Juliet pushed her way through the crowd of pulsating bodies, knocking an unfortunate girl over on her way. The dance floor was crammed with a variety of people: sluts, virgins, druggies, dealers, cheaters. She didn't know what she had expected, it was a low end club, the only one she could get into, being seventeen she found it awfully difficult to get into clubs.

She held tightly onto the bag that was draped over her shoulder, it contained a hard nights work. Ten purses and wallets if she was not mistaken, luckily enough she wasn't often mistaken. It had been a good night and was a lot easier than selling herself, the thought of cheapening herself made her feel sick. She shuddered in the hot club, a pickpocket and common thief was enough, she didn't need to be a prostitue as well.

Tonight she was more nervous than usual, it was all because of that loud man at the bar who forcefully stuck his tongue down her throat before following her to the toilets. She notices him following her right away, she caught a whiff of his scent a mixture of cheap cologne and body odour with a hint of onions. Juliet calculated the moment with precision, ramming her elbow into his side as she turned and as he held his abdomen she took the opportunity to kick him hard in the groin.
He fell to the ground fairly quickly with a thud and she grabbed the Wallet out of his pocket before making her exit.

What a slime ball, forcing himself on me then following me to the toilets. What was he thinking? The pathetic man, he obviously doesn't get enough and thought a young girl would jump at the chance of an older man. He was right, normally she would but he was fat and stupid. At least he brought me two drinks before I got his wallet.

Juliet smiled to herself as she barged past the bouncer onto the buzzing street. Her ears were ringing and her mind racing with thoughts of retirement, if she had a few more lucky nights she would be able to move away and find a real living.

Finally, I'll be able to get away from it. I could leave the country and never look back, he'd never find me...

Juliet thoughts were cut short when a body collided into her own and she lost her balance. She tumbled over in her heels and hit the pavement hard, her head bouncing off the floor.

It's dark, so dark all I can see is a Cheshire Cat smile. The grin evil. I'm scared, scared of this smile. Of the man who this smile belongs to...

"Are you alright?" A voice called out from the blackness and the smile disappeared.
"Of course she is not alright John, her head hit the ground hard. She has most likely got a concussion." Someone snapped at him.
"Alright Sherlock I am a doctor" the first voice answered back.
"Were" he stated.
"What?" The doctors voice asked, he seems annoyed.
"You were a doctor in the army, you are no longer a doctor. You are now my companion." The other choice explained.
"Sherlock this really isn't the time." He snapped at his friend.
"I suppose not." He said simply "lets not totally waste this night. I will see to the girl while you meet with Molly, the hospital isn't far from here. We can review the case when were both finished."
The doctor laughed before stopping "your serious?"
"I have never been more serious John and timing is of the essence."

Juliet could hear the footsteps of someone walking away from her. She fought against the blackness in her head and opened her eyes. Her vision was fuzzy and it took a few moments before she could clearly see the man standing above her.

He was tall, lean with pale skin and defined cheek bones outlined by his ear length curly dark hair. He had a straight face and piercing blue-grey eyes that were looking harshly into her own eyes. She suddenly felt uncomfortable and exposed beneath his gaze.

Juliet leaned forward to sit up and was met with a pounding headache, she almost fell backwards. The dark haired mans hand grabbed her shoulder.
"I wouldn't get up to fast you've hit your head pretty hard." He stated simply.
"Thanks Einstein I would never had guessed" she said mockingly, he grunted at her rudely and she responded by raising one eyebrow at him. "So what hit me? A car?"
"Actually you were quite lucky you walked into me, I would hate to think what would have happened if you got hit by a moving vehicle."
She laughed at him "why?"
"Judging by your height and weight: 5,6 and 8 stone you would have struggled to survived the impact with a car, which is clear from the concussion you have after running into me."
"Your cheery" she said quickly "and I wasn't running."
He ignored her last comment "do you think your ready to stand up?"
"I hit my head I'm not disabled" she snapped.
He looked at her I surprise and helped lift her to het feet. "Sorry did I offend you"
"No, why would you ave offended me, neither you or I am disabled."
"Good because I wasn't sorry" she began to brush herself down. Her black dress was hitched up on her thigh and the straps falling down her shoulder.

She looked at the man in front of her, god he is handsome. I wish I had cheek bones like that and those intense eyes.

She took notice of his long grey coat, blue scarf and what looked like a black shirt. She felt exposed in her small black dress and red heels. She had her brown hair in a plait that trailed down her back and a simple gold chain with a 'M' pendant.

Where the fuck is my bag?
"My bag?" She questioned looking down at the floor.
He pulled his hand from behind his back, the familiar worn leather bag in his hands.
"Thank you" she said, snatching the bag from him and checking the contents, exhaling to everything still in place. She continued "I would say its been a pleasure meeting you but it really hasn't."

She went to walk away and almost fell over, dizziness filling her head again. He instantly grabbed her upper arm to keep her up and wrapped his other arm around her waist.
"I don't feel so good" she mumbled "thanks Mr..." She trailed off realising she didn't even know this mans name but she enjoyed the warmth of his arm on her body.
"Holmes, Sherlock Holmes."
"Pleasure to meet you Sherlock, I'm Juliet. Juliet Adler." She managed before the far molar feeling of darkness spread across her body.