It was later that day that Sherlock met the mysterious lips of the operation. He had spotted her before she had even spoken. Her hair was golden and curly and she stood with an eccentric mysteriousness. Sherlock locked his eyes on her and stayed glued. She came closer and whispered in his ears.

" This case was of no significance, but I needed you to befriend those like you. Later, you will see the difference between you and I. A challenge will make you question your capabilities. But work with your new friends just in case of the chance, you may get lucky and succeed. Just a word of advice, don't overestimate your abilities. It could lead you astray."

She kissed the strong neck of the consulting detective and slid a piece of paper under his hands. Sherlock's eyes stuck to her as she fleet away like she was never there to begin with.

John eyed Sherlock, "Who was that?" He grabbed the paper from under Sherlock's hands.

7354 Redset Avenue

S.B.

"I think we have a new case, Sherlock."

"I think we do."

TO BE CONTINUED…