Sherlock decided to take the lovely Queen Cleopatra to the little deli just around the corner on Baker Street. Instead of a blanket, she wore one of Sherlock's spare jackets, which was a light brown instead of black. As they entered the shop, Sherlock ran into an old friend of his.

"Sherlock! So good to see you." It was the lovely Ms. Hudson.

The detective pulled her in for a gentle embrace, "Ah, Ms. Hudson, how are you?"

"Quite alright. How about you?"

"Fine. Just bringing my friend here so she can get a bite to eat."

Ms. Hudson looked over to Cleopatra and smiled, "Well hello there dear, I am Ms. Hudson, an old friend of Sherlock's. You are?"

Cleopatra looked up to Sherlock, confused about how much she should say.

"Her name is Cleopatra. You know, like the one from Egypt."

Ms. Hudson smiled, "Oh, what a lovely name. Quite fitting for such a lovely girl. Listen, I have to go run some errands, but Sherlock remember, the extra apartment here on Baker Street is still available if you need it. I still owe it to you."

Sherlock nodded as a goodbye, "Very well Ms. Hudson. I'll see what I can do. Pleasure seeing you here."

"Yes, it was lovely. Take care my dear boy."

"Will do."

As Ms. Hudson left, Sherlock and Cleopatra took the opportunity to sit on the vacant bar stools. Cleopatra looked at the menu, but really didn't know what to order, so she turned to Sherlock for his assistance. He gave her a rather sweet smile.

After some contemplation, Sherlock ordered BLT sandwiches and Earl Grey Tea for the two of them. She ate it and found the odd and new taste to be rather exquisite. Never had she eaten something so different and delicious. Sherlock laughed lightly at her fascination for something as common as a sandwich.

She took a hold of the tea and began sipping on it, trying to adjust to the rather strong and unique taste of it. It was still pretty hot, so she thought it would be a good idea to start up a small conversation.

"So, Sherlock, where exactly am I? It is all so different from the lands in Egypt, Rome, or Greece."

Sherlock smiled, trying to puzzle his words correctly while sipping the hot tea, "Well, you are in England. The city of London to be exact."

"I see… I do not believe I've ever been here before. So, how long has it been since my reign?"

"More than 2000 years."

Cleopatra was taken by surprise. It surely has been a really long time, "Oh, I see. Then, I must certainly be—" She frowned for a split second before turning around to hear the loud siren of a police car.

Sherlock looked out the window, only to notice Lestrade exiting the car. The detective sighed. It was the first time he was disappointed in seeing that there was a case he had to work on. He was actually enjoying the conversation.

"We have to go, Cleopatra." Sherlock wore a blank expression, putting on his jacket and scarf.

"Is there a problem?" Something deep down told Cleopatra that it was better off avoiding where the conversation was going for now.

"There could be." Sherlock paid the bill, and then led Cleopatra outside, "You see, I'm a consulting detective. If the police, the people who protect the city from crime, come to me, I help them find out who it is that committed the crimes."

"So you don't work with them?"

"In a way yes, but only if they ask me to. Technically, it is not my job."

"Oh, I see. Are you any good?"

Sherlock smiled, but before he could reply, Lestrade interrupted, "Sherlock, just the man I wanted to see. There's been a break-in and I need your help. Hopefully, I'm not intruding."

Sherlock noticed that Lestrade was referring to Cleopatra and quickly intervened to rid him of any assumptions, "No. I'm completely free."

"Great then. Let's go."

As Lestrade returned to his car, Sherlock leaned over to whisper in Cleopatra's ear, "Do you mind joining me or would you feel more comfortable staying in my flat while I finish up this case?"

The queen shrugged, "I suppose I could accompany you. All of this seems to be quite intriguing and unusual."

The detective smiled, taking a hold of her hand and calling up a cab, "Good to hear. Come along now."

With those last words, Cleopatra smiled to herself. Even though she was scared, she felt this surge of utter happiness. She knew, deep down, that she was in for the adventure of her life.