Do you believe in soul-mates? - Page 4

Kankshita's alarm went off; she reached out and turned it off, before sitting up and rubbing her eyes. Yawning, she went to brush. She looked in the mirror. And screamed. Effectively out of her daze, she realised suddenly that this was not her room at all. She heard a phone ringing in her bedroom.

She stared at it in disbelief for a second, before picking it up and answering it.

"Hello?" Her voice was deeper, rougher. And, she was currently on the phone with a certain Mister Sherlock Holmes.

"John?" came the impatient voice. She stayed silent. "Are you there, or what? I left early because Lestrade called, and I am saddled with Anderson of all people, and... John, are you listening!"

"Hmm? Yes, I am Sh-Sherlock." Kankshita managed to shake herself out of her stupor in time to answer the question.

"Great! Now be at the address I sent you in 22 minutes. I need you to examine the corpse."

She swallowed. Examine the corpse?"John!"

"Oops, sorry, Sherlock."

"John, are you quite alright? You do not say 'oops' like it is a throwaway!"

"Yes, I am Sherlock," said Kankshita, a little too fast, but that seemed to convince him. He repeated his instructions and hung up.

Kankshita quickly dressed in Dr. John Hamish Watson's clothes and quickly hailed a taxi and reached the place Sherlock had asked her to.

Then she realised what was she going to say when she examined the corpse! She DID NOT know what to do.Luckily for her, she was willingly supplied with details by Sherlock, Anderson, Sergeant Donovan and Lestrade, so much so that her head was spinning.

Acting like Dr Watson was no easy task! She knew it was her dream to meet Sherlock. She knew that she had dreamed of being Dr Watson, but this is a little too much! Argh, argh, argh! If only she could just GET BACK HOME!

"John?" She turned. It was Lestrade.

"Yes, Greg?" she said, in her best impression of John.

"Have you got anything to add about the corpse? I know we all looked at it, but you pick up stuff no one else does, and Sherlock-" he jerked his head in Sherlock's direction (who was hailing a taxi)"-will definitely take your opinion better than anyone else's."

"There is literally nothing on that corpse that would interest Sherlock, Greg. It is way too plain a case for him."Lestrade didn't move a muscle but Kankshita saw the mirth in his eyes. He nodded and departed. For what seemed like the thousandth time that day, she thanked her lucky stars she was so addicted to the show, and had seen it a million times.

By the end of the day, she was so tired, and Sherlock, convinced that something was bothering 'John', had packed her off home. Happily clutching a mug of steaming hot chocolate in her trembling hands, she leaned back in bed, and opened her laptop to watch something.

The half finished mug of hot chocolate lay on the bedside table, and John lay asleep on the bed, laptop beside him on the bed.

Kankshita woke the following day, thankfully, in her own bed. She had endless missed calls from all the people who'd called her up the previous day.One after the other, she called them all. They all had the same question.

"Where were you yesterday?!"

And she had the same answer. "It's a long story!"