Chapter 1
It's been three weeks since Sherlock and I had a case. A remotely interesting case, that is. Walking up the steps I could hear the familiar tune of D minor double concerto coming from the living room. I was greeted at the door by a mannequin hanging from a rope.
"What's with the-"I began to ask.
"Wife killed the husband for insurance money. Tried to make it look like auto-erotic asphyxiation. She misjudged the angle difference between a hanging and intentional chocking would be. Solved it while you were at lunch. People are so stupid." He said with slight annoyance on his face.
"You are a rather lonely person, aren't you?"
"What gives you that impression?"
"Besides Mrs. Hudson and me, who have you talked to in the last two weeks?"
"Well Mycroft did give this case to me about an hour ago"
"You need to meet a woman. At least go out on a date once in a while."
"That's stupid John. As I've said before, I'm married to my work."
I walk away shaking my head. There is absolutely no way to get through to him some times. I open the fridge to find a jar of thumbs on the middle shelf.
"Why the thumbs!" I yell out.
"Finger prints are so useless these days. It is so easy to fake a finger print." Sherlock muttered.
Later that night I made an account for Sherlock on one of those online dating websites. "Question 1: You are a _ seeking a _." "Sherlock likes women, right?" I thought to myself. "Question 2: What are your interests?" I put the lousy cliché things like movie, tea, and walks on the beach. I did make sure to add things about mystery books and detective paraphernalia. After a grueling hour of trying to sum Sherlock up in simple words, he had a dating page. It was already past one in the morning, so I went to bed.
I awoke to find Sherlock standing over my bed.
"John, you signed me up for one of those dating sites didn't you?" He said with clear annoyance on his face.
"How did you know that? I did it on my personal laptop." I mumbled back to him.
"It took me less than two minutes to figure out the password. Honestly john, you have such little faith in me."
"Sherlock, why were you going through my computer?"
"Because you have clear misplaced concern in my personal life"
"Well did you have any ladies message you?"
"Actually yes. A lovely woman wanted to have tea at a café down the road. It's a shame I had to turn her down."
"Sherlock, you go tell her that you love to have tea with her this afternoon"
"John, I have no time for such-"
"One date. Please go out one time" I pleaded
"If you absolutely insist." Sherlock muttered as he walked out of the room.