Chapter: 1
Sherlock Holmes was at Barts' morgue. She was testing to see if the body bruises after death. 'Why?' you may ask, well no one can answer that except Sherlock herself. She took the riding crop was pulled back all the way then she brought it down very hard.
"So, bad day was it?" Mark Hooper said through chuckles.
"I need to know what bruises form in the next twenty minutes. A man's alibi depends on it. Text me," Sherlock says looking down at his work.
"So, I was thinking, maybe when your finished, would you like to have some coffee?" Mark asked.
"Are you asking me out oh a date?" Sherlock asked, looking up from her work with a confused look.
"Uh," Mark starts, "No. Do you want coffee?"
"Black, two sugars, thank you," Sherlock said. Mark leaves to go get the coffee. Sherlock leaves to go to the computer lab. He sits down and logs into his account. At that moment two men walk in talking about the differences from now to when they trained here.
"Ah, Mike Stamford, for what do I owe the pleasure?" Sherlock says looking at him through the reflection in the computer screen. He stands up and turns around.
"Hullo, Sherlock. This is Dr. John Watson, he is in the store for a flat. I recall that you complained one day that your landlady had you clean some flats that nobody is using, so I brought him here," Mike explained. Sherlock nods and turns back to the computer screen. He sighs loudly.
"Can I borrow your phone? There is no signal on mine," Sherlock asks.
"Left it at home," He sighs, holding his hand up.
"Here, you can borrow mine," John offers.
"Oh, thank you," Sherlock replies. Giving him a sideways glance Sherlock took the phone. He typed in a number and started typing.
"Afghanistan or Iraq?" Sherlock asked while typing. Mike smiles at John's confused look.
"Sorry?" John said.
"Which was it, Afghanistan or Iraq?" Sherlock said, he had stopped typing.
"Afghanistan, sorry? How did you know?" John asked. Mark walked in with the coffee.
"Ah, Coffee, thank you Mark," Sherlock said.
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Emma Holmes sat down at 221B Baker street looking for a case. Her mobile rings, Sherlock was calling. Emma picks up the phone and answers;
"Emma I will be inviting a War Doctor whose name is John Watson, to come and see the flats up for rent." She says over the phone.
"Okay, but what ever you do, don't insult him," Emma warned her. Sherlock made a very loud and overdrawn sigh, the he hung up. Emma got up and started cooking dinner. She was the only one who really ate between the two.
Ok so this was a 'Present' made for my best friend! We RP this AU (Alternative Universe) all the time! So please read follow and leave criticism.