(A/N) Hi! The Twist will be coming before a Study in Pink has finished, so sit tight! I want to thank LunarAquaGirl, for being the best friend ever. She is so supportive! Reviews always welcome! ;)
Mike and John soon arrived at their destination, Bart's Hospital. Mike led John to a lab of sorts, where a man sat dripping various fluids into a vial. He looked like he hadn't acknowledged their presence. Suddenly, the man spoke.
"Mike can I borrow your phone?" He said in a baritone voice. "No signal on mine."
"What's wrong with the landline?" Inquired Mike.
"I prefer to text." The man replied coldly.
"Sorry. It's in my pocket." Said Mike.
"Uh, here, use mine." Suggested John and held out his phone to the man.
"Ah. Thank you." Said the man, accepting the phone.
"This is John Watson, an old friend of mine." Said Mike, gesturing at the army doctor.
The man did not look up from his text, but instead said:
"Afghanistan or Iraq?"
"Sorry?" John was confused. How did this strange man know?
"Afghanistan or Iraq, which was it?" The man repeated.
"Afghanistan, how did you kn-" John was cut off by the arrival of a woman in her early thirties with light brown hair entering the room.
"Ah, Molly. Coffee, Thank you." Said this odd man, taking a cup of coffee from the woman 'Molly'.
He frowned for a second.
"What happened to the lipstick?" Asked the man.
"Uh, it wasn't working for me." Replied Molly shyly.
The man raised a single thin eyebrow.
"Really?" He said. "I thought it was a big improvement. Lips are too small now."
This man was extremely rude, but Molly seemed oblivious to that. She was quite obviously begotten with this tall, shady man.
"How do you feel about the violin?" Asked the man suddenly.
"Sorry, what?" Asked John.
"I play the violin when I'm thinking, sometimes I don't talk for days on end but that wouldn't bother you would it?"
John shot the man a confused look.
"Potential flat-mates should know the worst about each other, don't you think?"
"Alright, who told you about me?" Jon asked. there was no way in hell that this man could know all this by looking at him, was there?
"Nobody." The man replied.
"And who said anything about flat-mates?"
"I did." The man replied. "I was talking to Mike this morning and I said that I must be a very hard person to find a roommate for."
"How did you know about Afghanistan?" Asked John.
The man avoided the question,he was putting on a long coat an wrapping a blueish-grey scarf around his neck.
"There's a nice place up in central London, I think we can afford it together. Meet me there at 7 o' clock tomorrow." The man started to walk towards the door. "Sorry, got to dash, have to get my riding crop."
"Wait, so that's it." Said John. The man wheeled around and looked impatient.
"So that's what?"
"We've only just met and we're going to go look at a flat together?"
"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."
The man grinned.
"The name is Sherlock Holmes, and the address is 221B Bakers Street." And with a smile and a wink, Sherlock Holmes swept from the room.