Author Note- Hello! This is my first Fanfic, hope you enjoy! Please review! xxx

The door of 221B Baker Street was left wide open as usual when Mrs. Hudson got to the top of the stairs, John was gently tapping on his laptop and Sherlock was dissecting the Newspaper. Every so often you would hear him mutter, "Boring" and furiously turn the page.

'Oh Sherlock, why don't you go out for some nice fresh air?' Mrs. Hudson remarked as she cleared 3 day old mugs on to the tray.

'Because fresh air is dull and this is London, fresh air doesn't exist here' he said turning another page of his news paper.

'However, this could be interesting' John said as he turner in his chair to face Sherlock, who was doing his up most to ignore him. 'Not even a flicker of interest?' John pressed on 'Fine, have it your way.'

'What?' Sherlock scowled

'Oh nothing, you carry on' John replied teasing his friend while Sherlock gave him an acidic look.

'Now come on boys, play nice' Mrs Hudson said as he flicked Sherlock's feet off the coffee table he was resting on and began tidying the plates in the kitchen.

'Do I have a case John?' Sherlock asked over politely

'Why Sherlock I think we do' he said as he turned to the computer and began to read aloud.

'Dear Mr. Holmes,

I am writing to with regards to matter that is most distressing. I have been the victim of a murder. By the time you read this email I will be dead- I need you Mr. Holmes to give my soul the peace it requires. Please contact my widow Cicely Gardiner for more information

Thank you and Good Luck

Mr. Thomas R. Gardiner'

'Is that it?' Sherlock exclaimed as he got up from his arm chair and paced across the room.

'Is it not interesting enough for you, a murdered man requiring help from beyond the grave? A man who knew that he was going to be murdered and then dashed you off a little note requesting help?' John slumped in the chair.

'It's a hoax' Sherlock pouted 'nothing more than a time waster looking to gain my interest, nice try' and then he threw himself on the sofa.

The door bell rang in the distance and Mrs Hudson went down stair to answer it.

'well, I think it shows promise, and if it keeps you from destroying another microwave, I think it's worth a look- the fire department weren't happy the last time, or the time before for that matter' he said as he got up and crossed the living room and sat in his arm chair.

'That wasn't a microwave it was a toaster' Sherlock said petulantly.

'Whatever- we need at least one clear week without calling them, it is embarrassing being on first name terms with the whole of the fire department.' John said picking up the discarded newspaper.

'Sherlock, good to see you're keeping busy' the tall figure of D.I. Lestrade was standing in the doorway.

'What do you want?' Sherlock muttered darkly

'Well, Hello to you too' he said looking to John for assistance

'Hello, what do you want?'

'I have a case for you'

'I'm busy' Sherlock fired at him

'Yeah, looks like it, you'll want this, its screaming for your attention' Lestrade said with a smile playing across his lips.

'Go on'

'at 9:34 this morning a man was found dead at his home on with a note on the door saying "Bring me Sherlock" inside the room there was thousands post it notes with the words "Bring me Sherlock", and in the hand of the body was a letter that read "Dear Mr. Holmes, I am writing to with regards to matter that is most distressing. I have been the victim of a murder. By the time you read this email I will be dead- I need you Mr. Holmes to give my soul the peace it requires. Please contact my widow Cicely Gardiner for more information, Thank you and Good Luck, Mr. Thomas R. Gardiner", so I can't help but think I should just save time and bring him Sherlock Holmes'

Sherlock stared into the ceiling above his head he could see the letter being printed in front of him, Dear Mr. Holmes, I am writing to with regards to matter that is most distressing. Formal possibly overly formal- ex-public school education circa 1950's so roughly 65-70 years old, split the difference 68, I need you Mr. Holmes to give my soul the peace it requires. Superstitious? Or overtly religious? Either way most likely catholic. Mr. Thomas R. Gardiner- works for the family business, he father was also Thomas Gardiner, and he kept the R. To distinguish between them when at work, when his father died it was too deeply in ingrained to bother to change. Traditionalist but Cecily uses another name for him.

'Now isn't that interesting Sherlock?' John remarked full of sarcasm.

'mildly' he conceded 'I best see the crime scene, it's not every day you get a 68 year old catholic ex- public school boy begging for your attention, oh and what is the name Cecily uses for him?'

'Robert, I won't even ask how you know that he doesn't go by Thomas, the cars outside if you are interested'

'Ah, the R! Unmarked car I trust?'

'As always' Lestrade replied used to Sherlock's provisos

'See you there in 5'