"Christopher Kratt…..!" Aviva began to scold Chris, and he nodded like a child, just saying yes. "I'm sorry Aviva… I promise it will never happen again." Martin laughed behind his hand, when they were approached by a man in a brown trench coat, or whatever those were called. "Watson!" "Yes Sherlock?" "Ah, foreigners I perceive… Not to mention those funny looking clothes." Aviva shrugged, and spoke. "Where are we?" "19th century London madam." Watson bowed, and Chris felt somewhat jealousy as he did that. "And you are?" "John Hamish Watson. Nice to meet you." "Watson just admit you like her…" He mumbled something inaudible afterwards, but no one bat an eye. Sherlock looked at Chris, and gave him his signature smirk. "Jealousy my friend? I deduce you are sort of irritated by this woman, but at the same time find it hard to admit it to her that you like her, but, your brother also seems to like her because of that mark on your shoulder of how much he has teased you since you were children, plus, that type of clothing isn't what people wear… So I deduce you aren't from this century." "No shit Sherlock." Chris muttered quietly, and he bowed down. "Sherlock Holmes at your service!" Aviva looked up from Watson's shy gaze, and smiled. "Ah the great detective… Beat by Irene Adler aren't we?" "No we're not! Poppycock!" Sherlock had a slight red blush on his cheeks as aviva began to deduce him, and he crossed his arms. "Watson I believe she is lying." "No she's not." Sherlock grunted, and took him to his apartment. "221B Baker Street…." Martin mouthed, and aviva nodded. "Do you know where we are?" "Well in London where else?" He mocked, and Watson looked up at the tall man. "Don't worry about him… He has certain problems about women." Aviva smiled, and Martin chuckled. "Test my patience Watson are we?" "You're very impatient." "Exactly. Good deducting." Sherlock muttered, and led them inside. "I've read a lot about you." "Good. You're not stupid." "In that case you should seriously just get a partner." "I have my Boswell, john H. Watson." "Have you ever considered a partnership… As in marriage?" "Why? They'll just slow me down… And kids. UGH! Kids! They leave messes everywhere, then rebel against their parents!" "So you hate kids?" "No," he paused for a minute, then light up his tobacco. "I don't hate children. They are just rather annoying."
"What do you mean? Your brother Mycroft told me you wanted to be a pirate when you were a child." He laughed, and slapped Sherlock's back laughing. Holmes glared up at his friend, and he stopped laughing immediately. "Oh… Sorry…" He chuckled nervously, and Sherlock smirked. Aviva fell for him too, as every woman did for this smart, tantalizing man with his trademark smirk.
"Anderson! Use the door!" Sherlock smirked again, and he glared at Sherlock. "Oh be quiet Holmes you never made it out of school!" "I did. You didn't. Don't deny it. You just became an investigator because your mama was going to murder you if you didn't get a profession." "How'd you know that?!" "Easy. You have a picture of your mom in your jacket pocket, and you are dressed as if your mom still bought you your clothes. And next time, please use the door."
"SHERLOCK!" The all turned to see the woman standing there, smiling. "Hello Sherlock!" "What is it now Miss Adler?"