The Roommate
Sherlock paced the floor; he didn't know what to put down on the blank piece of paper, every time he looked at it his mind went blank. John put him up to this. "You're lonely" he said giving Sherlock raised eyebrows. Sherlock glared at John, as much as a good friend he was he could really irritate Sherlock. "I don't need a roommate I have Mrs Hudson" he snapped, John shook his head. "Mrs Hudson is not your housekeeper Sherlock, as she keeps reminding you! By the time I get back you better have an advert or I shall be doing it!" He got up from his chair and walked out the door, "fine I shall do the advert" Sherlock shouted as John descended down the stairs. What a mess this is! Sherlock thought, now I have to do this stupid advert! He looked at the piece of paper again; he walked sullenly to his black chair and sat in it. He scooped the paper from the coffee table and grabbed the pen which was lying beside it. Sherlock's hand moved across the page elegantly leaving a trail of spidery black writing. A few minutes later he had finished. "There" he muttered to himself. Now all I have to do is wait for John.
A couple of hours later John returned with Mary at his side. "Hey Sherlock!" She beamed at him sitting in the chair opposite him. "Good afternoon Mary" he replied with a small nod. John cleared his throat looking at Sherlock suspiciously. "What's the matter John, something wrong?" Mary looked at John then confused looked at Sherlock. "He has wondered if I have done the advert he asked me to do, Mary" Sherlock tore his eyes away from Johns looking at Mary's baffled face. He stood from his chair and strode to his desk, he picked up the paper he had written the advert on and handed it to John. Taking the paper John started to read the writing on the piece of paper. "Young man looking for roommate, preferably with an occupation in science. He or she must have a high IQ and be clean also not tidy other people's possessions only their own. Is that it?" John stared at Sherlock in disbelief. "Urm well yes. I thought that was all that was needed to be put down." Shaking with anger John sat in the black arm chair, Mary walked over and sat on the arm of the chair and started rubbing his back sympathetically. A few minutes passed when suddenly Mary looked up from John. "Oh, I have just remembered!" John looked at his wife confused. "What is it Mary" he said worried. "Well remember when everyone came round here for New Year's," she waited till John had nodded before she carried on. "I remembered that when I was talking to Molly she told me that her friend needed a place to live. She said she works at St Bart's with her and that she had just broken up with her boyfriend, which meant she was looking for a place to stay. Maybe she could stay here?" She said eyeing up Sherlock who was lost in thought. After a while it was John who had answered Mary. "That's a good idea Mary!" Sherlock turned to look out the window still lost in thought, John stared after him. "Well Sherlock, what do you think?" Mary asked gently. "What do I think? Well let's see. I am guessing she is a woman, most likely that she is highly intelligent however, considering she has just broke up with her boyfriend she is probably an emotional wreck! Therefore I think it is a bad idea!" John put his head in his hand. "Why is it such a bad idea then Sherlock?" "Well an emotionally distressed women, will be craving those needs that she can't have with her boyfriend anymore also she will be an absolute mess and won't be able to do anything except cry!" Sherlock said while still gazing out the window. For a while it was silent when Mary suddenly shouted, "we do not just cry and do nothing Sherlock! Why don't you give her a try you haven't even met the girl yet!" "Fine, I shall give her a try!" Sherlock snapped back, he wanted to prove Mary right he always was anyway. "Finally we have actually gotten somewhere" John said rising from his chair. "I'll phone Molly as soon as we get home, and text you when we reach a date or you two to meet." He grabbed Mary's hand and then strode out the door leaving Sherlock alone.
Sherlock stood by the window looking out into the street anxious of what was going to happen when he met her, his roommate to be. After eleven o'clock, Sherlock was still staring out the window lost in his mind palace, he saw her. She walked at a quick pace, the brown curls of her hair bounced on her shoulder with every step she took, her eyes looked big on her pointed sensitive face, her blood red lips stood out on her pale skin. She was breath taking, Sherlock was wrong for once, he expected a miserable looking woman who couldn't be bothered to do her hair or make up. He watched her mesmerized as she walked to the front door of 221b. "She is her John!" Sherlock called, John came walking into the room a smile spread across his face. "Ready?" He asked. "Of course!" Sherlock snapped back. He could hear murmured voices downstairs and the sound of heels climbing the stairs. Knock knock. Sherlock ambled to the door and opened it swiftly to reveal Mrs Hudson and the gorgeous women he saw in the street. "Hello Sherlock this women says she has come to see you?" Said Mrs Hudson. "Yes that's right, good morning" he said gazing at her. She offered her hand for Sherlock to shake before she said, "good morning, I am guessing you are Sherlock Holmes?" Sherlock nodded and shook her hand. "I am Ella, Ella Daniels." She flashed a smile and came inside. "I am here about coming to live here with you as your roommate." "Ah yes of course sit down," he gestured to the black leather chair and carried on. "So shall we begin?" She sat down and smiled nodding. "Of course Mr Holmes." "Call me Sherlock," he smiled dazzling her, "so tell me about you Ella?" Ella placed her hands in her lap. She began telling Sherlock and John that she was well educated, having 3 degrees, one in science, art and Forensic science. Sherlock was impressed he could already see that they would get on. Ella carried on by telling them she worked at St Bart's with Molly Hopper, also she told them that she was good with bills, could cook and clean. She said that she would pay half of the rent to Mrs Hudson if Sherlock paid the other half, he agreed at this of course. When Ella had finished telling John and Sherlock about herself John said, "You seem very interesting and I would absolutely put my faith in looking after Sherlock." Ella laughed at this and said, "Oh I see is Sherlock incapable of looking after himself?" "Unfortunately so!" John replied. Suddenly Sherlock, who was once again deep in thought, cheerful said, "When can you move in?"