"Well Watson, what do you think of this

A/N: 221 words, last one starts with 'B' challenge response. I wonder what my Prof. would say if he knew that all class I was sitting here typing this. He'd be all, "Ahem, Ms. Murray, if you intended to sit here writing your little stories during my lectures maybe you should be in a creative writing course. Please switch to handwriting your notes during my class. And then I'd draw pictures of his big stupid mustache. Gawd I'm rambling, here it is:

Disclaimer: I don't own Holmes or Watson. If I did I wouldn't be writing, I'd be doing things to them… Naughty, Naughty things…

"Aha! Watson, look at this!" Holmes passed me the evening paper and pointed to one of the classified ads.

"324A Diamond Lane, midnight," I read aloud. "What on Earth does it mean, Holmes?"

"That is what I intend to find out Watson," he replied with some enthusiasm. "Come, I feel there may be some criminal element in all this."

It was nearly half past midnight, I was freezing and there was still no sign of the alleged meeting that would take place at 324A. Holmes looked disappointed, but not ready to capitulate on our little expedition. I admit I was interested but this was madness.

Holmes tugged on my arm and pointed at a handsome figure of a man paying his cabby and walking towards the front door. I felt my arm tugged again and Holmes motioned that we should move closer to the open window of the sitting room.

Through the open window we heard a woman laugh, a man growl playfully and then a low moan. Holmes's ears turned very red and we stole away from the window.

Back at our lodgings we both sat for a long while, saying nothing in our embarrassment. Finally Holmes spoke.

"Watson, I think it would be very much for the best if you did not put this into one of your books."