"Another body?" John questioned. "It's been two days!"

"Molly, John, leave." Sherlock stated, examining the victim.

They complied out of irritation.

"You can come out now."

Y/n smirked and walked over to him, still wearing her street magician outfit.

"This isn't your doing. " Sherlock spoke, eyes examining the body.

Y/n laughed slightly and sat next to the body.  "Nope." She said, popping the p.

"But I know who did it, they'll be in here soon enough." She shrugged nonchalantly. She didn't seem to care the person was dead.

She got up and started to take off her outfit before putting it in her bag. Her everyday clothes beneath it.

"Sherlock there's anoth- Y/n? What are you doing here?" John had entered the room.

Y/n let false tears stream down her face as she had a hard time standing up.

"I-I knew him." She cried out as John rushed to her side.

"What were you saying John?" Sherlock quipped.

"There's another body. More gruesome then before."

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Flashback

The woman was badly beaten as she cried out in agony.

"Why would you pin the murder of your husband on me? That wasn't very nice." Y/n pouted as she kneeled before her quivering impersonator.

"I-I-" The woman shuddered as Y/n pulled out a deck of cards.

Y/n sat crisscross infront of the tied up lady.

She readied the deck in her hands and held them out to the woman.

"Pick a card!" She cheered.

The woman hesitantly poked a card.

Y/n laughed. "Look, it's a joker. Like you."

Y/n leaned close to the woman's face. All cheerfulness gone.

"You know what else you and this card have in common?" She asked in complete seriousness.

"Wh-what?" The woman cried out.

"You're both about to be covered in blood."

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The woman was rolled in on some metal table thing.

"Her throat was slit and a card was sticking out of it." Molly responded.

"Seems a bit excessive..." Y/n mumbled, still wiping tears from her cheeks.

"Indeed it does."

A new voice.

A new person.

She turned her attention to the new man in the room.

Mycroft.