"So what is going on?" John asked the inspector who looked at him and frowned
"Don't you know?" John shook his head
"Sherlock never talks about women, I asked once but he said he was married to his work"
Lestrade nodded "that sound like Sherlock, I'm surprised he didn't tell you about her though..." he's voice trailed off and John looked at him expectantly
"Who is she that you keep talking about?" the inspector looked at John and raised his eyebrows but said nothing. John huffed and slumped back against his chair and the journey continued in silence.
They soon arrived outside a hospital and John and Lestrade got out of the car and headed inside. They walked into reception, Lestrade walked to the desk and spoke to a nurse with kind eyes and blond hair. She nodded as John watched and walked out from behind the desk and walked off down the corridor, Lestrade followed and indicated for John to follow him.
They followed the nurse down corridors and hallways past rooms full of patients and ill people. After seeing room after room they reached a door that resembled a broom cupboard, the nurse reached into her pocket and pulled out a slim key and put it into the lock. It fit in easily and she opened the door quietly. The three walked in and the nurse shut the door behind them, the room was not a cupboard as John had expected it was simply a door into another corridor. This corridor however was different to the other ones they had been through this one was pure white and spotless. It was also totally empty, not a person was in the corridor. The nurse smiled at John and walked towards another door, the only other door in the corridor.
"You can go in now" said the nurse and the two men walked in.
They where now stood in a room that was white as well. In the center of the room was a bed and the only color in the room was a splash of chocolate brown. John walked over to the bed and looked, the brown was hair, and the hair was attached to a beautiful girl. She had pale, pale skin and her eyes where closed letting her long dark lashes rest on her cheek. John's breath caught in his throat and he looked back from the girl to Lestrade "Who is she?" he asked.
Lestrade chuckled "your to late, hands off" John looked confused "She's engaged" John nodded in understanding but his brow furrowed suddenly
"But what had she got to do with Sherlock?"
