
"My goodness..." He jogged up the stairs and hung up the phone as he walked in, immediately apologizing. "So sorry Mary," he smiled down at the lovely woman for a moment.

Adele walked down the cold and rainy street, her bright green windbreaker flapping about as she zipped it up and raised an umbrella. She was headed somewhere, as one could tell from the purpose within her stride. One final step. She but her lightly colored lip and quickened her pace. No more fingerprints. The one thing that would make her untraceable. She found the correct storefront, a small art sales store, and pushed open the brown and decrepit door as bells tinkled and an overwhelming scent if incense washed over her.

A small Burrough where much of the Asian population lives.

"Hullo? John Watson" the greeting on the calm and soft spoken doctor met her on the other end of the phone. John was I'm the street, and had just bid the man away, rain spattering his black coat as he shoved his freezing hand in his pocket b

Ryder withdrew his hands and frowned at Aubrey as he cleared his throat, running a hand across his smooth and recently shaven face. "I wouldn't cause trouble" he muttered in his deep voice.

Can you send Mary to the flat?

Cumberbatch is being used as Sherlock and Emma stone is already claomed

They're just dating. At least at this point.

No you're welcome to both!

John walked out to the car, apologizing to Aaron and telling him to try again tomorrow. In his flat mate's defense he'd already been dealt one blow to his remaining human soul today, and he could only hope he's recover

"Honestly what is wrong with you?" John spat, tossing his scarf and coat to the floor before storming out and down the stairs

"Sherlock please.." he retrieved his coat and scarf off the back of the chair and followed slowly in a limp. "Don't honestly act like you have feelings or care. Stop acting like a child you never do this!" he looked around in an exasperated manner.

"Please..what could he have said to you?" he questioned, rifling through the stack of mail on the counter

"Well yes of course he's going to... Sherlock honestly grow up! You never act this horrid! " he shook his head and fetched his coat

Watson gave Aaron a pleading look, to which he nodded. "We'll be down in a moment" he called as the door shut before knocking in the bathroom door. "Sherlock..will you came out now?"

John sighed and gave an apologetic look to Aaron, who simply chuckled and waved it off. "Sherlock!" he sighed and calmed, leaning close to the door and lowering his voice. "I can't do that? What's so wrong with him?" he muttered