I don't know if I've already mentioned this, but I wrote this a loooooong time ago. It's full of errors as such that I'll try to correct when I finally gather the courage to read through it.

But anyway, back to what I really wanted to say: I'm currently writing a Star Wars/Force Awakens fanfic! I'll try and publish a first chapter in the coming month, so be sure to check it out!

Days past. Mave and John often met each other downstairs, and Mave always heard news about them, searching for a new case. One afternoon, John came back while Mave was in the corridor, just having come home from Saturday work. John had just went shopping- without success. Mave went up with him. Sherlock was reading a book on the armchair and looked up at them.

"That took you time."

"Yes, I didn't get the shopping."

"Why not?"

"Apparently, he had a row, with a chip-and-PIN machine."

"You, you had a row with a machine?" he asked turning to John.

"Sort of. It sat there and I shouted abuse. Have you got cash?"

"Take my card."

John went over to the kitchen and Mave went after him, newly curious about everything in it. In one cupboard she got out a glass filled with eyeballs.

"Awesome!"

She turned to watch the conversation between John and Sherlock.

"You've not even moved since I left. And what happened about that case you were offered – the Jaria Diamond?"
"Not interested."

Mave smirked at his stubbornness
"I sent them a message."

Mave looked over at Sherlock who sat there innocently, pushing something beneath the seat with his foot. Mave moved over and saw that it was a sword. She looked at him, puzzled. As John went away he half smiled at her and she half laughed back. There was a ring that came from her pocket. She had received an email.

"Great... gotta go. See you!"

She skipped down the stairs gracefully and went into her flat. She let herself fall onto the couch and opened up her email.

'Hi! I saw your pen-pal account and thought you could be someone to write to. I can also get bored at times. I'm an actor but sounds cool that you're a scientist. I did some studies in that area, but, you know, kind of goes away after time...

Anyway, hope to hear from you!

James.'

'Hi! Sure I'd love to talk. I'm having quite a busy time though, so please excuse me if I answer late sometimes. I work in a hospital and still attend Uni. A lot of work to do! Also, there are the flat owners above me who are never boring, and who always interrupt me working...'

An answer came not a minute after she had sent.

'Don't worry about the time, got a lot of that. Who are those flat owners?'

'Sherlock and John Watson, they've got this blog thing, you should check it out.'

'Oh! Wow! I'm a giant fan of that blog! I love their detective stories! If I weren't an actor, I really would have liked being a detective.'

'Well, he's not really a detective, he's a consulting detective.'

'Ah I see... well I'd love to be a consulting detective then. :D'

Mave looked at the screen, not knowing what to write when another message popped up.

'Care to give me your phone number? I think texting would be much easier. Besides, then we wouldn't need internet...'

'Phone numbers aren't to be given to stranger, Mister "I want to be consulting detective."'

'Sorry.'

'No matter. But I should get to work now.'

She closed the laptop and went over to her desk. Her pocket rung. A message.

'Now who's detective? ;)'

Mave stared at the message in awe.

'How did you do that?'

'…'

Mave smirked at the screen. Either it was detective work, or... it wasn't Sherlock for sure, his email address was on his blog and she knew he never uses emails. John wouldn't do that, Molly neither. Mysterious James. Who was he?