First ever Sherlock FanFic, it may contain spoilers of the new episodes if u havent seen them yet

plz read and review, critism taken

Enjoy xxx

John opened the door to 221b Baker Street, and walked up the stairs to the flat he shared with the mad Sherlock Holmes. When he went into the living room all the curtains were shut and Sherlock was asleep on the sofa, he looked exhausted. He turned on the sofa to face John, eyes still closed.

"Where have you been?" Sherlock asked. John jumped in surprise; he had assumed Sherlock was asleep.

"Erm, I was out with Sarah."

"How was the movie?" he asked.

"What?...How?" John looked surprised; he had not told Sherlock where they were going.

"In your pocket, cinema tickets. And judging by the tear stains on your shoulder and crease marks on your jacket at the elbow, it was either romantic or sad. Sarah obviously had a hold of you and cried into your shoulder. Then you went out for a meal at an Italians. I can smell the garlic on you and you have a splash of sauce on your shirt which..." Sherlock stood up, wiped his finger over the sauce and put it to his tongue. "...can only be found on pizzas from the restaurant 'The New Napoli' which is an Italian. You took Sarah to her house where you shared a kiss goodbye, this I knew because of the lipstick on your lips, I assume you didn't put it on yourself and that shade of purple is one that Sarah wore last time." Sherlock finished, sitting back down on the sofa. John stood standing opened mouthed. He still wasn't used to Sherlock being able to tell you everything you did that day or the way you lived after one look at you. Sherlock stood up and disappeared into his room. John wandered into the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards and fridge, as usual nothing was in. He sighed, he was starving. Sherlock reappeared fully dressed and on his phone. He hung up as he walked into the kitchen. He didn't look happy.

"What's wrong?" John asked.

"Still no cases, bored now. Come on." Sherlock suddenly said. He went straight out into the hall and down the stairs. "You coming then?" he shouted back up to John.

"I can't I have to go into work."

"Shut yourself." Sherlock replied and shut the door behind him. Baker Street was busy. Sherlock weaved his way round the passing crowd; he knew the streets of London so well that his feet took him to the places he needed to go, leaving his mind primed for thinking, or rather deducing. He walked round most of London and found nothing worth his attention. One thing he didn't notice was a young man following him. He was taking photos of him, then sending them to an Alex.

In a dark empty room Alex opened the text and sat taking in the appearance of Sherlock Holmes. Alex needed to remember every detail about him if the plan was to work. The computer on the table bleeped, Alex had a new message from an anonymous sender.

Put the plan into action tomorrow, I know you can do it.

Alex nodded at the webcam.

Excellent.

Was the reply.

Sorry its so short but i wanted 2 do some Sherlock deducing then get into the plan, well i hope you enjoyed it please review xxx