"So how long have you two been on the road? What do you do for a living?"

I thank God sometimes for being late. Without that failed alarm clock, these two hotties wouldn't have caught the same cab as me. Where we could of shared 20-30 minutes of flirtatious fun. And guess who actually did that? This kid. You should summon the applause.

"Um..well we've been-"

A loud crashing sound pressed in my ears as something heavy hit my side. To my right, all I saw was seven different metals progressing towards me striking and bringing forth blood. Little chips of glass flew everywhere.

"CHELBI!" was the last thing I heard, before it went black.


Knock. Knock. Knock. Sherlock looked over his shoulder intolerantly from his laptop. "Oh what now? John get the door."

Sherlock fixed his eyes back on his laptop and continued reading. "John."

Silence.

"John!"

The only reply was a fly's buzz and even he didn't seem enthusiastic to respond.

Sherlock sighed and got up from his chair; his robe swishing behind him.

"I'm not cleaning out the fridge, John."

Sherlock's bare feet reached the door and he peered out to see who it was. No one. Not a single living organism out but Mrs. Hudson's cat. Sherlock opened the door and looked down because that's what all fictional characters do when there is a knock on the door that belongs to no one. And not to his surprise, an envelope with scratchy blue ink awaited there by his feet. Sherlock looked around once more and picked up the letter.

Sliding it across his studious nose and measuring the width with his careful hands, Sherlock had come to the conclusion that he had gained yet another admirer. He smirked.

Sherlock stepped back into the flat and closed the door. Walking back over to where he was sitting, his crisp eyes cut through every word pronounced on the pages.

I've got a case for you sweet cheeks. Twenty year old American was caught in a car crash. But interestingly enough, the American wasn't hurt. The other car was. They were left without a scratch.

LaGuardia Airport

East Elmhurst, New York

Did I forget to mention, the American is a woman? Have fun and play nice. Don't get too distracted by the beautiful mystery she brings. I know you fancy a challenge. Also, thought you would like to know, she enjoys disappearing.

Signed with a kiss, the sender left nothing else but the blood-red lipstick stain.

"John, get ready. We are leaving…..John! Wake up you idiot! We are leaving!"