Experiments (Sherlock BBC- Johnlock Fanfic)

4- The Party

-Sherlock-

When arriving back at the flat, I walked upstairs and grabbed my violin. I could hear John talking to Mrs. Hudson downstairs. I decided not to worry about their conversation as I plucked at my violin strings.

If I was being fully honest, the case was annoying me. Lestrade confirmed that she was from a rich family in Sweden, who was boarding in London as a tourist for a few months, living off her parents money. She had no husband, and certainly not a wife, so what relation did the inscription on the wall mean?

I had a few ideas. My first theory was that she had split up someone's marriage, and it was an act of revenge from the husband. My second idea was that she had hurt someone's wife and this was another act of revenge. Both of these theories were unlikely, because the only people she knew (according to her family) were in Sweden, and it would have been pointless to travel to London to kill her.

My last theory, and by far the most interesting theory, was that we had a serial killer on the loose. They were usually the only killers who left a message with their corpses, as if signing their masterpiece or taunting the police. Why had they killed her though?

I knew little about the killer, as they must have worn gloves and a gas mask. There was no DNA to be found anywhere, only a few large footprints made by gumboots in the bathroom. The feet were large; a size 10 in men's, but that didn't confirm the gender. All I knew was that they were intelligent, and had probably had experience with murders due to his professionalism. They were also quite knowledgeable with chemicals and picking locks.

I emerged from my thought to see John sitting on the couch watching television.

'How long have you been there?' I asked, furrowing my brow.

'A while. Hey... Sherlock' He looked up at me.

I sat down and folded my hands under my chin, looking at him curiously. He seemed to struggle with his words. I felt my stomach flip as I grew unsure of what he was going to say.

'Look ah... Sherlock, you know it's been very good to have you back. So Ahh... Mrs. Hudson and I... well we know you don't like people but still...'

I leaned back in my chair.

'John no, please don't.'

'Actually Sherlock, we already planned it all. It's not anything big, it's just Molly, Donna, Lestrade and us, just having a little celebration for your... uh... resurrection, and return to work.'

He smiled at me nervously, and I didn't return it. This was extremely inconvenient for me, I planned to mull over the case for a while and try and piece anything else together. I looked back at John and saw his hopeful eyes and my heart softened a little bit. I found it almost impossible to say a harsh word to him when he looked at me like that; like a puppy.

'Alright.'

John looked at me is surprise.

'Are you actually serious Sherlock? Really?' I smiled at his disbelief.

'Yes, as long as you ask Lestrade to bring over the victims case file and any information they've found out since this morning.' John leapt out of his chair and grinned.

'This is fantastic, absolutely fantastic Sherlock! This is great! You know what, I'll call him now.'

I grinned at his childish excitement, and then fell back into deep thought.

'Sherlock', John asked. I looked up to see he was seated back in his chair.

'Is the case bothering you?'