-Johnny Toast's PoV-

"Alright, so what happened?" I asked the two men who had more or less broke into my flat. The smaller one was a bit taller than Ghost with sandy hair and a terrified look on his face, the taller one was almost my height, just barely shorter, and his curly black hair sprang and gave him a bit of extra height. I haven't caught their names yet, though they've been in my flat for about three minutes now.

The smaller one started. "Well, we were in a cab looking for someone-"

"two someones, honestly." The second one interrupted, his ice blue eyes jumping around the room, noticing every detail. When his eyes settled on me, I felt a shiver go down my spine.

"- when someone ran in front of our cab. We hit him, they went flying and I got out to see if they were alright." The first one said, unsettled.

"They were coated in blood and held a knife, and told us to run while he counted, though I have a feeling that was just a trick and he just wanted to leave without being followed." The taller one finished.

"Alright... Wow. And why'd you pick my flat to run into? There are countless others around here." I asked, pointing out the streets.

"You were the only one to open the door. Everyone else thought we were door-to-door salesmen." The smaller on told me.

"And they closed the curtains when we said we were being chased by a murderer. But you didn't..."

"I have... 'Experience'... From my line of work." I told them and the black-haired man suddenly looked curious.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" The way he asked made me a bit nervous like he was trying to prove a theory.

"My partner usually does the introductions, he's rather good at them," I told them, "he's just upstairs, he should be down in a bit." After a moment of silence, I decided to ask, "so what are your names?"

"I'm Sherlock Holmes, and this is my partner, Doctor John Watson." The man told me, "and if I'm correct, this-" he pulled my phone from his pocket, "-is yours."

"Oh... Erm... Yes, it is Mister Holmes..." I mumbled, taking it from him. This just got serious, though John looked as shocked as I was.

"So your Prince Johnny Toast," John mumbled and I could feel my ears grow warm.

"I thought they were keeping that title a secret..." I replied, looking down, "most those bridges have been burned... In fact, I never really see my family much, I just visit my grandmother from time to time..." I didn't mention getting arrested by my sister and my place being taken from my twin brother from time to time.

Johnny Ghost started coming down the stairs, pausing when he saw Sherlock and John. Crap. "Oh, hello sir, this is Sherlock Holmes and Doctor John Watson." I said, hoping they would forget about my title, "Sirs, this is my friend, Johnny Ghost."

"Greetings, I am Johnny Ghost, Paranormal Investigator Extrodenare, and this is Johnny Toast," he then paused, "but you already know that... So whaddya want?"

"So you two are the mystery man and the prince?" John mumbled, "we walked into the flat of the people we were looking for by mistake?" He looked over to Sherlock, who shrugged, while Ghost twitched. No one noticed apart from me, though.

Why does this crap happen to us...

"So how's your stay been in England so far?" Sherlock asked politely, leaning forward. Ghost came and sat next to me on the couch. "I mean, I can imagine that it was active considering you broke into a crime scene.

Ghost just scowled, "it was necessary for our job. Ami, a 15-year-old level 13 french aristocrat ghost, was in the building with the dead guy, and we've been meaning to banish her, your welcome by the way. Honestly, I would have steered clear from that place if I had the choice. Blood and death make me squirmish..."

"Most of the time it makes him faint." I pointed out and he gave me a 'please, shut up' look.

"Really?" John looked puzzled, not knowing what else to say.

"Well, I'll bet you the killer has left now. Should I show you the door?" Ghost asked getting up, but Sherlock followed the standing action and was staring him down.

"How can you be certain?" He asked, staring my partner straight in the eyes.

"I... don't know all the details so how am I supposed to know if he's still around? I'm just uncomfortable with strangers on the police force in my house." Ghost replied crossing his arms.

John sighed, "we're not actually cops... But we help them sometimes."

"You're those guys from the paper aren't you?" I asked, putting my face in my hands, "This explains so much..."

"Wait, these guys are in the paper?" Ghost asked me, shocked, "that explains the crowd around the crime scene..."

"So you've heard about us?" Sherlock asked, corners of his mouth twitching a bit.

"Not your names, I just skimmed the paper this morning," I told them.

"And I don't read the news." Ghost told them, "I prefer to watch it, though recently news in America has been really really stupid." Sherlock face palmed and we both jumped back, confused.

"I knew you were illiterate! Why didn't I guess sooner?! Gah, it makes so much sense now!" Sherlock said, suddenly peeved.

"Wait, WHAT?!" Sir started blushing all over and Mr. John just stared at us.

"Lack of books, one reads the news one doesn't, plus the fact that there's barely a written word in this whole room, not even books, or, mind you, any of the rooms we've been in, beside the book that your partner wrote." Then I started blushing.

"I keep cookbooks in the kitchen..." I mumbled, not looking up.

"You don't cook either, do you?" He asked Johnny who pulled his hood over his face and ran into a wall trying to leave the room.

"Sherlock, what have we talked about?" John sighed.

"No showing off?" Sherlock guessed.

John nodded, he didn't hear Ghost muttering, but Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Whowantstea!?" I shouted, leaping to my feet. Ghost rose his hand, still facing the wall, "sounds good! Jeez, I'm not getting any sleep tonight, am I?" I mumbled as I walked away.

What else does Sherlock know...