Sherlock Holmes sat on the couch with his legs hanging off the back. He saw the room upside down, actually more like John Watson, his flat mate, typing on his computer, most likely on his blog.

"Sherlock, what are you doing?" John asked when Sherlock let out a dramatic sigh.

"I'm bored." Sherlock said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Have you checked the page for clients?" John asked calmly shutting his laptop.

"Yes, they're all boring."

"What was there?"

"A missing flag, it was obvious the maid did it. A father died, presumed from poison, but it was a heart attack. Oh, and a runaway hamster," Sherlock flipped himself and stood up.

"Do you ever think maybe doing something simple can help you do other things?"

Sherlock gave the much shorter man a look that said it all.

"What, you know Einstein did a simple task to figure out a much bigger problem."

"I'm not Einstein am I?" Sherlock said testily.

"Obviously not," John whispered and opened his laptop back up.

Sherlock sent him a look with a nasty glare. With that John rolled his eyes and continued writing. Sherlock stared at him a moment before opening his own computer. A blip rang through the room and Sherlock practically jumped out of his seat.

"What?" John asked looking at the other man.

"There's been a murder." Sherlock said; an imperceptible smile crossed his lips.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Lestrade just sent me something." With that Sherlock practically flew to the coat rack and down the stairs.

John sighed and followed Sherlock out. Sherlock hailed a cab and jumped in. John followed and Sherlock told the cabbie the directions the second the door closed. The ride was short, but John put up with Sherlock's going on about what type of murder he was hoping it was. They arrived and hopped out of the cab after paying. They strode over to Lestrade and John listened to what they had gathered.

"Hello, it was a man, bullet to the right side of the temple, about early forties, and six foot two." Lestrade said.

Sherlock gave a nod while pulling on gloves. He brought himself close to the body and examined it in the only way Sherlock could. He looked at the bullet wound and noticed its irregular shape: slanted. The bullet came from an angle. The right hand was more worn than the left. Sherlock looked around the room, he tried to see something, but there was an itch in the back of his mind.

"Anderson, stop breathing so loudly, you can do that tonight with Donovan." Sherlock hissed.

The forensic scientist gave a look of disbelief first to the man, then to Lestrade. Lestrade nodded and Anderson left the room. There! Now Sherlock got it, there was no sign of a struggle or a forced entry, he most likely knew his attacker, or at least saw it coming. A peculiar scent dusted Sherlock, when he noticed a set of flowers: calla lilies. He strode over to it and examined the bouquet closely. Resting inside the bundle of flowers laid a soft yellow card. He plucked it out, flipped it around, and saw typed writing.

Let's play, shall we?

-M

Sherlock's eyes went a tad wider, not going unnoticed by his partner.

"So what is the verdict, Sherlock?"

"He didn't know his killer, but he saw it coming, so he was probably part of a group or something." The deep baritone voice kept an even tone while John watched his flat mate's fingers twitch.

"Was the killer male or female?"

"I don't know yet, I have to do more research." With that Sherlock was now away from reality and trapped in his own mind.

Sherlock spun out of the crime scene to hail a cab and John was quick behind. They stepped into the cab.

"Jane's Flowers," Sherlock said and leaned back into the vinyl seat.

John was going to ask Sherlock about what he saw on the card until he saw his flat mate's fingers steeped under his chin. John had learned better than to talk to Sherlock when he was thinking. They arrived at the florist and Sherlock jumped out leaving John to pay the fare. John grumbled, but did the deed and followed the man into the building. As the much shorter man walked in, he saw Sherlock waiting a little less than patiently as a young girl stood ordering flowers. John also noticed that the detective was analyzing a small scrap of yellow paper. John ignored the man and looked at the girl; she was tall, certainly taller than him. She had light wavy brown hair that reached below her shoulders, the top of which was covered by a loose knit grey hat, a slim figure, and that was all he could tell from behind.

"I'm sorry, we're out of Statice," the young cashier said as he looked up from the computer, most likely holding inventory.

Sherlock looked up abruptly. John watched him mouth the word 'remembrance.' He gave Sherlock a curious look and watched as Sherlock was now eavesdropping.

"Do you have Alstroemeria?" The girl asked, a bit annoyed.

Again the cashier checked and shook his head. John looked to Sherlock: 'friendship' the detective mouthed. John felt he wasn't picking up on something, which was common for the army doctor when he was around Sherlock.

"How about Aster?" Again, no.

'Patience.'

The young girl sighed and looked at the counter.

"Fine, Queen Anne's Lace and Roses," She looked up calmly.

Sherlock watched the girl carefully. The cashier went to the back of the store to collect the flowers. The girl turned around and jumped slightly at the sight of the two men. Sherlock had to admit he was surprised by her beauty, this was not something he commonly noticed with people, but hers was striking. Her deep blue eyes were rimmed with eyeliner, but it didn't make her look fake, no, it accented the shape, her round-almond eyes set the perfect space apart. Her mouth was curved up in a small relieved smile. Sherlock had now started analyzing her. Her clothes recommended wealth; the old gold band and crystal ring worn in a chain around her neck said something about marriage. Her nails were clean with clear nail polish on them, done at home. Her stance practically screamed a battle for security. Other than this, Sherlock got nothing from her.

"Sorry about the wait," she smiled lightly.

"Not a problem, is it Sherlock?" John asked and turned to the thin man.

His forehead was wrinkled slightly until the voice pulled him through to the shop.

"Oh no, I'm curious, you seem to know a lot about flowers." He started.

"Not now Sherlock," John hissed.

Sherlock ignored the other man.

"Remembrance, friendship, patience; and the rings around your neck, are you visiting a loved one, spouse perhaps?" Sherlock asked.

The girl glanced to the floor.

"I'm not, nor have I been married, I'm visiting my parents." The girl said slightly shy now.

"Condolences," John said quietly.

The girl smiled softly. The cashier came back with a bouquet and handed it to the girl as she turned around. She held them in the crook of her arm, like a pageant winner.

"Twenty-two pounds," The cashier said. "Reduced for the hassle," he blushed a bit and looked at the money the girl set on the table.

Even John could tell the price wasn't reduced for the hassle. The girl walked away and turned to the two men who were waiting.

"Delightful to meet you two," she said.

"Pleasure's all ours," Sherlock said with slight gusto.

The girl stepped outside and started walking. Sherlock turned to John and started speaking quickly.

"You need to find out who bought an order of Calla Lilies most recently."

"Where are you going?" John asked annoyed.

Sherlock said nothing as he looked out the large glass window.

"You've got to be kidding me." John said.

Sherlock grinned and walked outside and headed in the direction of the girl.

AN-

So, this is my Sherlock fanfic. This chapter sucks, but I hope it gets better. Also, guys, I get one year younger in 7 days (It's April 4 in the US the day this was posted.) I'm actually kind of scared, but anyways, I'm going to at least get one chapter up of my Harry Potter one and then I'll try and update everything else I have going. ~Ta.