Sherlock and I had been working on the case for a week now.
And he'd just got another text.
His facial expression said business.
It was LeStrade.
"Another one?" I asked.
Sherlock gave a small smirk and nodded.
"What is it this time?" I asked.
"Pretty much the same sort of thing by the looks of it." He replied. "Come, on. Let's go."
I grabbed the hair tie from my wrist and scrunched up my long, curly red hair, tying the hair tie around it in a low ponytail as I followed Sherlock out of his flat.

We arrived at an expensive looking townhouse in the middle of London. The taxi stopped at the end of the street, which had been taped over by the uniforms.
"Where's LeStrade?" Sherlock asked the nearest officer, not stopping in his stride to make said officer turn to a jog to catch up with the long-legged sleuth.
"Upstairs. The first door on the right, Mr Holmes." The policeman told him.

Upstairs, Sherlock and I were greeted by Anderson's less than amused face and LeStrade's typically baffled one.
"Second one. Same MO as last time, it seems. Not sure what you two could get from this one but I thought it was worth a try." The Inspector shrugged.
I got straight down to business and crouched down beside the victim. Early to mid thirties, just as the last one. He wore the same clothing, except something was different.
"Sherlock..." I called over my shoulder. "Look at this." 
Sherlock came over and crouched down beside me, looking at where I previously had been.
"Interesting..." He mused. 
"What is it?" LeStrade asked.
"The killer gave his hair a trim." I informed him, hovering a finger over the loose cut hair on the edge of the victim's coat that the killer had obviously missed.
"How do we know it was the killer?" LeStrade pondered.
Sherlock and I gave each other a little side eye, which simultaneously turned into an eye roll.

Whilst Sherlock explained that the clothing was covered in it, meaning he got the victim dressed and then cut his hair, I inspected the body further.
Lifting his sleeve up a little, I saw the start of what looked like a rather elaborate tattoo. The same was said for the other arm. On his face, I could see that he had piercings that had been recently removed. His fingers were calloused.
A string instrument player. Much too heavy for a violin or cello. A guitar. Electric.  The skin on his face had been damaged to long exposure to some sort of lighting. Clearly in a band, but not a particularly successful one.
"I think we can confirm we have a pattern." I sighed, standing up to face the Inspector and the consulting detective.
"We can?" LeStrade raised an eyebrow.
I glanced at Sherlock for a split second, who simply sighed in boredom and frustration.
"This man was in a band, a guitar player. Of course, him being that sort of person - tattoos, piercings etc, I doubt he would suddenly get his hair cut and wear an expensive suit and coat to go to his death in. Your killer likes them looking this way. He likes them looking a very particular way. Which is where it gets rather interesting. Your killer seems to have some sort of obsession with our esteemed Mr Holmes, here." I explained.
Sherlock's lips curled up at the edges in an amused smirk.
"I think I can see what you're getting at." LeStrade nodded, looking over to the body.
"Probably not." I dismissed. "Your killer will be looking to achieve one of two things. He's either going to try and become the object of his desire or kill it. It, being Sherlock."
"In other words, you need to be going through John's blog. Look for repeated IP addresses. He'll be going back through my old cases whenever and wherever he can. When you're done with that, send me the names and Miss Crane and I will take it from there." Sherlock concluded. "Good day, Geoff."
"Its Greg." I corrected.
Sherlock simply walked off without another word, leaving me to give LeStrade an apologetic shrug.  

A/N: I' so sorry its been like 2 years since I updated this. I'll make it up to you, I promise...

Rayna xoxo