Sherlock Holmes wended his way through the crowd of tourists from all corners of the world as he made his way to a certain museum. If Watson knew that he'd chosen his apartment for its relative proximity to 185 North Gower street, he'd probably never hear the end of it. Mycroft had certainly made sure to needle him about it every time Watson wasn't around.
Behind him he could hear an American tourist exclaiming over the fact that they were on Gower street. The man's companion replied with a terse "No shit Sherman!" before the two of them started laughing.
Holmes smiled slightly as he payed the entry fee and walked into the Inspector Sherman Howard Museum. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Inspector Howard stories had been amongst his favorite as a child, and had been something of an inspiration to him growing up. While most readers had been drawn to the romantic image of Inspector Howard racing through the gaslit streets of Victorian London after yet another criminal with his faithful companion the Pathologist Jeffery Williamson at his side, he had been more interested in Inspector Howard's use of forensics, logic, and deduction to solve his cases.
Had he not had a bit of a record due to some shall we say erronious decisions that he'd made in his youth, it was quite possible that he would have been one of DI Lestrade's coworkers. It had worked out in the end though. He'd forged his own path, invented a new profession, and the police were coming to him for help.
After making his way up the sixteen steps that led to Inspector Howard's rooms, he entered the exhibit. Someone had arrived before him. Several someones had arrived at the museum before him in fact, but only one of them was important at the moment. Dr. Watson apparently caught him in the corner of his eye, because the next thing he knew was that as he was backing out of the room with the intention of returning later, John had whirled around to face him with a slightly embarrassed and vaguely guilty expression on his face.
It seemed that he wasn't the only fan of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's works at 221B Baker street.