Sherlock and I had looked all over the apartment for any clues that could have led to where the girlfriend had gone but there was nothing. I couldn’t tell what she had done after all this. We went back to 221B and Sherlock informed Lestrade of the death and to let him know when a body was found and where. He wanted to get everything he could as soon as he could, information, facts, he wanted to see everything as soon as he could. As soon as we got to the flat I sat down and went to my mind street, picked out all the information, every detail I could find and focused on the layout. I kept my mind trained like this, going over the cases that Sherlock had solved and finally had my own.
I could feel him looking at me and it was beginning to put me off. All I had to do was think it before I could feel him look away from me. He walked out of the room and into the kitchen letting me think before I finished and pulled myself out of my thoughts. I felt an odd tension in the air as he looked over to me.
“It’s odd being the distraction. It’s odd coming across anyone that can use the Mind Palace like I can.” His words were calm, soft but still deep and rough. “Now I understand what John feels like.”
“Oh you do, do you?” John’s voice called as he came up the stairs back from work. “I take it but the wall having a lack of holes means you kept yourself entertained.”
I’d gotten used to the random bouts of boredom Sherlock would have (and refuse to give up if it meant entertaining his brother), the beautiful melodies he would play, write and enjoy. It was odd being the replacement even if Sherlock didn’t see me as important as he saw John. To see the slight joy in Sherlock’s eyes when he heard John, the slight happy tension that ran through his body, the small smile that came to his face every time he saw him. These were small things he never seemed to do with me. I know he didn’t know he did it, yet I wished he knew, I wish he would do the same with me.
I sat there and just went back before hearing the text tone on Sherlock’s phone. He was busy talking with John before so I took it. What I saw shocked me, I had been expecting the text, waiting for it even though it was starting to get late. What shocked me was that there was not just one body discovered.
“Sherlock, it’s Lestrade, he found them.” I could feel the confused look on his face and looked over to him. “Both of them have been found. I guess you should take John with now, you’re more comfortable with him and now it’s become more than just a simple case. More along the lines of Holmes and his Watson.”
“If you wish.” Was all his reply before he pulled on his coat on turning to the door walking out. John hovered and I just shooed him away just wanting to rest now, I felt tired, trying to use my mind the way I had, the strict focus and concentration. My mind hadn’t been used with such focus like that, in an actual case before and all I felt was worn.