TIME SKIIIIIPP! (Sorry, I couldn't resist.)
I follow Mike into one of the labs at Bart's. I notice a tall, thin man standing at a microscope. He stands with grace, though he doesn't react when the door opens. Sociopath, is all I can think of.
"Mike, can I borrow your phone? Mine won't work down here," he asks, without looking at us.
"There's always the landline," Mike states, walking towards the living mystery.
"I prefer to text, you know that."
"Well, you're out of luck. I left it upstairs."
"You can use mine," I offer, earning his attention. He stands still for a moment, staring at me, before he reaches for my phone. He flips it open before saying anything.
"This is an old friend of mine, Jane Watson," Mike announces.
"Afghanistan or Iraq?" The question catches me off-guard.
"What?" I ask, making him smirk.
"Which was it, Afghanistan or Iraq?" He asks again.
"Afghanistan. How did you know that?" At this moment, the door opens again and a lady carrying coffee walks in.
"Ah, Molly. Coffee, Thank you," the man says to her. "What happened to the lipstick?"
"It wasn't working for me," she smiles slightly.
"Really, I thought it was a big improvement. Your mouth's too... small now," he takes a sip and walks back to his microscope. She lowers her head in defeat, starting for the door.
"Don't believe him," I mutter to her as she passes, earning a smile. Once she's out of the room, I glare at the man. "You could have been a little nicer. It's obvious she cares for you and yet you're being a tosser." His head flies up at this statement. He looks back down almost immediately, trying to cover himself.
"How do you feel about the violin? I play the violin when I'm thinking, will that bother you?" He asks, staring at a sheet of paper.
"I think the violin is lovely, thanks!" I yell angrily. "What does this have to with anything at the present moment?"
"Potential flatmates should know the worst of each other," he comments.
"Who said anything about flatmates?" I ask again, my patience wearing thin.
"I did, to Mike this morning. Told him I'm difficult to find a flatmate for, and here he is right after lunch with an old friend who's clearly back home from military service in Afghanistan. Wasn't a difficult leap."
"About Afghanistan, how did you know that?"
"I've got my eye on a nice little place in Central London. Together we ought to be able to afford it. We meet there tomorrow evening, seven o'clock. Sorry, got to dash. I think I left my riding crop in the mortuary." I cringe slightly at riding crop, but continue to badger him as he walks towards the door.
"That's it then? I know nothing about you, you know everything about me, and we're gonna look at flat."
"Oh, but I do know everything about you. You're an army doctor and you've been invalided home from Afghanistan.I know you've got a brother who's worried about you, but you won't go to him for help. Which means you don't approve of him- possibly because he's an alcoholic, more likely because he recently walked out on his wife. That's enough to be going on with, don't you think?" He finishes, walking to the door. "The name's Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221b Baker Street, afternoon." He winks at me before walking out of the room.
"Did he just-?" I turn to Mike.
"Remind you of someone?" He asks in return, smirking.
"Shut up, you knob."
Okay, now we're getting somewhere! If you're at all confused at anything, send me a message or review or something. I'll try and clear it up for you. I'm really proud of how this is turning out, and I hope you're still with me on this!
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