The Jack of All Trades {Sherlock Holmes}

Chapter Two

Evelyn was sitting at her desk when the door opened. Raising her head she made eye contact with none other than John Watson, Sherlock's new flatmate.

"Er... Hello John, what can I do for you?" She asked, putting down her pen.

"Hi Evelyn, I was just wondering," started John. "Are there any positions available? Uh, here at Bart's I mean." Evelyn smiled at the man, glancing down at her papers for a moment.

"There is, actually. Come on, I'll bring you to Sarah. She's the one who's in charge of hiring for the whole hospital." Evelyn stood up, grabbing the finished papers off her desk before opening the door.

"That'd be great," said John, following Evelyn out the door. Heading to a different floor the sounds of the hospital filled their ears. A few kids crying, some beeping of machines and nurses paging doctors all flew through the air.

Opening a door, Evelyn walked into Sarah's office,  making her and John's presence known.

"Sarah, I have those pages on Arthur McBellan that you wanted," said Evelyn, placing the pages down on Sarah's desk.

"Thanks Evelyn," said Sarah, looking up her eyes paused on John. "Who is this?"

"Ah, right. Sarah, this is John Watson. He's looking to apply for a position here at Bart's." Evelyn smiled at John as he shook Sarah's hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Sarah."

"And you as well, John," Sarah replied. "So you're looking to apply, do you have a Curriculum Vitae?"

"That I do, actually." Evelyn took this moment to excuse herself from the room, heading back to the morgue to speak with Molly about Arthur McBellan.
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The door to the lab opened, in walking John Watson once more. His eyes glanced around the room for a moment, spying the caramel-haired woman, he made his way over to her. It took her a moment to notice him.

"Oh, John," she said, turning away from her work for a moment. "How did it go, did you get the job?"

"Uh, yeah I did actually," John replied. "Just locum work. She said I was a bit over-qualified." He shrugged his shoulders, making Evelyn laugh.

"Yeah, she said that to me too. I like to think she says it just to get into people's good graces." Evelyn said, with a wink.

"Yeah, I think that might be it."

The two glanced at each other for a moment before Evelyn looked back down to her work. 

"So, how's living with Sherlock?"

"Oh, its disastrous. Body parts in the fridge, constantly running around. Imagine, keeping body parts where there's food, you'd think it'd alter the taste."

"Oh, I think it might be," Evelyn laughed. "You might not notice it though. Does he have you doing his shopping?"

"Yes, he does actually. Just a few days ago I had a row with a chip-and-PIN machine," John laughed, sitting down next to her. Evelyn smiled humorously, glancing at him sideways. "So, what are you working on?"

"Oh, uh... I'm currently testing the urine of a drug addict, to see if he's clean," Evelyn says, an air of disgust in her tone. John groaned, just as disgusted as she is. "Yeah, not the funnest job sometimes."

"Well, I should be heading back to Baker Street, I'll see you later?"

"I 'spect you will, considering I'll be handling most of your reports, John." Evelyn smiled at the man as he bumped into a table on his way out.

"Great, great... That's great," John chuckled, exiting the lab with a wave of his hand.

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Eddie Van Coon, admitted to the morgue not too long ago, was killed by a shot from a different gun than his own. Seemingly fine, except for the fact that he was locked in his flat, from the inside.

Evelyn was examining the body when she noticed something peculiar on the heel of his foot. In black ink, was a tattoo of a lotus flower, inscribed within a circle.

That's... strange, She thought, examining the mark further proved it had been done a long while ago, most likely more than 5 years prior.

Time passed and soon another body was admitted to the morgue. Brian Lukis, a freelance journalist. Murdered in his flat, locked in from the inside.

Once again, Evelyn was in charge of examining the body, and once again she noticed.

A tattoo in black ink, of a lotus inscribed within a circle. Peculiar, sure, but the stranger thing was it was in the same place as Van Coon's. The right heel.

Obviously a gang mark of some kind, it held no significance to Evelyn. They were dead; why would it?

Oh, how wrong she was. It held every significance to her, in only a matter of hours.