It was raining. Not an unusual occurrence in England. Yet still. It annoyed her. Here she was. The great Sherlock Holmes being driven insane by the sound of rain ( Not to say that she wasn't already insane.) Jen was away visiting her parens, leaving Sherlock alone in 221B Baker Street That was it! The dark haired woman could not stand it any longer. She stood up in her trench coat, strode towards the front door before promptly putting on her scarf. She slammed the apartment door, locked it then dashed out of the building and into the streets of London. It was something to do. Plus, it would take her mind off this god awful rain.
Sherlock walked down the busy streets of London, her hands in her cost pocket. Her eyes taking in every detail around her. That was, of course, until she bumped into a stranger and promptly fell flat on her arse. Or she would of if an arm hadn't caught her around the waist. She was set back onto her feet and ended up staring into a pair of dark brown eyes. " I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you alright, Miss...?"
" Holmes. Sherlock Holmes. I'm perfectly fine, thank you very much." She got a good reading on him. He was was size M. Mid twenties. He wore a suit made of fine cotton and silk, suggesting an expensive brand. His hair was brown and cut short. He was obviously high up because of his posture. Definitely intelligent. His eyes held secrets older than he could possibly be. He was 5"9. His natural facial expression was a neutral one. He would be impossible to read by anyone, except from her. Sherlock was clever like that. There was also so thing else. Something about him didn't seem quite right. In fact, it didn't even seem human.
The man smiled at her. An expression that was obviously rare from him. " It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Holmes." He then proceeded to pick up her hand a place a kiss on top of it. " I'm Elijah. Elijah Mikaelson. I have heard about your work. It's very remarkable. I'm quite the fan."
This made her suspicious. It was how he phrased it. " Well, if you excuse me. I must be heading off." She turned on her heel, racing back towards Baker Street. She did believe she had a case on her hands