John Watson closed the door of 221B Baker Street with a sigh behind him. Sherlock was still obsessed with whatever killed that boy, and John needed a break from Sherlock's rants, even though he too was very curious about what had killed the boy. But Sherlock just kept going on and on about it, not letting it rest for one second. They were sure it hadn't be a human: the wounds they had seen on the body, could only be caused by enormous claws, but it neither could have been a wild animal because there were none in the center of London. Also, nothing had escaped from the Zoo, so that option was shut down as well. But then, what it could it have been? They just couldn't wrap their minds around it.

John started walking, realising he was growing too curious as well. He wasn't really sure yet where he was going, but as long it was away from his own thoughts and from Sherlock; it was good. He just walked and kept on walking, until suddenly the sky began to grow dark. John stopped to a halt and fixated his look upon the grey clouds, and a little drop of rain fell on the tip of his nose.

"Typical," he grumbled while pushing his hands in the pockets of his coat and shaking his head to get rid of the raindrop that somehow seemed to be determined to stay on his nose. He spotted a music store in the distance and quickly set course towards it before the rain would come pouring down in all its glory and flooding the streets of London.

John reached the entrance of the store at the same time when a young woman did that as well. So, as the gentleman he is, he opened the door for her with a smile, and with a muttered 'thanks' the woman walked inside and taking off her hood. Blue hair in a pixie cut appeared, but before John could compliment her about her hair (he was an awkward gentleman, most of the time) she had already disappeared into the array which displayed sheet music for the guitar. John followed her blue hair with his eyes, even though he only had seen a glimpse of her face, he had thought she was very pretty.

He pushed his thoughts away and walked to the array that held the sheet music for the violin. It was, completely coincidental of course, at the other side from hers. Maybe he could find something for Sherlock to help him to get his thoughts off of that dead boy for a moment.

"You play the violin?" the woman asked him curiously when she noticed through what kind of sheet music he was browsing.

A bit suprised, John looked up and met her dark blue eyes. He couldn't help to be mesmerized by them, their colour reminded him of the night sky but then more beautiful and mystic. It was the kind of blue you could get lost in and John was starting to drown in them. The woman slowly raised an eyebrow and he realised he was gaping at her and she was still waiting for an answer. Wait, what was the question again? O, right. If he played the violin.

He cleared his throat. "Sorry," he excused himself for his behaviour. "No, I do not, but my friend does."

She smiled softly whereby her eyes began to sparkle. They truly represented the night sky. "I see..."

John was afraid this was the end of their little conversation but he didn't want it to end, thus he decided to try to keep it going. "So... You play the guitar?"

She smiled again, taking her eyes of the books again. "Yes, indeed."

"Accoustics, or electric?" He didn't know much about guitars but he did know there were two kinds.

"Electric," she answered. "One day I hope to become a band member and be the best guitarist in the world." She sighed and stroked some hairs behind her ear. John could tell she doubted if she could ever accomplish that.

"I'm sure you will," he told her and she quirked an eyebrow.

"How do you know? You don't even know me."

John pretended to think about that for one second. "Well then... What's your name, miss?"

She grinned because of that 'out of the blue'-question, but still answered him. "Ariel, why?"

"Well, now I do know you." He paused for a moment, wondering if she could appreciate his rusty flirting skills but she didn't interrupt him, so that had to be a good sign, right? "Ariel, I'm sure you will one day become a famous guitarist."

Ariel chuckled and shook her head. "Alright then. Thank you..." She fell silent, not knowing his name.

"John. John Watson," and he stuck out his hand for her to shake it.

Ariel took his outstretched hand. "Nice to meet you, John."

"Likewise."

But both didn't know that when they would meet again, it would be under much, much worse circumstances...

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A/N: It's short, I know. Shame on me. Maybe I'll write another chapter later :)

And, if you don't know it or haven't noticed it yet, I'm really bad at writing romance and flirting, but I'm going to try it, I swear!

Practice makes the master, right? Just keep writing, writing, writing...

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