The Adventures of the Sociopaths

High Functioning Sociopath

The halls of Bart's Hospital are pristine white tiles paired with large windows that give view to the busy stone walkways of London below. Though a drop of blood can be scene leading to the morgue and a plate the reads Surgery shines on a door my main focus is the sound of a riding crop from a neighboring room. There is no view of the quick snaps of the instrument as it lays deeper into the hospital. Mike pulls me away to an array of rooms as we "catch up" on matters that seems trivial. Until he leads me to the Morgue, this has a feature that has my attention gripped. Mike opens the double iron doors as we step inside the chemical aroma. I spot Hydroelectric Acid on a near by table and smirk at the memory of a long solved case. This one created my friendship with Mike.
"The Duchess would be proud." I nod in the direction of the acid to Mike who chuckles. He seems to be surprised to hear the name of the famed assassin who began this train of cases for me. Alas every good thing dies in the end as I've come to know, so he also seems saddened at the name.
"Your not still on that case are you dear?" He laughs and I smile his way. I've forgotten how close Mike and I are, it's been so long. Wanda would have wanted us to stay in touch more, but she's gone know.
"Old cases die hard." I confess before scanning the room finding all the standard equipment I've come skilled in using. Beakers, test tubes, chemicals of all types fill shelves upon shelves. I drank in the stinging smells of chemicals. Until I feel a stare directed at me, the stare is then found as my dark blue eyes find a pair of deep green, intelligent ones. A man sits at a microscope, wearing a suit and intensely staring at me. He's a tall man with sharp cheekbones, a slender shape, and dark curly hair. He seems to scan me over as though trying to find something, but his furrowed brows show frustration. He's observant I'll give him that, but in my line of work you need a strong facade and mine is stronger than steel. I grow more inquisitive as we keep eye contact, my portfolio of information on this man doesn't falter as he speaks in a deep voice.
"Mike can I borrow your phone there isn't a signal on mine" He takes a moment to look a Mike. The investigator seems smug after seeing his two companions scan one another. Unknown to the two of them, Mike knew what would happen if these two deduction titans ever met face to face. So Mike's plan continues when he states he doesn't have his phone. It's the red headed detective to speak next.
"Try mine." She says finishing for the device in her light gray trench coat. The tall detective looks between Mike and I trying to find an answer. His green pupils ever so slightly dilate as our hands pass over the others after he stands and comes to take the phone.
"America or France?" His question is simply dropped as he rapidly taps on my phone. I quirk an eyebrow at Mike who looks away with a smug look about him. Though I have already gained a nice profile of his violinist, chemical using, antisocial, detective, his level of deduction still has not met with a peak so I chose to prob further.
"Pardon?" My clarification only seems to annoy him.
"Which was it America or France?" He repeats and I stare into his eyes. This is when I let my mask slip to show that I'm not just anyone. He absorbs this as a student does to a wise teacher, my following statement only adds to that.
"I'm sure you already know." I snap. His eyes glint with new understanding as the entry doors open to reveal a short brunette wearing a lab coat. The warm mug of coffee she has goes untouched before the other detective takes it without a thank you, only a
"Ah Molly Coffee" I notice small traces of lipstick on her person and decide to shift attention to her. My question seems to shock her.
"What happened to the lipstick?" I ask Molly. She seems startled and so does everyone else. I continue my stare until I get an answer. It's small and stumbled but it's an answer.
"I, I, um it wasn't working for me" She says looking wildly at the two men for an explanation of this mystery person that knows all to much about her. I nod respectfully.
"Im sure it looked quite lovely on you." I coo and watch the taller detective walk back to his microscope and computer. Molly walks off with a small smile as Mike looks dazed as ever when I'm deducting. The detective then asks a question.
"How do you feel about the violin?" I smile at the memories of playing the violin. It's been a long time since those innocent days yet the memories are still golden treats to have
"It's a beautiful instrument. One that requires a skilled hand to play but a strong mind to master. Sadly I haven't found someone like that yet. Do you play?" I question. The chemist nods.
"I play when I'm thinking, at times I don't speak for days on end. Of course you already knew that. Would that be a trouble to you? Possible flat mates should know the worst about each other." He adds a smile to his sentence. I look to Mike for a clarification.
"Did you tell him about me?" I ask the investigator. His fake innocence comes through and I roll my eyes.
"Not a word." He speaks. This gives me a smile. It's always fun when they don't know.
"So then who said anything about being a flat mate?" I raise an brow to the tall man as he places his over coat on.
"This morning I told Mike I was a difficult man to find a flat mate for. Now he's arrived with a old friend clearly home from detective studies in America. It wasn't to challenging." He explains and I laugh quietly at his deduction, all be it as limited they are. He ties a scarf around his neck while he adds on to his dedication.
"I found a nice little place in central London. Together we should be able to afford it." He speeds through this while heading for the door.
"Forgot your riding crop in the morgue." I say to him as to moves past me. I intended to keep him for a while longer yet I suppose he had other pressing matters.
"Pardon?" He questions stepping from the door. My success in keeping him makes me smirk.
"I heard your crop as I came in, you didn't bring it back so you left it. Another matter though: It's fine for me to go and look at a flat, Mike knows there isn't anyone else who can comprehend staying with me, so since your the last resort. I'd like to know the name and address of my potential flat mate." I state with a cool composure. The detective seems undisturbed this time with my deductions and a smirk followed by a glint shines in his green eyes. He steps to the door once more.
"The name is Sherlock Holmes and the address is. 221B Baker Street" He winks and calls an afternoon to Mike. While I am left with my ever buzzing thoughts. Mike is a smiling fool as he looks to my concentration.
"Yeah he all ways acts that way." He reassures as though it appeared I feared him not acting this way, which I was. I give a lingering stare at the door before marching confidently through with the location of my unsustainable flat in mind.