Some where in London two men were talking.
"Ahh" said John, "I'll never afford a London flat these day's and I know no one to share with."
"You know some one else said exactly the same to me earlier, I'll take you to meet them later. First let's catch up," the other man, Mike, replied.
Meanwhile, somewhere else a similar conversation was taking place between two girls.
"Yeah I came back," she said, "There's not much work for me in America. I'm glad I kept my office but I need to flat share with some one."
"You know you're the second person to say that to me today, I'll take you to meet the first later. Let's catch up first," she replied.
A while later John and Mike walked into a lab.
"There he is," said Mike pointing to a tall man bent over a microscope.
"Can I borrow a phone?" the man asked.
"Yeah, use mine," John replied passing over his phone.
The microscope man looked up "Afghanistan or Iraq?"
"Sorry?" John responded.
"Which was it, Afghanistan or Iraq?" He asked again.
"Afghanistan. Sorry. How did you—" John was totally baffled by this.
A young woman walked in, he passed back the phone.
"Ah, Molly! Coffee. Thank you. What happened to the lipstick?" The tall man asked.
Molly replied with "It wasn't working for me."
"Really? I thought it was a big improvement. Your mouth's too small now," he responded.
"Okay," Molly muttered to herself.
The tall man turned to John and stated, "I've got my eye on a nice little place in Central London. Together we ought to be able to afford it. We meet there tomorrow evening at seven o'clock. Sorry, got to dash. I think I left my riding crop in the mortuary."
John replied, "Is that it?"
"Is that what?" he questioned.
"We've only just met and we're going to go look at a flat." John replied.
"Problem?" he requestioned.
"We don't know a thing about each other. I don't know where we're meeting. I don't even know your name," John stated.
"I know you're an army doctor and you've been invalided home from Afghanistan. And I know that your therapist thinks your limp's psychosomatic, quite correctly I'm afraid. That's enough to be going on with, don't you think?" He exits and pops back in." The name's Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221B Baker Street. Afternoon."
The man who introduced them turned and simply said, "Yeah. He's always like that."
Sherlock was back in the lab a while later two girls walked in.
He took his phone out of his pocket fiddled with it for a moment and put it away before asking, "Can I borrow your phone?"
"Urm yeah," the one needing a room mate said handing over her phone.
Sherlock sent a text before passing back the phone, she looked at it and tapped it a few times before looking up saying, "So, Sherlock Holmes what can you deduce about me?"
"I'm sorry what?" Sherlock spluttered turning to her.
"What can you deduce about me?" She replied.
"No, before that," he responded.
"So, Sherlock Holmes?" She asked.
"Yes, how do you know who I am?" He asked.
"Oh it's easy. When you took your phone out your pocket I saw your St. Bartholomew's card said Holmes, and then your message ended ~SH. Not many S Holmes' around here. Pretty simple see." she explained.
"Oh. Well I see that you usually wear three quarter length sleeves, you're left handed, and you've recently been on holiday to America I think? Oh and you're very clumsy." He stated quite pleased with himself.
"Mostly correct," she replied before writing on a card and turning to leave.
"So was there any reason to this?" Sherlock asked as she got to the door.
"Yeah, this," she said. She kissed a card and holding it between two fingers she throws it to him before saying, "Tonight, don't be late," and walking out the door.
He looked at the card in his hand 'Dr. J. Williams,' followed by an address. He turned it over to find a gold lipstick kiss and where the lips met a time, '22:16'.
But what would happen at this meeting and what would happen between him and his new room mate?