II: A Study In Pink: How Do Mad Couples Live?

  "Sherlock, what the hell are you?"

  "I'm Sherlock Holmes, the consulting detective. Haven't I told you?". Sherlock was surprised, totally surprised. And by considering the fact that it was the first thing John had said when entering the flat, he immediately asked "Why? You look.. Frightened."

  "I was talking to a friend of yours." said John.

  "A friend?"

  "An arch-enemy. Why do you look surprised?"

  "Which one?"

  "I said a friend of yours and you looked surprised, why?"

  "I don't have f-friends."

  "Wonder WHY! WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN YOUR BLOODY LIFE then? Said the doctor, nervously and much angrier, "you are not a book's character, you're a living, breathing man and you must've.."

  "Must have what?"

  "You know... "

  "No, I don't. And you do not know me at all, so why are you bothering arguing with me about my own choices?"

  Here, John was hesitating, he did not know what to say. And all of a sudden, he found himself in such an embarrassing situation. His tongue had betrayed him and started wording.

  "I am arguing now, because I  I-I... I am having this conversation with you because I'm your flatmate and I must be your friend."

  Sherlock was somehow shocked. He does not have friends and will not need a one. But he might need a partner, everyone needs a partner! "You don't have a girlfriend then?" said John downgrading his voice.

  "Girlfriend? No, not really my area."

  "Oh, right. D'you have a boyfriend?" John felt like he said something wrong, so in order to fix it up, he completed, "Which is fine by the way."

  "I know it's fine." Sherlock interrupted quickly. And he then realised that John was asking him to be his boyfriend, which was totally wrong, though, he said, " John,..." he began awkwardly in a confessing accent, "... I think you should know that I consider myself married to my work, and while I am flattered by your interest, I am really not looking for any..."

  John was embarrassed. "Am I your b-bo..." said John, but was interrupted by Sherlock, "friend?"

  A minute later, Mrs. Hudson had invaded the place, looking for her herbal soothers in their refrigerator. "Sherlock, the mess you've made!" the landlady said muttering, "How long does it take to make him understand that I AM NOT HIS HOUSE KEEPER?!"

  She cleaned the kitchen as she do not like to see any kitchen with that mess and dirt. And while she was doing that, she found a pair of human eyes closed inside a small jar, which was placed in the microwave. She observed that she has been renting her flat to a couple of madmen, so she returned it in high pity without uttering a word.

  The landlady went downstairs to visit her friend. She borrowed her computer and typed at the search bar 'How to deal with a madman'. fortunately, she found at the top of her search's results a blog named 'The personal blog of Dr. John H. Watson'. She got very curious when she recalled that her renter's boyfriend was named 'Dr. Watson', that she decided to visit his personal blog to know what was the real relationship between them...

  And when she was planning to go upstairs, she saw them running away. She did not care and completed her way to reach the flat's door, again, bravely and fearlessly. And when she was pulling the door, a crowd of policemen were surrounding her, asking her for an alibi! That bravery and fearless remained though, but got ruined.

  They asked her about where Sherlock was, but she answered honestly that she do not know. They let her go downstairs and downstairs she went! She opened Mrs. Turner's television and sat it on BBC one channel. She was shocked when she saw a man looked very similar to Sherlock, was standing on some house's roof and John was watching him from the ground when no one else was seeing him. She considered that she had witnessed the whole crime, so she went upstairs to confess.

  Not their madness, nor their criminality could have scared her. She told the truth, which was the right thing to do. DI. Lestrade, stopped his men of searching. He sat on Sherlock's black armchair and opened the pink suitcase beside him to get prepared for meeting the escaped couple.

  A few minutes later, someone entered Martha's building so she had to check out. She found the two suspects breathing heavily which suggested that they really were escaping. She was watching her steps carefully and suddenly, she stopped to set down and hide under the stairs. In that hidden place, she could have listened to different gasping voices, the first voice said, "that was... the most ridiculous... thing.. I've ever.. done!"

  "And you invaded Afghanistan!" said the other voice, which she had recognized as Sherlock's.

  "It wasn't just me." She then learned that that voice was John's voice from her superior knowledge, super powers and skills which she had taken after her parents. She did not hear what they were exactly saying, because of their loud sounds of gasping, or it may be because of the thoughts that were dancing inside her head:

  1. The angle that they took on their speech means that they were doing a really dumb thing.

  2. They are gasping because they were running.

  3. They were wandering around the city and it was ridiculous- that suggests that they have made a failed escape, could be because it was earlier.

  4. They returned because they believed that there is nobody has witnessed their crime. But they left a plain evidence which could let the police catch them.

  She stepped forwards calmly to show herself, faking the tears and so the sadness, and then saying, "Sherlock, what have you done?"

  "Mrs. Hudson?" responded Sherlock.

  "Upstairs." replied the landlady, faking the care and following them upstairs.

  Since I have been concentrating on Mrs. Hudson's movements, I think you might have already recognized who I am. And that was the last and the only where that I had seen him in before hearing them talking about the secret. I could think that it was about Sherlock's past, which it really was! I thought that it was about his criminal history of murders, but I was completely wrong.

  I did not hear the whole thing, as Sherlock noticed me spying on him.. But I still can remember the anger marks on his face, and the upset marks of John's, which let me on no choice but to apologize. But as the day of the truth realization had came, I am pretty enabled to imagine their talk:

  - Sherlock: John.. When I was a kid, I used to have a sister.

  - John: You used to have a sister!

  - Sherlock: I don't know, but I believe that I had a sister.

  - John: You do not remember your sister?!

  - Sherlock: I- I can't. All I know that it was the reason that made me like that.

  - John : You are scared of females!

  - Sherlock: A sort of, yeah.

  I think they stopped arguing at here when they noticed me. They did not ask me for their dinner or anything later at that day. But the next day, I went to serve them the breakfast and I found them asleep. Sherlock was lying on the sofa, while, on the other hand, John was lying on his armchair, which was suiting him the most. Perhaps that discussion had continued to a very late hour in the night. But since I am the only one who had seen them, I can confidently say that it was the only possible scenario they could have done.

  I put their morning tea on the table and I left, that was when I heard Sherlock shouting, "what are you doing with my morning tea? Trying... poisoning me!"

  I was panicked, how could he say such a thing! I calmed down and responded by leaving and shutting the door.

  Whatever that secret was, it must be serious and must be the only reason for everything that is happening to us.