A/N: The Sherlock Holmes series belongs to ACD. Sherlock series belongs to Moffat and Gatiss. All original characters and story belong to me. Kind of a short one, this time. Just a bit of intro-babble.

Sydney returned to her dorm with a look of utter confusion.

Wow. Not only did I really just meet the famed Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson, but I even got Sherlock's number. Okay, so it was kind of forced onto my phone by him. No, I didn't ask for it, but I got it anyway. God, Olivia's gonna be jealous. ...This is going to be hilarious.

She walked inside to see her roommate hunched in front of her laptop, as usual. She mused to herself that Olivia's complexion seemed similar to that of the officer called "Donovan." Coarse curly hair pulled back into a bun with a few loose strands here and there, thick plastic framed glasses kept on her face only by how scrunched up her nose was. She was typing madly, making scoffing noises as she went.

"What's this, another flame war over what color shorts he wears?" Sydney asked sarcastically. Olivia sat bolt upright and nearly fell out of her chair, her glasses balanced on the tip of her nose.

"Syd! Didn't hear you come in! And, don't joke about stuff like that. There've been at least fourteen of those these past two months that I've had to put out!" she retorted quite seriously. Sydney couldn't help but giggle. "Anyway, no, this time the class board is going bonkers! SH was spotted here! At the school!"

"I know." Olivia blinked as she readjusted her glasses.

"How?" she asked.

"Because I met him. And the doctor." Sydney started counting down from five in her head. Olivia's eyes slowly widened and her mouth began to hang agape.

"What." said she, her voice climbing an octave and a half higher than usual.

"Want proof? I got his number," Sydney said, holding out her mobile to her. Olivia started to grimace.

"Oh, sure, and just about everyone who's ever been to Sherlock's site, too." She whirled back to her computer, hunched over again, and resumed typing. Sydney began to smile.

"I don't think you understand. He actually gave me his number. Personally." Olivia slowed her typing. "And, I got his photograph." She sat up again and stopped typing entirely. "Posed, even." She got up and grabbed her roommate's mobile. She couldn't believe her eyes. There on her roommate's screen, her one friend that wasn't part of her Sherlock forum, her one friend that didn't squeal every time Dr. Watson's blog updated, had a photograph. Of Sherlock himself. Smiling for the camera.

"You lucky bitch," said she, grinning.

"I know," Sydney replied, smiling as well. "Knew you'd say that."

"I can't belive you got him to pose for you! Or that you even got the photograph in the first place! Please let me post this!" Olivia begged. Sydney scowled.

"Absolutely not. The only one I'm showing this to is you. Besides, he wasn't here to sign autographs, Olivia. A student is dead."

"221b Baker Street," John told the cabbie as he and Sherlock entered. The two were heading home after their strange encounter at the community college.

"You don't think it was the theatre teacher, do you?" John asked Sherlock, who was staring out the window.

"No. But someone must want the police to think so. Someone has something against that Professor Baker. Someone with access to the school's sample blood bank..." he started, trying to come up with a chain of events in his head. John shook his head at the last statement.

"From what I gather from Sydney's comment, anyone can get in there," he explained.

"Right. But, can anyone get in there without expressed permission?"

"So, if SH is here, then that means that something's weird about this one, huh?" Olivia asked. Sydney nodded her head.

"Yeah. Something about blood being where it shouldn't, or something. The blood was also from Professor Baker's donation for the forensic's lab." Olivia's eyes got wide.

"Professor Baker? Your theatre professor? You're kidding!" she declared. Sydney shook her head quickly.

"It was missing from the bank. I don't think he did it, but someone must want us to think that." Olivia motioned like she agreed. She stood up from her chair and faced Sydney.

"So, what's the plan, Syd? You gonna do a bit of sleuthing?" Sydney looked at her incredulously.

"Ah, no. That's their job. I'm just a student..."

"That the police want to contact if anything else happens and that SH wants to have call him if something else happens," Olivia pointed out. Sydney sighed.

"Well, Sherlock figured out I'm in Baker's class, so we're going to wait until tomorrow to start figuring anything else out."

"So, what, is he going to pop over to your class, say hello, and try to arrest the professor?"

"I hope not. To any of that. I don't know what I'd do if I saw him tomorrow. Especially if he just decided to barge into my class!"

"You're actually calling someone?" John asked Sherlock confused as the latter put his mobile up to his ear.

"Yes, now shh!" Sherlock replied hurriedly. He then inhaled a bit as he seemed to reach someone. ""Hello, Mycroft, never took you as one for school reunions." Silence filled the flat as Mycroft replied. "Really? So what were you doing at a college around 1:45 pm, dear brother?" Another pause. "No, I didn't see you, but someone else did and she drew a picture of you, a rather accurate one, and for once I don't mean that patronizingly." Silence again, a bit longer than the previous. "Well, someone scribbled on it in red pen in a continuous line. That wouldn't have been your doing, would it? It's not like she knew who you were. She only drew you because you looked absolutely ridiculous sitting in the sunlight clutching your brolly." A smaller pause this time. "No, I was paraphrasing." Sherlock listened intently to his older brother's answer.

His face twisted into a grimace. "I thought so. Well, at some point you ought to apologise. She looked rather devastated that someone would dare to defile her drawing." Sherlock paused again, briefly. "Of course you'll have to see her in person! You don't expect me to just pick her up and bring her to you, do you? Because if you do, I won't. I'm in the middle of a case." Sherlock paused one last time. "I'll tell you about it later. Nice chatting with you. Bye." He hit the "end" key on his phone as hard as he could with his thumb. He sighed and plopped down across his couch.

"It's hard times being a sibling, huh, Sherlock?" John offered. Sherlock chuckled a little.

"Quite."