Dan POV:

I get in the cab. I really hope Phil comes to the flat. He'll be the only friend I have. My brother Adrian always says I'm "too serious".

When I come back to the flat, I see Phil standing there knocking on the door. I get out of the cab and greet him.

"Hello Phil."

"Ah. Mr. Howell."

"It' Dan please"

I shake his hand. It's really firm. Hmm strong hands.

"Well, this is a prime spot. Must be really expensive." he says

"Oh, Mrs Hudson, the landlady, she's giving me a special deal. She owes me a favour. A few years back, her husband got himself sentenced to death in Florida. I was able to help out."

"Sorry, so you stopped her husband being executed?"

"Oh no, no. I ensured it."

I smiled at him when Mrs. Hudson opens the front door. and gives me a hug.

"Sherlock, my dear hello."

"Mrs Hudson, Doctor Phil Lester."

"Why Hello my dear." she says.

"Hello." Phil says.

"Come in, come in" Mrs Hudson says.

"Thank you."

I open the door for Phil. Oh no. I forgot to tidy the place up. Now he's never going to move in.

"Umm Well, this could be very nice. Very nice indeed."

"Yes. Yes, I think so too" Phew.

"Soon as we get all this rubbish cleaned out. So this is all your…"

"Well, obviously I can, um, straighten things up a bit when you move in" I say.

Phil POV"

"What do you think, then, Phil? There's another bedroom upstairs if you'll be needing two bedrooms." Mrs. Hudson says as she walks in.

"Of course we'll be needing two." I say defensively.

"Oh, Dan. Look at the mess you've made." Mrs. Hudson says.

I sit on the chair while Mrs. Hudson and Dan talk.

"So, I looked you up on the internet last night."

"Found anything interesting?" he asks

"I found your website, The Science of Deduction."

"What did you think?"

"Um you said you could identify a software designer by his tie and an airline pilot by his left thumb."

"Yes. I can also read your military career in your face and your leg, and your brother's drinking habits in your mobile phone."

"How?"

He smiles. Those dimples, it makes him so attractive. Wait.. Phil you're straight. Well that's what I think. Besides we've only met yesterday.

Dan POV:

"What about these suicides then? I thought that'd be right up your street. Three exactly the same." Mrs. Hudson says.

I look out a window and see a police car.

"Four." I say

"There's been a fourth. And there's something different this time."

"A fourth?" she asks

I turn and see D.I. Lestrade come into the living room.

"Where is it now?"

"Brixton, Lauriston Gardens." DI says.

"So what's new about this one? You wouldn't have come to get me if there wasn't something different."

"You know how victims never leave notes?"

"Yeahhh." I say.

"Well this one did. Will you come?" He pleads.

"Who's on forensics?"

"It's Anderson."

Ughh I hate Anderson. Cheated on me a few years ago.

"Anderson. Won't work with me."

"Well, he won't be your assistant." DI says.

"Well you know I need an assistant."

"Will you come? Please." He begs.

"Not in a police car. I'll be right behind."

"Thank you."

I wait until The DI leaves. Once he leaves I jump in the air.

"Brilliant! Yes! Ah, four serial suicides, and now a note! Oh, it's Christmas!" I say as i jump for joy.

"Mrs Hudson, I'll be late. Might need some food." I say as I put on my coat.

"I'm your landlady, dear, not your housekeeper." she answers back.

"Something cold will do. Phil, have a cup of tea, make yourself at home. Don't wait up!"

Phil POV:

"Look at him, dashing about! My husband was just the same."

Gosh this lady thinks that Dan and I are together. Well not yet.

"But you're more the sitting-down type, I can tell."

Ughh okay.

"I'll make you that cuppa. You rest your leg."

"Damn my leg!" I shout.

I yelled just as loud to scare Mrs. Hudson. I'm such a terrible person.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry. It's just sometimes this bloody thing " I say as I hit my leg with my cane.

"I understand, dear; I've got a hip."

"Cup of tea will be lovely, thank you."

"Just this once, dear. I'm not your housekeeper."

"Couple of biscuits too, if you've got some!" I shout.

"Not your housekeeper! She shouts back."

I read the newspaper as I see Dan walk in.

"You're a doctor, you're an Army doctor." He say.

"Yes."

"Seen a lot of injuries, then, violent deaths?"

"Mmm, yes."

"Wanna see some more?"

"Oh God, yes." I answer optimistically.

Dan run out the door and I limp behind him.

"Sorry, Mrs Hudson, I'll skip the tea."

"Both of you?" she say.

"Impossible suicides? Four of them? There's no point sitting at home when there's finally something fun going on!"

Dan kisses her cheek, and yes I was tad a bit jealous.

"Look at you, all happy. It's not decent." Mrs. Hudson says.

"Who cares about decent? The game, Mrs Hudson, is on!" He shouts.

"Taxi!"