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Chapter 2: Sherlock Holmes
The rain still continued to pour as Scarlett knocked loudly on 221b Baker Street, there was no answer. By now her clothes were soaked and she was freezing. Sighing she knocked again and pressed the door bell repeatedly, Scarlett stood there in the pouring rain for five minutes before giving up, what a wasted journey.
A black cab pulled up in front of her and she rushed to it, allowing the two men to exit first. She jumped in after them her clothes squelching as she sat, slamming the door.
"Scarlett?" said a voice and she looked up, now standing outside the cab was the man who had just exited the cab. Scarlett was surprised she had not noticed him.
"John Watson" cried Scarlett, leaping out the cab and shutting the door again, the driver gave her a look which she did not notice, before taking off.
"What are you doing here" he cried.
"I'll tell you in a minute can we get inside first" she said shivering and looking up into the still down pouring sky.
"Oh yeah sure" he said holding out his hand indicating her to go first, ahead standing at the door was a tall lean man, with long curly black hair. He opened the door and stepped inside and went straight up the stairs.
"Gone on up you go" said John as he shut the door behind Scarlett, who shivered at the sudden warmth. Scarlett rushed up the stairs and into a room where the man with black hair was now lighting the fire. John was not far behind her and he pulled off his coat and sat down.
"Oh just dump your coat anywhere" said John looking around, the flat was cluttered and papers lay all about, every surface was covered including the sofa. Scarlett pulled off her large, fur collared coat and laid it over the back of a chair, through her coat was long a lot of rain had fallen down the front wetting her chest, her jeans had absorbed the rain as she walked and now felt rather heavy.
Scarlett wore a capped sleve corset top so it had come out mostly unscathed, but her bare flesh was now covered in goose bumps.
"So much for the summer" she laughed slightly.
"Yeah tell me about it" John laughed in return.
"So how have you been, I haven't seen you in a while" John asked.
"I'm good just back from doing a big photo shoot for a really big company" Scarlett said smiling, though something was amiss.
"Oh brilliant well done" John said smiling.
"Would you really call Playboy a really big company" asked a voice. Now sitting opposite John was the black haired man, now Scarlett could see him properly she had to admit he was very attractive.
He was tall, lean, and with the most dazzling blue eyes she had ever seen, he had prominent cheek bones and talked with an air of superiority.
"Sorry about him, this is Sherlock Holmes, my colleague and flat mate. He's the one I told you about on the phone" John sighed rolling his eyes.
"Oh so you're the consulting detective, Nice to meet you I'm Scarlett Monroe" Scarlett replied but Sherlock didn't respond
"And Yes playboy is a huge modelling company possibly the biggest in world" she said looking at him quizzically but she couldn't help but smile.
"And anyway how did you know" Scarlett asked, John immediately gave her a look of horror.
"Oh did you have to ask him that" John whined rubbing his temples. Scarlett simply looked from Sherlock to John quizzically.
"Simply the tan line on your shoulders suggest you have been in the sun with only a bikini on, and since the weather in England has been less than sunny, that would suggest you were aboard. Your watch and phone shows the wrong time showing you have travelled to America and forgotten to put the time back to the English clock. The dark circles under your eyes suggest jet lag and that is only experienced from a flight of 9 hours or more, America is around 10. Though you have tried to cover the marks with make-up suggesting that you take pride in you looks and your clothing suggests you are not embarrassed to show it off. So I would say that you work with your body, as a model. Plus the fact you mentioned a photo-shoot, but they way you hold yourself does not imply press or photography, so once again model. You talk with a tone which shows you do not want to be mistaken as stupid, this may because you feel your job makes people judge you, so it's a job that holds a taboo about it, so erotic model. So Playboy would be the simplest choice and of course there is a copy in your bag of said magazine with you as the feature" he said quickly as though it was the simplest thing in the world.
"Right OK then, wow, your girlfriend must love you" Scarlett laughed glancing down at the phone in her left hand, how had he seen the clock.
"With deduction skills like that you must be a God in the sack" She laughed slightly, sitting down on a chair John had retrieved from the kitchen while Sherlock was talking. Scarlett heard John snicker and she only grinned at him, Sherlock merely stared at her.
"So... anyway" Scarlett laughed again feeling slightly awkward suddenly, as a silence fell over the three of them.
"I have some stuff that Ollie wanted me to give you".
She opened her handbag and pulled out a carrier bag, she opened the carrier bag and began to pass the items inside to John.
A wooden handled dagger that had some strange inscription on it including the words "Go Watson GO!", a photo taken of the entire squadron, a card wishing John a speeding recovery signed by the whole squadron, a rather tatty looking book and of course the Playboy magazine which Sherlock had so skilfully seen. She still didn't know how as she was sure her bag was closed. On the Playboy magazine was a note that read "Have a look at this, you know you want to, from Ollie P.S you owe me big time LOL and THAT'S MY LITTLE SISTER YOU PERVERT! :D"
"Same old Ollie" John Laughed throwing the Magazine onto the sofa, where it landed knocking papers onto the floor.
"I know" Scarlett laughed "sorry about that" she looked over to were the magazine had now slid onto the floor, the word PLAYBOY was hidden behind the photographed Scarlett's head, in the photo she wore a tight waist coat and stockings and nothing else, she was looking up at the camera so it had a perfect view down her breasts.
Scarlett's phone rang and she looked down at it, the name 'Sammy! :D' was flashing on the screen.
"Sorry I should take this" she said but neither male made any response, so leaving her bag by the sofa she made her way back out into the hall by the top of the stairs and answered her phone.
"Hello" Scarlett called happily
"Hey you" called the voice of her friend Samantha.
"I think I have found you the perfect man" she said, for the last few months Sam had been trying to set Scarlett up with everyone she met, so far they had all just wanted to met the playboy cover girl and not the real Scarlett and those who did meet her seem rather disappointed with the real person.
"Oh yeah" Scarlett said rolling her eyes; she looked back into the room where John and Sherlock still sat.
"Sorry about this" Scarlett mouthed to John, her hand on the receiver.
"Yep exactly what you love, tall, dark hair, lean, blue eyes, that's what you said was your type. Oh and he's a nurse so he's really clever" Sam said excitedly.
"A male nurse, not exactly macho" Scarlett laughed.
"Oh you're so picky, why don't you meet him?" Samantha whined.
"Has he seen the Playboy mag" Scarlett asked sighing slightly.
"Well, I... does that really matter" Sam asked.
"Yes of course it matters, I am not interested in dating some guy who is only interested in me because I happened to be on the cover of Playboy magazine, I am not some whore you can pimp to anyone you meet" Scarlett said slightly more loudly than she had meant to.
"I'll see you later Sam, and don't find someone else" Scarlett said.
"But what if they are perfect for you" Sammy still sounded far too excited.
"No Sam, I'm not interested in how prefect they are for me, he could be 6 foot anything, have the most dazzling blue eyes you have ever seen and perfectly dark gorgeous hair, and I wouldn't care" Scarlett said to her quickly.
"Yeah alright, alright but they could be the one and your missing out on that" she said.
"Mathematically there are actually around 5 possible mates for every person, so It's unlikely he's going to THE ONE" Scarlett said sighing.
"Bye Sam" she said before Scarlett cancelled the call and walked back into the living room, she sat in her chair again and threw her phone into her bag, with a resounding 'thunk'. Scarlett had grown tired of Samantha setting her up with people; she was perfectly capable of finding Mr Right herself.
"Actually it's around 12" said Sherlock suddenly to her.
"You what?" She said slightly confused by his sudden outburst.
"The number of suitable mates for each person" he said simply.
"Oh right well yeah, I kinda have my own way to whittling them down" she said Sherlock didn't say anything simply stared and raised his eyebrow slightly a slight smirk pulling at his lips.
"I have a type, you know like everyone does" Under his gaze she stuttered.
"What's your type" he asked slowly his face unchanging.
"Urr the classic I guess tall, dark and handsome" She laughed nervously.
"Oh come on it must be more than that" he said looking to Scarlett, a small smile still on his face.
Desperately Scarlett looked to John for help but he seemed too involved in flipping through the pages of the small book she had given him earlier, to even register the conversation.
"Umm well I like tall guys, lean I'm not really one for muscles, quite like guys that are skinning almost. I like hipbones, I know it's weird. Umm dark longish hair, blue or green eyes and personality something that make them different. Oh and clever I like to be able to chat about more than just the football" Scarlett said for a second it didn't cross her mind, then there it was like a flashing light.
She had just described her prefect man and the description matched Sherlock perfectly. He was tall about a head taller than her, the prefect height, he was lean through he seem toned slightly, blue eyes, oh yes he had eyes that seemed to just draw you in like a moth to a flame and then of course personality something that made him interesting, if Sherlock wasn't interesting then who was.
Scarlett's eyes went wide and she stared at him, did Sherlock just get her to admit she fancied him. Sherlock simply grinned.
"So then Mr Holmes what is your type" Scarlett asked looking to him and sitting forward slightly, but before he could answer, John spoke.
"Well you have to tell your brother thanks for this, it's nice of him to think of me" John interrupted finally looking up from the book.
"Not a problem, I best be off you know things to do, I've got a shoot tomorrow so up nice and early and all, but we have to catch up again soon, go for dinner or something" Scarlett said to John as she got up before pulling her coat on, It was very nearly dry now, though her hair was still slightly damp, she grabbed her bag and pulled it onto her shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah sure that would be great, I'll give you a call" John said excitedly.
"Alright then I'll see you around" Scarlet said making her way to the door again.
"Oh here's my mobile number and house number, I don't think I ever gave you my new one since I moved" she pulled out a pen and scrap piece of paper from her bag and wrote her number as well as her address.
"There that's my address as well, you know just in case" Scarlett said handing the paper to John.
"Oh wow you're only round the corner" he said looking at the paper.
"Yep that's why I walked" Scarlett laughed making her way to the door, Sherlock stood.
"We'll see you out" Sherlock said, John shoot him a very strange look, which did not go unnoticed by Scarlett.
"Well it was nice seeing you again, John and it was lovely to met you Sherlock" She said as they reached the front door it was no longer raining, and Scarlett stood outside as she talked to them , John stood in the doorway, Sherlock at his side.
"I best be off, but don't be a stranger" She said kissing John on the cheek, "either of you." She said eyeing Sherlock, who simply smirked.
"Sure I'll give you a call tomorrow, and we can sort something out" John said smiling.
"Sounds great" She said turning away from them.
"Bye" John called as she set off.
"Bye" Scarlett called blowing each a kiss and winking at Sherlock. She heard the door shut and made her way off down the street, she would be seeing them again Sherlock was far to interesting to be left alone.