Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.

~William Shakespeare

14 years ago

"You're sure about this Holmes?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes. Not only was the security officer's lack of confidence insulting, it was practically the same opinion as most of the Senior dorm.

"You could see it yourself if you acknowledged the facts staring you right in the face."

The security officer shrugged and led him across the large grassy campus. The campus itself was beautiful, made of old Roman looking buildings each guarded by large columns. Alas, inside the buildings, it looked as plain as any other college. Dirty and dull. A few Freshman boys followed Sherlock, mostly curious and wondering if Sherlock was in trouble. As they entered the girls dorm, the Freshman followed in eagerly, one making crass jokes about female anatomy. Sherlock glared at them. He could hardly believe he had been their age just 2 short years ago. He'd been nothing like that of course, talking to only a few intellectuals and focusing mostly on his studies.

The security guard started up the stairs of the large building, the small group following behind. When he was about half was up the flight of concrete stairs, the security guard whipped around.

"What do you mean the facts staring me right in the face?" He sounded hurt. "I searched that office for 4 hours and couldn't find anything."

Sherlock smiled slightly. He found it amusing at times that no one noticed the things he did, thought often it annoyed him. The security guard's questioning expression begged an answer.

"The scuff marks on the floor, size 7 foot. A lot of the girls at this school have that size, but few dash about in high heels, much less rob the principal's office in them. So a girl who wears heels often, even to class. The robbery took place at precisely 1:30pm according to the alarm. Many girls have classes during this time, not many don't. So I asked around for a girl, size 7 foot, wears high heels to class, has no class at 1:30pm and it led to me to a single dorm, dorm 146."

The security guard tried his best not to look dumbfounded. He pinched his lips together and turned away, continuing his flight up the stairs. The Freshmen, who had apparently not payed attention to the entire explanation, stayed behind looking for girls to flirt with.

This was the first time Sherlock had been in the girl's dorm. He wasn't very social, and though he did have a select group of friends, he preferred the library or the small park outside the men's dorm. The security officer led him down the hall and finally halted in front of a door with the number 146. Sherlock knocked without hesitation.

"Come in." A annoyed sounding voice came from inside.

The security guard opened the door. Sherlock was speechless. There, stretched out on her bed in front of her laptop, her chocolate brown hair loose and beautiful, was the most intelligent female he had ever met. Irene Adler.

Stupid stupid! Obvious! Why didn't I see it before?

"Sherlock!" She spoke brightly, sitting up on her bed.

Sherlock remained speechless, so the security guard stepped in. "Maam, we have reason to believe that you robbed the principal's office a week ago, leaving with a large amount of cash and valuables."

Irene's eyes narrowed, and her gaze turned sharply to Sherlock. "And you believe this too?"

Sherlock's gaze softened. "Ree..."

The security guard pushed past him and grabbed Irene's wrist. "You'll probably get expelled for this missy. Stealing is not something we take lightly here."

He escorted Irene out, leaving Sherlock standing there, still at a loss for words. Before they reached the end of the hall, Irene faught the security guard's grip, turned around and shouted,

"You will pay for this Sherlock Holmes!"