A blond male was walking down the sidewalks of London when someone called out his name.

"John!" The male voice called, "John Watson!"

The man turned to see who it was and saw the man walking up to him.

"Mike Stamford, we went to Barts together." He introduced.

"Yes, Mike." John said.

"I heard you were abroad getting shot at, so what happened?" Mike asked.

"I got shot at."

The two went out to lunch at a nearby restaurant.

"So, still at Barts?" John asked.

"Teaching now. Bright young things like we use to be… God, I hate them." Mike said, "So getting things settled in London?"

"Yeah, staying with my sister Harry for now." John answered.

"Anyone special in your life?" Mike asked as their food arrived.

"No, I haven't even been on a date in ages." John said as he started to eat.

"What happen to the one guy you were with a few years ago?"

"He b-broke up with me while I was deployed." John stuttered, still heartbroken.

"You need to go on a blind date." Mike said.

"No, it is a little soon for that." John insisted.

"Just for fun. Get out there and meet people." Mike smiled.

"I suppose you would set me up with someone, right?" John asked.

"Of course, just one…" Mike said.

"It has been a few months… Why not, but pick a good one! The last time you set me up the guy just wanted to get me in bed."

"I apologized up and down for a month." Mike retorted.

John went back to the flat he shared with Harry and Clara. His phone went off.

'Angelo's tonight at 7pm' MS

The man worked fast and John only had three hours before the date. He went to his room and went through the closet as his sister came in.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, curious.

"Getting ready for a date." John told her while pulling out a nicer shirt and Jeans.

"You're going on a date already? It's only been six months since your break up." Harry said.

"I know, It's just... I'm tired of being alone. At least if I go on dates I'll be getting out." John stated.

"Don't bring him home." Harry said, winking.

"Get out." John said, smiling closing the door behind her.

He changed into his white t-shirt with a blue button up shirt and his best Jeans. He wasn't sure why he let Mike talk him into this but it was too late to say no now. He caught a cab down to Angelo's after asking Mike for the address. He was dropped off in front of the building and saw a man standing outside; he was tall with dark brown hair and he was wearing a teal dress shirt with black fitted trousers. The man looked at John and their eyes met. He had piercing glasz eyes. John felt like time had stopped. He snapped back to reality when his phone vibrated.

'Made it?' HW

'Yes. Stop bugging me.' JW

The man walked up to John and smiled, "I assume you're John Watson."

"Yeah, how did you know that?" John asked.

"Sherlock Holmes. Your friend Mike set us up." Sherlock said.

"Right." John said, stunned Mike picked such a gentleman.

"Shall we go in?" Sherlock asked.

"Yeah."

They went in and were seated at a table by the window. John was starting to get nervous. Sherlock looked at him curiously.

"Haven't been on a date in a good long time I see."

"Yeah." John said.

"Recently been dumped probably in the last three to six months I'd say by the tan line where you wore a ring."

"Six months ago." John confirmed.

"So what did you do with your engagement ring?" Sherlock asked.

"Locked it up. No one knew we were engaged." John was impressed.

"That's because they don't know how to look. I can tell he proposed just before you were deployed to Afghanistan or Iraq. He probably wrote you a Dear John letter, but I doubt he explained why. You didn't take the ring off right away." Sherlock rambled.

"That was amazing." John said, smiling.

"That not what people usually say." Sherlock said as the food arrived.

"What do people usually say?" John asked.

"Piss off." He smirked, chuckling lightly.

They started to eat the food, "So, which was it? Afghanistan or Iraq?"

"Afghanistan. I wore the ring up until two weeks ago. I have yet to see him or talk to him. He sent all my stuff to my sister's flat." John stated.

"He found someone else." Sherlock said.

"That is what I was thinking as the reason for him to get my stuff out so fast." John was feeling better now that he was talking about it.

"What about you? You been with anyone?" John asked.

"No, I'm not really into such frivolous things." Sherlock answered.

"What do you do for a living?" John asked.

"I'm a consulting detective."

"Meaning?" John asked.

"When the police are out of their depth- which is always- they call me." Sherlock explained.

"I never heard of a consulting detective before." John said.

"I made the job up; I am the only one in the world." Sherlock told him.

"Right." John thought for a moment but he just brushed the thought away.

It was hitting eight o'clock in the evening when John got up, "It's getting late, I better go home, um… It was nice meeting you."

"Can I see your phone real quick?" Sherlock asked. John handed it over and waited. Sherlock stood up giving it back, "It was a pleasure."

With that, Sherlock left after taking care of the bill. John caught a cab back to the flat and the entire trip home his mind was thinking about Sherlock.