Hi people ^.^ I'm back with a new story. I know I said I wasn't planning on writing any more chapter stories for a while, but the new Sherlock episode boosted my fangirl up about 5 pegs. This was written with my friend, so half credit goes to her as well. hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Sherlock, but I wouldn't be writing fanfiction for it if I did.

We set our scene in London, at a rented flat on 221B Baker Street.

June 13th 16:22

'Hi, everyone. I'm setting up a bit of an internship here with me and Sherlock. I'm looking for one or two high school students to come and stay over here for a few months, and go along with us when we take cases. You'd be taught medical skills, as well a deduction and problem solving, and you would get college credits. If you're interested, please contact me and I'll set up a video-interview.

~Dr. John Watson'

"Why would we need interns?"

John Watson and Sherlock Holmes stood in their rented flat at 221B Baker Street. Sherlock stared over John's shoulder disapprovingly at his flatmates newest blog post.

"Because," John said bluntly, "You need to learn how to be nicer to people who aren't me or Mrs. Hudson."

Sherlock looked at him, analyzing, as he took a sip of coffee before turning around silently and flopping unceremoniously onto the couch.

"Why do I need to be nicer to people? I can't work with too much stupid in the room, John."

John sighed and got up from the computer as Sherlock finished the statement.

"Just give it a chance, Sherlock." he asked, trying to make the moody detective give in.

"Fine, but I'm helping with your interviews. Your perceptive skills are considerably lacking, who knows what sort of people you'd bring up here."

"...So, do you think we should try?"

"I'm not sure my parents will let me. It's in England after all."

"but it's Sherlock Holmes!"

Kyra Adams and Christiana Avdeyev sat opposite each other in their neighborhood coffee shop. Kyra was frantically clutching a smartphone while Christiana was sitting opposite of her, an unopened laptop on the table.

"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to try setting up the interview." Chris relented, opening the laptop and typing in the web address of John H. Watson's blog.

Within seconds a blog popped up, the "official" blog of Sherlock Holmes adventures. On the top of the page was Dr. Watson's contact information, displayed for all to see.

'Dear Mr. Watson,

Hello : ) my name is Christiana. My friend Kyra and I are interested in the internship opportunity with you and Mr. Holmes. We are both 14 year old high school students in America, interested in forensic anthropology and police work. Is there a time and date we could interview with you?

~Chris A. '

Kyra read over the e-mail, loving the fact that she got Chris to give in, before she happily tapped in the smiley face and hit 'send'.

A few minutes later, the computer gave a short 'bing' that announced a new message.

'Hello Christiana. Thank you for the message, I'm very glad you've taken an interest. Are you and Kyra available for a Skype call now?

~Dr. John Watson'

Kyra nodded enthusiastically. "Don't worry, I have Skype on my phone." she said, knowing Chris had just gotten her laptop and hadn't downloaded anything yet, "Just give me a sec."

Chris nodded, sent a quick reply to the doctor, then closed the laptop an leaned back in her chair.

"We're about to meet John Watson. THE John Watson. Ohmygod!" She squealed.

"Oh, WAIT. WAIT. He lives with Sherlock Holmes... In the same flat... OHMIGOD we could see Sherlock Holmes! In HD!" Kyra realized.

"OHMIGOD!" they rejoiced together, almost falling off their chairs in the excitement.

'bring bring, bring bring'

Kyra snatched up her phone and accepted the Skype call, Chris scooting next to her to see the screen.

"Hello? Is the call connecting?"

"Yes, yes it is!" Kyra said, almost stifling a squeal - but not quite - as the video flickered to life, revealing a slightly haggard looking man with blonde hair and a crew cut against the background of old-fashioned red and white wallpaper. A spray painted yellow smiley face decorated the wall behind him, peeking halfway into the frame.

"Ah, yes,-" John started, but before he could continue a mop of dark brown hair popped onto screen behind him.

"Are these your 'interns'?"

Kyra made a high pitched squeak before falling off of her chair and leaving Chris to save the phone.

"Hi Mr. Watson, Mr. Holmes. I'm really sorry about Kyra, she's really exited to meet you." She subtly kicked Kyra on the floor.

Kyra scrambled up, trying to preserve what little dignity she had left, while simultaneously trying not to fall off her chair again.

"Hello!" she enthused to the phone, and by extent Watson and Holmes. " I'm so sorry about that, really."

John looked vaguely awkward, while Sherlock was staring at them intently, eyes flickering from one to the other.

"I've seen enough. These interviews are a waste of time."

Kyra moaned. Slightly pitifully, and well hidden enough that only Chris could hear it, but it was a very crestfallen moan.

"I'm so sorry, Chris, I didn't mean to fall off the chair, honest..." she almost sobbed, convinced they had lost the internship because of her blunder.

Chris patted her back. "If we don't get it, it won't be your fault."

"Sherlock, that's rude. You need to interact with other people and learn social skills. You know what, these girls will get the internship, and you are going to deal with it." John rubbed the bridge of his nose, then turned back to his computer screen. "Congrats girls, you're coming to Baker Street."