John woke up the next morning completely forgetting about the events that happened the night before. He walked into the kitchen to find Mrs. Hudson bringing up a tray with a cuppa tea and a plate of eggs and toast. "Good morning, John." She said cheerfully.
"Good morning, Mrs. Hudson." He said in a drowsy voice.
"I'm sorry if I woke you up. I just thought I'd bring you up some breakfast since this is your first morning here." She said as she set it down on a near by table.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson, you didn't have to do that."
"It's my treat. This is the only time I'll be doing this. I'm not your housekeeper."
"I didn't expect you to be." He smiled a little as he sat down.
"I'll be right down stairs if you need anything, dear." She turned and walked down the stairs. As John ate, he felt like someone was watching him, just like the feeling he had the night before. Then he remembered seeing the man, Sherlock Holmes, in his flat playing the violin. That couldn't have been real. I was just extremely tired and it was just a hallucination.Yet, it felt so real and that it really did happen. He looked down at he watch. "Shit." It was 8:45, 15 minutes before he was supposed to be at his new job at St. Bartholomew's Hospital. He put all thoughts about Sherlock aside and stuffed the rest of his breakfast in his mouth and rushed to get ready. He grabbed something from his suit case, I need to unpack tonight he thought before he rushed out of the flat and called a cab.
20 minutes later the cab pulled up to the hospital. "Your stop, sir." The cabby said.
"Thank you." He quickly paid and ran into the hospital. When he got in he walked up to the front desk, "Excuse me." The woman at the desk looked up. She had short, blonde hair and blue eyes. She was small, but very pretty. "May I help you, sir?" She asked.
"Yes. I'm John Watson. Do you happen to know where I could find umm Mike Stamford?"
"Oh yes, he is expecting you in his office. I'll take you there." She got up, "Sam, do you think you could take over for me for a few minutes?" Another woman nodded and took the woman's place at the desk. "Right this way, Mr. Watson." She said as she lead him down a corridor.
"Please, call me John."
"Very well, John. I'm Mary Morstan." She held out her hand.
"You already know who I am. It's nice meeting you." He shook her hand.
"It's nice meeting you too." She smiled at him. They walked in silence for a bit until they reached the door. Mary knocked. "Come in." A voice said. She opened the door, "Mike, a John Watson is here to see you."
"Ah yes, please let him in." Mary stepped aside for John to enter, "Good luck." She said to him.
"Thanks." He walked into the room, "I'm sorry I'm late, sir. I lost track of time..." He looked up and froze. The man standing in front of him was one of the men that he had seen in his dream. Mike... That's what Sherlock had called him...
"It's alright. I'll let you off this time since it is your first day, but not again, John?"
"Yes, sir."
"Please, have a seat and call me Mike. I don't mind." He gestured to a seat in front of his desk.
"Thank you." John sat down.
"Now, you will be working in your own office on the first floor. You will get paid £23,076 every month. You will also be working with an assistant and I do believe you have already met her."
"Who is it?"
"Mary Morstan."
"Ah."
"Your room is 112. Here is your key," He slid a key over to him. "Do you have any questions?"
"Umm no."
"Ok then." I'll show you where your office is." He said as he got up.
"Thank you." John got up and followed him. They walked in silence for a few minutes before Mike spoke.
"How are you liking London so far?"
"It's nice. A bit different than the suburbs, but I like it."
"I love it here. It can get a little chaotic sometimes, but it's a good city. May I ask where you are staying?"
"221B Baker Street."
A sad look crossed Mike's face. "I knew the bloke who lived in the flat before you." He sighed, "He was an interesting man, that Sherlock Holmes. He had a brilliant mind, but he was quite rude sometimes. Sherlock was nice to have around. He spent a lot of time in the labs and the morgue. It was a pity that he had committed suicide. I was actually quite shocked when he did."
"I've heard that he did it because he was a fake."
"Sherlock Holmes was a lot of things, John, but he was by no means a fake." They stopped in front a door. "Here it is." He opened the door and entered. "Hello Mary, I've brought someone for you."
"Hello again, John."
"Hello Mary." John said.
"I'll let Mary show you the ropes. Have a good first day John."
"Thank you, Mike." He turned his attention to Mary. "So where do I begin?"
