When he crossed over the threshold of 221b Baker Street Sherlock was
absolutely high. John followed close behind him grinning wildly as he
braced himself against the wall. Once they caught their breaths the duo
ascended the old staircase. John, preoccupied by the prospect of a date
later that night, walked straight into Sherlock, who'd stopped short not a
meter inside. A stylishly dressed blond sat in Sherlock's usual chair.
She smiled warmly and posed a simple question. " Have you deleted me,
Sherlock?"
John's gaze flicked over Sherlock's expression, which had visibly darkened,
all traces of his post-case high gone.
"Yes, then. I always did tell you you would." The girl mused, then turned
her attention to John. " Who is this, Sherly?"
Sherlock's tone was uncharacteristicly careful and measured. " My
colleague, Dr. John H. Watson. Given the circumstances I ought to be asking
who you are and why the you just refered to me as Sherly."
"I am Adele Baumer, you roommate from highschool. You'll want to sit down.
I've got a lot to show you, and then a case that needs your attention."
"The case first," Sherlock demanded.
"No, you ought to know who you are working with."
"Working with!"
" And that is exactly why we need to talk first." Adele leaned over and
uncovered the box which sat beside Sherlock's chair. John had not noticed
it in all the clutter, but Sherlock had seen it early on. He seated
himself across from her in defeat and John pulled over the desk chair.
Adele withdrew a notebook from the box and explained that she had known
Sherlock well and events in their highschool years were now resurfacing.
Obviously she knew more than she was letting on.
She said she had records of Sherlock's entire life that he had written, but
Adele chose to begin where she entered Sherlock's life.