Catching Roses

Chapter 7- Jessica Holister's POV

  As we walked away from the press, I finally was able to ask Joanna something.
  "What's your answer from the question I asked earlier?"
    "What?"
  I sighed in annoyance.  "Earlier I had asked a question: Why does the therapist bother you?"
  She sighed.  Clearly she was also annoyed with me.  "You really want to hold onto that?"  She snarled.
  "Well, you never answered." I responded, looking at my phone.  Antonio had sent me the address.  We had enough time to talk about it, luckily.
  "Well, there's something off about him.  Like he's new at this, or was never taught how to be a therapist properly." She replied.
  Joanna was still looking like there was more to it.
   I could obly chuckle, realizing she was trying to be polite.  "You think he's also got some issue also, or he has something off about him becides his appearence?" I asked.
  "Kinda." She replied.
    "Well, he WAS a soldier also, and only recently became a therapist 4-5 years ago.  He's slightly old fationed, and has trouble calming himself after my sessions with him."
  "Maybe he's never dealt with a sociopath before?"
    I looked at her, confused as hell.  "Sociopath?  None of his paitients are sociopaths." I questioned.
  She returned the look.  "You arent a sociopath?"
   Ouch.  "No, not at all.  I just can't show sentiment or empathy, or whatever it's called."  I confirmed.  
  "I'm confused." Obviously.
   "It's like all my emotions are behind a wall.  They're there, you just can't see them unless I show them."  I explained.
  "So you're like a vulcan?"
    I nodded, turning to the next house.   There was more press than usual.
   I shoved through, and there was a clear difference this time- the body was on the roof.
  I looked up, sighing.  "I really don't like doing this outside with an audience." I growled, putting on gloves and going to the ladder that lead up.
Wait.  "Joanna, go inside, and video chat me.  Here's my number.  Call as soon as you get inside." I told her.
  She sighed, but took the paper with the number and walked inside.  I climbed up, and looked at it.
  Grabbing my phone for all the photos, I took a recording of the surronding area, then a couple of other things (body, under it, and surrounding area, other sorts).
  Joanna did the call finally, and I opened it up.  "Allright.  Now, do this slowly, but show me around the house."  I told her.
  "Actually, I have an easier way.  Footprints." She smiled, showing me the heel prints.
  "Perfect! Now show me around the path.  Calenders, photos, and any planners please." I smiled.

  "HEY! REDHEAD!  ARE YOU SHERLOCK!?" A reporter shouted.
Joanna took that as her que to stop, luckily.
  I looked over, making a confused face.  "WHAT GAVE YOU THAT IDEA?" I shouted back. He smiled a bit.
  Brown hair.  Single, but on a dating site.  He has a dog- a bloodhound.  He takes reporting seriously- and is really a popular reporter.
  "YOU SEEM TO BE NOTICING ALOT MORE DETAIL THAN THE REST!" He shouted.
  I shrugged.  "I'M NOTICING THE SAME AS THE OTHERS, DON'T WORRY!" I smiled, looking back at the phone.
  "WHAT WERE THE PICTURES FOR, THEN?" He shouted.
    I sighed.  "SO I CAN HAVE MY OWN COPY OF EVERYTHING!" I replied.  He was clearly not convinced.
  "YOU AREN'T WEARING A UNIFORM!" He pressed.
   "I HAVE NO NEED TO."
  "OH?  THEN HOW AREN'T YOU SHERLOCK?"
   "BECAUSE SHERLOCK IS A MALE, HASN'T BEEN SEEN BEFORE, AND WOULD MOST LIKELY BE RAMBLING.  IF YOU WANT THE REAL ONE, GO TO BRITIAN.  NOW LET ME WORK PLEASE!" I shouted, climbing down and going to the door to the house, slamming it shut.
  Right then Joanna was smirking and had just ended the call.  "Finally got annoyed?" She asked.
  "I thought you were more observant than that." I replied, following the heel prints, recording them.
  She chuckled, and tapped my sholder.  In her laytex, blue gloved hands were planners and a callender, all in seperate bags.
  I smiled, taking them.  "Wish to tell me where they lead?"
    Her smile turned into a frown.  "Another body."
  Oh, joy.  They were moving fast.
  I ran into the room, and smiled.  The body was the furthest in the decomposition process.
  I ran outside, climbing up to the roof.  Joanna had allready told them.  "The bodies we've found are older than the first one.  This has been going on for at least a month." I informed.
  "What!?  That's absurd!"  Someone shouted.  I sighed.
    "Killing in general is absurd.  Details will be at the lab.  Joanna, care to join me on the way there?" I smiled.
  She shrugged. "Like I have better to do."
    I smiled, starting to walk out.  "Then let's go."