❝I am eager
to begin.❞

The sun had set and risen after the encounter between the consulting detective and the woman who had other plans.

Victoria had created her own secret, yet convincing environment, which reflected her character she had played in this particular play.

On the other hand, above her, was Sherlock, who was conducting experiments on a handful of eyeballs he had stored in the freezer for a long time.

In one hand was a bunsen burner, the other, a pair of tongs which he would use to hover the eye over the blazing flame. Also on the table were a set of different acids, including; hydrochloric, sulphuric and nitric acid.

Just moments later, Sherlock's so-called companion had slowly and heavily made his way up the stairs, then stopped into the apartment they shared.

"I brought the milk you wan-" Upon his arrival into the kitchen, John's mouth jumped open. "What... Seriously... How... Why?" Sherlock looked up from the tongs and lifted an eyebrow at the blithering man in front of him.

"John, it's physically painful watching you attempting to form a sentence so please come back when you have one or I'll be forced to abandon the premises until you do." Sherlock moved his sight back onto his experiment and John was obliged to roll his eyes.

"Please don't tell me you wanted the milk for this... thing?" Sherlock huffed and darted his eyes at John.

"I'm trying to see the effects of different acids and environments on an eye. The milk is for the tea, so would you please make me one." In relief, John sighed and grabbed hold of the kettle, pulling the tap open. He watched the water rush into it, and tapped his foot to pass the time.

Sherlock tried his best to ignore it, but his mind could not simply just erase it from his mind without concentration.

But, before he could burst John's tapping bubble, Sherlock recognised a certain pitch of noise coming from his desk.

It was his phone. Ringing.

With a frustrated exhale, Sherlock drops the eye back into its jar and swipes up to answer his call.

He does not allow the caller to speak first, as he had a few words to say.

"Lestrade, if this is another case that is a waste of my time then please just end the call now."

"Sherlock no. Listen, this is a good one. You'll like it." Sherlock was not convinced by these words, but he was excited to have even been called with an actual case, since it had been days.

"If you say so Graham."

"Greg." Blinking rapidly, Sherlock pushed the red button to end the call and skipped to the door, like a excited child.

"John, leave the tea! We have a case! The game is on!" His words echoed through the flat and Victoria's ears had perked up.

She had caught the anticipation of the dear detective and rushed to the door, peeking her head out.

"Sherlock wait!" John shouted, attempted to catch up with him, however, he had already stepped out into the fresh air.

"What's going on?" Victoria asked innocently. But she was far from it.

"He has a case. It's the only thing that makes him excited." John explained and the door slammed behind him.

Biting her lower lip, her mouth curled into a mischievous, little smile.

The first thought in her mind was to ring a certain someone.

"Victoria, what a nice surprise."

"I have one for you. Guess who left the flat a few moments ago?" Victoria leaped slightly with eagerness, wanting to express who it was.

"Do tell!"

"The Angel has left Heaven." She carefully chose these words, knowing the only people who knew what it meant, was herself and Moriarty.

"Wonderful. Now, off to work. Keep me updated."

"Of course, I'm excited to meet Miss Hooper."