Adventures of Sherlock

Chapter 2: "Sherlock and the Suitcase!"

The three head out in a taxi. Ava sits with her leg crossed between Sherlock and John. Ava glances at John from the corner of her eyes and she places her hand on Sherlock's leg causing the two to exchange a look.

"Alright, you've got questions." Sherlock says.

"Yeah, where are we going?" John asks.

"Crime Scene, next?" Sherlock asks.

"Who are you, what do you do?" John asks.

"What do you think?" Ava asks as she smiles.

"I'd say private detective." John says.

"But?" Sherlock asks.

"But I don't know many private detectives who take their girlfriend with them to crime scenes." John says.

"Mhm, not his girlfriend." Ava says.

"Really? I would have thought you two were by how much you two were all over each other." John says.

"That isn't what you wanted to say." Sherlock says.

"What?" John asks.

"We are consulting detectives." Ava says and John blinks at her shocked.

"Only ones in the world. I invented the job." Sherlock says.

"What does that mean?" John asks.

"Means when the police are out of their depth, which is always, they consult me. Actually, they are consulting both of us, but they are too busy drooling over Ava's body." Sherlock says.

"The police don't consult amateurs." John says.

"Did we say we were?" Ava asks.

"When I met you for the first time yesterday, I said Afghanistan or Iraq. You looked surprised." Sherlock says.

"Yes, how did you know?" John says.

"I didn't know, I saw." Sherlock says.

"What?" John asks.

"The haircut and the way you hold yourself says military, and your conversation as you entered the room..." Sherlock says as he remembers the events from the day before, "Said trained at Barts so Army doctor, obvious. Your face is tanned, but no tan above the wrists. You've been abroad, by not sunbathing. Your limp's really bad when you walk, but you don't ask for a chair when you stand like you've forgotten about it, so it's at least partly psychosomatic." John stares shocked while Ava just grins. Sherlock looks at her and the two stare into each other's eyes for a few moments before Sherlock continues.

"That says the original circumstances of the injury were traumatic, wounded in action then. Wounded in action, sun tan... Afghanistan or Iraq." Sherlock says.

"You said I have a therapist?" John asks.

"You've got a psychosomatic limp, of course you've got a therapist. Then there's your brother." Sherlock says as he looks over Ava to John.

"Hmm?" John and Ava ask in unison.

"Your phone. It's expensive, e-mail enabled, MP3 player. And you're looking for a flatshare. You wouldn't waste money on this. It's a gift, then." Sherlock says.

"Are you sure about brother?" Ava asks by the look on John's face as she leans her head against Sherlock's shoulder.

"It's been in the same pocket as keys and coins." Sherlock says and Ava shrugs slightly as she smiles. Sherlock keeps explaining on as he didn't pay attention to Ava's remark.