisma to flirt and pursuade them to get the doctor for him; once the doctor came he deduced that the man of 30 wouldn't be any where near as impressionable. Unless the man were gay but of course he couldn't be gay he wasn't as well groomed as many homosexual men would be, yes it is a stereotype but as Mycroft says you must always think in the majority and as far as Sherlock had seen the majority acted this way.

Once he realized this Sherlock decided that he could either try and flirt his way through this anyway and most likely get kicked out or he could simply lie his way out of it. He was very skilled in the art of deception as well as detection, it was just knowing how to play the game and how to be confident about it. 

Sherlock would have probably been gloating to the nearest patient that he could find if he did not feel absolutely sick to his stomache, he knew he shouldn't have done it but once they had left him alone with Jen he made sure he checked her arms.

Yes. There were cuts, so so many cuts. It was unbelievable, she seemed fine, sure she was a tad bit quiet and kept to herself most of the time as Sherlock did but he never thought that she would ever even consider doing this to herself; it didn't take long before Sherlock began to feel as if he was about to throw up.

It was absurd he was in a crime scene every day and didn't even flinch yet a few cuts on a girl and he felt as if he was going to be sick.

From what Sherlock can remember, her cuts weren't precise or intricate they were always lashes, she never focused. From this Sherlock deduced that these were obviously rash and sudden, she had snapped all of a sudden but from what? From how she got those bruises? *How* did she even get those bruises?

It couldn't have been from John, no most certainly not that thought had not even crossed Sherlock's mind. For starters John was never even around Jennifer to be able to do that and even if he was he would never hurt anyone close to him, John would never admit it but he was infact quite a gentle soul to the peope he cared about the most and Sherlock knew it.

Her mother? Sherlock highly doubted that possibility also, the bruises were far to large and deep for an average woman to create, this was a man's job. This would have to have been the work of a cold hard man, a man in touch with the deepest depths of the evil within himself. How else would they possibly be able to lay a finger on such an equisite specimine...?

The only man in Jennifer's life beside her father John and Sherlock himself was apparently Jim Moriarity... how could this be true? John would have said something, wouldn't he? Or may he have not even known himself...? 

One thing Sherlock refused to believe was that Moriarity had rubbed off onto Jennifer in the slightest, Sherlock could not deduce much about her that was true however he knew evil when he saw it. Jennifer was definately not even remotely close to evil. Sherlock sat by Jennifer's bedside, as he was sick to his stomache. The sheer thought that anything terrible had ever befallen Jeninifer was something Sherlock could not cope with.

Waiting in the silence Sherlock sat, quietly without a sound. The hours rolled past 

Then he heard it.