Molly, still heavily infatuated with the socially awkward, impatient consulting detective known as Sherlock Holmes, is left alone, used and desperate in the inner city of London's most deprived area of civilisation, unable to survive on her own now Sherlock had disappeared. Although surrounded by the comfort of her friends, she cannot escape the deafening screams of loneliness for not having the intimate touch she always desired from quite an unorthodox source.
However, things change when she receives a mysterious text out of the blue, followed by an unexpected visit from a man she never in her wildest dreams thought she would see again.
Running wasn't an option, hiding was out of the question, so Molly is forced to comply with his demands, no matter how low, disturbing and incriminating.
Sherlock Holmes is not a very social man. He's a consulting detective and the only one in the world, so by the process of elimination, that makes him the best. However, being such a detective doesn't leave much time for friends, or even romance. Well, until he meets John Watson.
John Watson is a soldier who has just returned from war. He has a psychosomatic limp and he misses the war, even if he doesn't care to admit it. Naturally, when the possibility of sharing a flat with the world's only consulting detective arises, he jumps at the chance and instantly befriends the strange character.
But it friendship the furthest that Sherlock and John are willing to go with each other? Or is the world-famous detective deducing new things about himself?