We walked into a little lab that had only a man with dark curly hair and Molly introduced us. Sherlock, as Molly said his name was, glanced up briefly from his microscope and it felt like he was peering into my being. I smirked as I finally figured out why Molly was so insistent that I go and at least meet him. He was like me and could see things that others couldn't. He flinched slightly as I did the same to him and deduced several things about him that he probably didn't want people to know about.
Just then the sandy haired man from earlier walked into the lab with a chubby dark haired man with glasses. With a quick glance I was able to tell that he was a returning veteran from either Afghanistan or Iraq. "Mike, can I borrow your phone?" Sherlock asks without even looking up from the microscope. "What's wrong with the landline?" Mike asked back suspiciously. It seemed that he was wary of whatever Sherlock had planned for the phone. "I prefer to text," He replied. "Umm… You can use mine," the sandy haired man said. Sherlock walked over to the man and grabbed the phone.
"So, Afghanistan or Iraq?" I asked. Everyone in the room had a shocked look on their face except for Molly and Sherlock who must have finally put the pieces together that I was like him. John said, "Afghanistan. How did you…" Sherlock cut him off and said, "How do you feel about the violin?" John still confused and shocked said, "I'm sorry what?" "I think it is a lovely instrument. I prefer the piano myself though," I said while grinning. "I play the violin when I'm thinking and sometimes I don't talk for days on end. Would that bother you? Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other," he said. "You told him about me," John said. Mike smiled and simply said, "Nope." "Then who said anything about being flatmates?" John asked. Sherlock said, "I did. Told Mike this morning I must be a difficult man to find a flatmate for. Now here he is, just after lunch with an old friend clearly just home from military service in Afghanistan. Wasn't a difficult leap. And as for you," he looked my way, "Molly has known for a while that I have been looking for a flatmate and here she is with a good friend who has just moved to London in order to escape from her past. Again not a difficult leap." I smile one of my fake smiles at being reminded of what I ran away from.
John asked me, "How did you know about Afghanistan?" I was about to go into an explanation when Sherlock said, "Got my eye on a nice little place in central London. We ought to be able to afford it. We'll meet there tomorrow evening, seven o'clock. Sorry, got to dash. I think I left my riding crop in the mortuary." I frowned at having my deductions interrupted. "Well, is that it?" John asks. "Is that what?" Sherlock asked genuinely confused. I rolled my eyes and said, "We've only just met and we're all going to go looking at a flat together is what he means." Sherlock tilts his head and says," Yes, is that a problem?" "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 exclaimed. Sherlock while walking to the door said, "I know you're an Army doctor and you've been invalided home from Afghanistan. You've got a brother worried about you but you won't go to him for help because you don't approve of him, possibly because he's an alcoholic more likely because he recently walked out on his wife. And I know your therapist thinks your limp's psychosomatic quite correctly, I'm afraid. That's enough to go on, don't you think? The name is Sherlock Holmes, and the address is 221B Baker Street. Afternoon." He walked out and I rolled my eyes at the theatrics he uses in order to get his point across.
I walked over to John; I held out my hand and said, "I'm Iris by the way. Pleasure to meet you." He shook my hand and said, "John Watson. Umm… So were you able to tell everything about me too from just looking at me?" "Yes, but I don't like to show off as much as Sherlock seems too," I said while smiling. "Well I guess I will see you tomorrow then," John said as we left the room. I said, "See you then," and walked over to Molly's office.
Thank again for reading my story. So I was silly enough to go and type up the whole chapter and forget to save it. So I managed to retype it today before and during work. Anyway I would love for you all to let me know what you think of the story so far. Love much, Iris