The bell on the shop door tingled as John Watson walked into a music shop entitled `Record next Store`. He looked around admiring the shelves stacked high with CDs and the cut outs of famous bands and artists. Watson walked around letting his eyes wander from shelf to shelf, when suddenly a tall dark haired man walked up behind John and asked
"Do you need any help?" John turned to face him and noticed his stunning green blue eyes. John stuttered as he looked up towards the man with the deep voice and English accent.
"Ummm yes can you direct me to the umm…The Beatles?" John asked. The shop worker lead john to the shelves devoted to CDs by The Beatles, where all the other hipsters lingered looking at bands like the Kooks, Beatles and Radiohead. John stared at the shelf of the Beatles music and after a long time staring at the CDs he finally chose the CD `Help! ` As it was the only one he wasn't in possession of and walked slowly towards the cashier. The same shop worker who assisted him earlier was the one to scan the CD. He looked at john in his overly large glasses, cheesy sweater and black skinny jeans matched with a pair of vans. The man looked at his CD choice and smirked as he scanned it. John raised an eyebrow as the worker chuckled, then looked at John's face almost as if he were studying it.
"When did you get to London?" He asked.
"Yesterday…how did you know?" John replied, curious.
"Lucky guess. I'm Sherlock Holmes"
"John Watson"
"Since you just moved here; I don't suppose you would like someone to show you around?" Sherlock continued
"I barely know you"
"You barely know your way around London, yet you come into one of the closed off music stores here."
"Touché" John muttered.
"So is that a yes?" Sherlock smirked again.
John nodded his head and looked up to Sherlock, noticing his sharp angular cheekbones, he blushed and quickly looked down.
"When is your next break?" John asked.
"Now." Sherlock said, grabbing his coat. He strode out of the shop and John walked out behind him. They walked around London, Sherlock pointing out various shops and giving John facts about its history. Soon enough John's legs got tired and Sherlock hailed a cab to take them back to his apartment. John gazed at Sherlock while he was looking out the window. Sherlock turned his head to John and he quickly looked down again to avoid eye contact. Sherlock raised an eyebrow and continued to stare out the window, a vacant look in his face. Shortly the cab reached his apartment block and Sherlock paid the cabbie.
"Here we are. 221B Baker Street" Sherlock smiled, opened the door widely and John and Sherlock stepped inside, Sherlock shutting the door behind him. They walked up the two flights of stairs and then entered Sherlock's apartment. John looked around fascinated at all the weird and wonderful ornaments on the floor and walls, then stopped as he noticed a man sitting in a rather large leather armchair reading a newspaper. His face dropped as Sherlock opened his mouth to speak.
"Mycroft….what are you doing home?"