Thanks for your constructive reviews for all of you who did! I realize now what I'm going to do, and just develop the relationship only slower than before. I feel very confident with this story and I hope it continues to be successful.


"Okay, you've got questions," Sherlock says, breaking the silence. I turn away from the window and look at him.

"We're going to a crime scene?" He nods. "I haven't been to one of these in years! Who are you? What do you do?"

"What do you think?"

"I'd say private detective, but police don't go to private detectives. They don't consult amateurs, but you're not an amateur. I don't know, what are you?" I finish, earning a smirk.

"Consulting detective. Only one in the world, I invented the job."

"What does that mean?"

"It means when the police are out of their depth, which is always, they consult me."

"Okay, Mr. Smart Man. If you're so clever-"

"I am so clever."

"Tell me how you knew about Afghanistan." He sits in the silence for a moment, thinking.

"The way you hold yourself says military. You're an old friend with Mike, possibly back when he was learning at Bart's. Your confirmation earlier today proved I was right, you're a doctor, army doctor to be exact. You're face is tanned but not tanned above the wrists. You've been abroad, not sunbathing. This limits me to two options, Afghanistan or Iraq."

"Anything about my brother?" I challenge him again.

"Your phone is expensive, email enabled, MP3 player. You were looking for a flat share, you wouldn't waste money on this, so it's a gift then. Scratches, not one but many over time. Been in the same pocket as keys and coins. Chances are you wouldn't treat a luxury item like this, so previous owner. Then there's the engraving- Harry Watson. Clearly a family member, but not a father. This is a young man's gadget. Could be a cousin, but you're a war hero who can't find a place to live. You probably don't have any extended family, at least not that you're close to. Brother it is. And Clara, who's Clara? Three kisses says romantic attachment, expense of the phone says wife not girlfriend. The model's only six months old, so it's been given to them recently. He would have kept it if she left him. No, he wanted rid of it, he left her. So he gave it to you, hoping to keep in touch. You need a place to stay and you're not going to your brother for help. Says you have a problem with him, probably because of his drinking."

"Drinking?" I interrupt, making him glare at me.

"I was getting there. Tiny scuffs around the charger hole, result of being plugged in with unsteady hands. Never see those marks on a sober man's phone, never on a drunk's without."

"Amazing. Absolutely fantastic," I praise him.

"You think so?" He looks at me skeptically.

Yes. Brilliant, but wrong."

"Wrong? What's wrong about it?"

"Harry doesn't drink, and neither do I. Those tiny scratches are just us trying to plug it in, but missing. Everyone has those marks, on almost every gadget." He looks up in thinking, then makes an 'o' with his mouth. "It's alright though, you did brilliantly. Whenever I do something like that, people just calls me names. Like freak." He looks to me with a softened gaze, but quickly covers it.

"People don't usually compliment me like that."

"What do they usually say?"

"Piss off." He smiles towards me again before looking out the window, launching us back into silence.


I know it's short, but so is this scene. The next one should be a lot longer, I didn't really plan any pauses until the end of the episode! (oops) I'll try and break it up, and hopefully have it up soon. See you then!

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