You had heard about Sherlock and John a couple of times. Mainly from the newspapers and John’s blog about their cases. You had heard from rumours about Sherlock that he was cold and ‘heartless’, but John always managed to clear up those rumours in his blog.

Their cases were usually out there and not important to Scotland Yard, even thought they were consulted on making cases for Scotland Yard. The cases they handled were always thought to be unsolvable and impossible. But somehow, Sherlock always managed to solve them.

So, with your case that has been turned away multiple times from the police, you went to him. Them. For help, for an explanation, for someone to believe you. For anything. You walked into the flat, being met with the soft smell of disinfectant and tea bags. Sherlock was watching shit tv with his knees up to his chest, yelling at the show for stupidity while John was writing at the small desk on his laptop, writing for his blog.

“Oh, finally, a client.” John said, sighing in relief as he got up to make you and him a cup of tea.

“Thank God!” Sherlock exclaimed, turning off the tv and looking to you, an expectant look on his face.

“Please be interesting.” Sherlock said, John handing you a cup of tea and a chair for you to sit on before sitting down in his own chair.