Author's Note: Don't own any person, place, or thing that is recognizable from the Sherlock universe. I also don't own the brilliant retort that Benedict Cumberbatch gave to a "mean Tweet" on Jimmy Kimmel Live on September 21st. Just borrowing everything to please my muse.
Spoilers: Seriously, if you have not seen that video yet, look it up! I mean, now!
"Is that Sherlock Holmes?"
Alice looked up from her sandwich at the sound of her friend Julia's voice. The two employees of St. Barts were enjoying their break on a bench that had a clear view of the entrance of the hospital, yet was far enough away that no one going in or out of the building would notice or hear them.
"Looks like him," Alice said, shrugging her shoulders.
Julia took a sip of tea from the foam cup in her hands. "I just don't get it."
"Get what?"
Julia gestured at the hospital entrance. "Him," she answered, apparently referring to the famous detective. "What's all the fuss over him for anyway?"
"Well," Alice explained, "he's made out to be super clever. Apparently solves the most baffling crimes like they were nursery puzzles."
Waving her hand dismissively, Julia said, "Not talking about that. I mean, why do the papers make him out to be some sort of sex symbol? I just don't see it."
"Me neither," agreed Alice. "I think I'd rather spend an evening staring at my cat than at him. How anyone can find him attractive is beyond me."
Just then, the two women noticed the object of their discussion walk back out of the building. This time, though, a petite, dark haired woman accompanied him. Their absolute focus on each other and something on the detective's left hand prompted Julia to respond:
"Well, someone did. And she put a ring on it."
The End