Sherlock wondered the empty streets for almost two hours until he saw another person. It was a tall dark-haired girl with brown eyes. She was just coming back from a party. Sherlock could tell by the dress she was wearing and the way she was walking that she had fun but was just to tired to go on. She had to have a phone with her.

"Excuse me! Miss? Could I use your phone," Sherlock asked the woman.

"What? Um, sure. Here." She handed him the phone. "My name is Danielle."

She's American. Obviously she's been here a while though, you can tell by the way she says her R's.

"You're from America?"

"Yeah, I moved here about a year ago. I like it, but sometimes I get a bit homesick."

"I went to America once. New York. I hated it. The people were stupid and rude."

Danielle laughed. "Glad you liked it, though I think I enjoyed it more when I went there. I'm from Texas. It's a lot different there, trust me. And no, we don't all own horses," she joked.

Sherlock did his best to force a smile on his face. "Yes, well, I'm lost and I need to call my flatmate so he can pick me up." He dialed John's number and waited. No answer. You're on a date, aren't you. Why can't you just stop dating those stupid girls that aren't your type? You're better than that, John. I'm right here. He deleted the last part from his memory and handed Danielle her phone back.

"Danielle-"

"Please, call me Danny."

"Danny, I don't have a way home. Do you think you could-"

"No problem. I'll call a cab and pay."

"Thank y-"

"If you'll let me give you my number."

Not seeing any way out of this he sighed and agreed. Just because he got her number didn't mean he had to call her back. Danny took out a pen and wrote her name and number on his arm. Then she called a cab and gave him money for his ride home.

When Sherlock looked back, Danny was gone.


When Sherlock got home, John had made it back to the flat.

"Did you have fun on your date," Sherlock asked even though the answer was written all over John's face.

"Yeah, me and Julie really hit it off."

Suddenly Sherlock had this strange feeling in his stomach. What was it? Jealousy, maybe? Whatever it was, he had never felt it before and he really didn't like it.

"Did you have fun doing... Whatever it was you were doing? I'm kind of scared to know what it was."

"Yeah, I was just going for a walk. I didn't really mean to stay out this late, otherwise I would have brought my phone."

"Oh."

"You know, John." Sherlock knew he should stop talking but it felt like something was controlling him. "I met someone while I was out."

"Oh really," John said, obviously not really paying attention.

"Yeah. A girl. A really nice one. I got her number. I'm thinking about seeing her again."

"That's nice Sherlock,"John replied still not fully paying attention.

"I like her and I think I'm going to invite her to dinner." John said nothing. Shut up Sherlock. "Maybe go for a walk in the park." John still said nothing. Shut up Sherlock! "I think I might ask her to be my girlfriend."

"What?" Now John was paying attention.

Now you've done it.

"Yeah." Why can't I just shut up? "Her name is Danny."