All over the world the social media networks were jammed with news feeds that read something like this, "Sherlock Holmes to marry rich American Heiress Nina Summers, Nina has finally found her romantic destiny with the detective Sherlock Holmes, she is worth 900 million. Well, it doesn't take the world's greatest detective to figure out that 900 Million is a lot of cheddar in any language."

Nina wanted Sherlock to see the world before they were married, so she sent him on a world cruise. Sherlock walked on the deck of the ship, smoking a cigarette, he was bored and only agreed to go on this stupid cruise because Nina wished it. Sherlock was so preoccupied that he barely noticed when his cigarette case clattered to the wooden floor.

John Watson was getting married to a barrister that had dated him for years, she had groomed him, educated him in the arts and finer things of life, and so now John supposed that it was time to get married. Sharon was a wonderful person, so why didn't he feel more excited? When Sharon offered to send him on a cruise, John jumped at the idea. All these thoughts fled his mind as he bent down and picked up the gold plated cigarette case and started to hand it to the tall green-eyed man that stood in front of him.

Sherlock reached out his hand to take the case and then John snatched it back. "Hey, how do I know this case is yours?" John asked skeptically.

Sherlock smiled, "There is an inscription inside."

John opened the case and whistled, "I know just enough French to be embarrassed, this is frightfully intimate. It says something like,"Thank you for the four nights aboard the Gabriella."

Sherlock sighed and looked bored, "The Gabriella is the name of a yacht."

John smiled and handed the case over,"Hey, aren't you Sherlock Holmes? Why I've seen you on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and every social media site on the planet."

Sherlock smiled,"I was just beginning to think attractive people didn't travel anymore and then here you are."

John looked confused for a moment and Sherlock felt a flush creep up on his cheeks, as he asked. "You have me at a disadvantage what is your name?"

John still felt flustered, but he answered calmly, "John…Doctor John Watson."

Sherlock's eyebrows went up in surprise," A Doctor? Well, that's a comfort, in case I get sick or anything." Sherlock said as his voice awkwardly trailed off. "Well, Doctor Watson, are you traveling alone?"

John still felt a little overwhelmed but answered. "My fiancée thought a trip would be good for me," John said as he walked over to the rail of the ship and glanced into the dark crashing waves of the ocean.

Sherlock joined him at the rail and asked, "So, what is your story, Doctor Watson? Wait let me tell you." Sherlock said as he walked around John. "You recently got out of service in the Middle East, you went to school in London, your childhood was a sad one and you have one sibling. You've never been married before and you don't have any children."

"Good God, how did you do that? It was fantastic." John exclaimed.

Sherlock stood closer to John and was about to answer, when a ship's photographer with an iPhone took a picture of them both. "Oh no, I can't be seen with you. I mean you're famous and my fiancée would never understand." John said frantically.

Sherlock winked at John, grabbed the iPhone out of the man's hand and threw it overboard. "Hey," the man exclaimed.

Sherlock sighed and looked over at the man, "Bill me," he said in his most imperious voice, as he and John walked off.

"Look, it's no use our being seen together," John said as he backed away from Sherlock. "My fiancée wouldn't like it."

Sherlock nodded, "Nina wouldn't like it either. So, I guess that's it," he said, as he and John parted.

John felt cold and lonely and so he went into the bar to have a drink. As John sat down at the bar, he ordered a Scotch and Soda and was surprised when the bartender put a Scotch and Soda in front of him and then sat another identical drink next to him. John was about to tell the bartender that he only wanted one drink, when Sherlock sat down next to him. He looked at John and smirked, "Well, so much for us not meeting again."

John looked meaningfully at Sherlock as two women leaned in towards them in an attempt to catch a snatch of their conversation. Sherlock nodded that he understood and without a word they both got up. As they left, John couldn't resist flicking a drop of his drink on the side of the woman's neck nearest to him. Sherlock chuckled and as they left the bar, a brash American business boomed out at them. "Well, are you two having a drink together?"

Sherlock didn't answer as they both went the opposite way. As John made his way to his room, Sherlock had quickly snuck up behind him. John held his finger to his lips and motioned for Sherlock to come into his cabin. Sherlock came in and smiled at the first class accommodations, as he made himself at home in a plush chair. "Look here John, there's no reason why we can't enjoy the cruise together." Sherlock said as he pulled out a cigarette.

John felt weak in the knees, but none the less managed to speak, as he pointed to a photograph of a dark haired beautiful woman on his nightstand, "She wouldn't like it."

Sherlock put the cigarette back in his case and stood up abruptly. "Sorry, I guess I must be going."

John walked him to the door," Uh Sherlock, I hope you're not embarrassed."

Sherlock smiled. "No, it's alright. Goodnight, Doctor Watson."

John blushed and looked down. "Call me, John."

Sherlock stared unwaveringly into John's eyes, "Goodnight, John."

John sank down on the bed and sighed. "Jesus, it's just my luck to meet the gorgeous Sherlock Holmes."

John tossed and turned all through the night, as sleep evaded him. The next morning John called for room service, had a plate of Eggs Benedict, and a couple of hours later decided to go for a swim in the ship's Olympic sized swimming pool. After a few laps, John began to forget all about Sherlock Holmes. He was just about ready to get out of the pool, when his head bumped into another swimmer. "Ouch," John said as he irritably frowned at the clumsy swimmer. And then to his dismay and joy, there was Sherlock laughing next to him.

"It seems we are bound to meet," Sherlock said as he wiped a lock of curly wet hair out of his eyes.

John started to get angry and then joined Sherlock in laughter. "We are docking today. How would you like to go ashore and meet a lady?"

John splashed in the water and swam towards Sherlock, "So, do you have a woman in every port?"

Sherlock smiled mockingly at John, "The woman is my grandmother."

John smiled back mockingly at Sherlock, "Sure, I would love to meet your grandmother."