A young middle aged woman walked down the sidewalk arm-in-arm with her boyfriend. "Toby, this really has been a wonderful evening!" she says in her Italian account. "Why thank you Angel, but it is you who is wonderful. I had a great time." The men said before placing a soft kiss on the girl's cheek. The two remand arm-in-arm the rest of their walk which, unfortunately, did not last much longer.

"Alright, let's see what we have here" Said the gruff and tried voice of Greg Lestrade. "Well, a middle aged man, closed to early 30's and a middle aged women of around the same age, were found in a back alley beat to death, by the looks of it." Said Sergeant Sally Donovan. The two were equipped with flashlights and were looking over the dead couple. "Must have just been coming home from a night out," Said Donovan, making her own deductions.

"Maybe," was the Inspector's reply.

Donovan could see the look on Lestrade's face. It was the same look he had when he was baffled.

"You're going to call him, aren't you?" She said rolling her eyes.

"Maybe," again came echoing from the man's mouth.

"Look, we can handle this. They were clearly mugged after coming home from dinner. End of story! Case closed!"

"Is it? Were they?" Lestrade was now looking Donovan straight in the eye. "I know I've been calling on him a lot lately, but this should be clear, look again Donovan, and tell me what's wrong with this picture. Donovan stepped closer to get a better looked. "Well, umm...er..." She bite her bottom lip. "Come on Donovan, unless you want me to call-"

"NO! Just give me a sec," She bent over and looked even closer. "Hey, wait a-" a grin formed on the Inspector's face. "Yes Sergeant?" "Why, these two, haven't just been mugged, but something was ripped off of them! But...I can't tell what."

"That's what I thought, now, if you will excuse me; I have to make a phone call."

The sun was shining bright through the curtains of John Watson's window. Sitting up, he gave huge yawn and stretched out his arms. He got out of bed, got changed and freshened himself up and was about to make his way down the stairs when he realized something.

It was quiet, too quiet.

"Sherlock? You up?" said the ex-army doctor looking in the living room, but no one was there. "Sherlock?" he called again in the kitchen, but that room too was empty. "Sherlock Holmes!?" he called out again, but still no answer.

Figuring he must have stepped out, John went and made himself a cup of tea, some toast, and sat down to update his blog after their most recent case. It was now getting later and still no sign of Sherlock. That's when he phone went off. "Finally," said John as he reached over and read the text.

Toby Glenworth and Angel Deens, research them and tell me what you find. -SH

Where are you? -JW

Sorry, got a case last night. Tried to wake you, but you threw a pillow at me. -SH

"Right, Good me," John said praising himself, then went online to see what he could about the two people Sherlock had texted him about.

Find anything? -SH

Not yet -JW

Hurry, and meet me down at 87 willow lane. -SH

Why? And hold on, have you eaten? -JW

Not important. Come as fast as you came. -SH

John sighed, He slid his phone in his pocket, grabbed his jacket which held his wallet, and a biscuit or two with some tea to-go, and went outside and caught a cab.

"Ah! John! Made it at least did we?" Sherlock said greeting his friend outside a restaurant.

"Hold on, I though you said you'd hadn't eaten yet?" John said staring at the restaurant. "I haven't...Don't tell me, you brought along-" And before he could finish his sentence John produced the tea and biscuit. "Eat" John said holding them up to the detectives face.

"I'm quite fine I assure you." Sherlock put his hands in his pocket.

"Yes, I'm sure you are. Considering you didn't eat last time and you've been out running around doing who knows what."

Sherlock gave a heavy sigh. "Sarcastic doesn't suit you"

"Plus if you don't eat you'll start losing energy and soon you'll HAVE to stop and rest, whether you like or not! So I suggest you eat now before you collapse on the streets of London for the entire world to see!"

Sherlock snatched the Tea and biscuits and stuffed one of the biscuits in his mouth and began to chug down the tea.

"Not so fast!" John said before handing him the other biscuit.

"Ugggggh! We're losing time!" Sherlock taking the other biscuit, but this time shoved it in his pocket for later.