"Come on. Who would want me for a flat mate?"
Mike smiled and chuckled.
"What?" John asked
"Nothing. You just remind me of someone."
John knit his eyebrows together. "Is it someone I should know?"
"Nah, you wouldn't like him. Most people don't. I could introduce you to a lady though. She's in a tight budget, maybe she could be your flat mate."
"Really? Does she have a name?" John asked, taking a sip from his coffee.
"Mary Morstan. You'll love her. She's a very sweet lady."
*a month later*
John took his cup of coffee and sat down on the sofa. He turned on the t.v. and started typing on his computer.
He was writing his blog about his army days. He had a new job at St. Bart's Hospital but he wasn't due to work for another week.
Mary walked into the living room in a robe. Her hair was wet and she was still drying it with a towel.
"Morning, Doctor. Mind making the tellie louder so I could hear the news on from the kitchen, thanks."
She said as she walked to the kitchen, wrapping the towel on her hair. "And what of the case you were following?"
"What case?" John asked, picking up the remote to turn up the volume. "The 4 murders?"
"I assumed they would have something on the killer by now."
"You think it's a killer?"
"Well, what do you think." Mary yelled from the kitchen as she cooked breakfast.
"I thnk it's murdures too."
"And the german word. Rache?"
"Don't think it's German. Maybe the name of her daughter? That woman is married as they said so she must have a daughter."
"Good God, why won't you become a detective instead?" Mary said, entering the living room with butter on toast and sitting beside John.
John smiled and kissed her on the cheek.
"Now, an update on the 4 suicides that the Scotland Yard is suspecting as murder-" The lady with the tight bun and the neat suit on the news said.
"Oh, here it is now." John commented.
"A janitor found a man dead in Roland-kerr Further Education College that seemed to have taken the same poison. A man named Sherlock Holmes. "
John blinked and straightened up.
"Do you know him, John?" Mary asked.
"No. But….no."
A man appeared on the screen and at the corner it said "Greg Lastrade of Scotland Yard."
"He was a smart one, Holmes was." Lastrade said "Bit of odd if you ask me- But brilliant. Police would always come to him for advice. Consulting Detective as he called himself. It's a shame really."
Then there was an old lady and at the corner of the screen said 'Mrs. Hudson. Land lady of 221B Baker Street.'
"HE never really had any friends." She said with a shaky voice "He played the violin at one in the morning and he likes to fire his gun at the wall. He didn't have any friends. He was looking for a flat mate himself a month ago. A friend could have really helped him."
John blinked "Flat mate."
"Didn't you meet me a month ago?" Mary asked.
John tilted his head "Wonder if I was his flat mate instead of you."
Mary rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. "Wouldn't that be hell of an adventure."