Oliver Valentine looked up as a short blond man walked up to the desk, holding a peice of paper. He was wearing a white jumper and he appeared to be in his early forties.
Ollie looked up at him and smiled. "Can I help you at all?"
The man returned the smile briefly, and placed the paper on the desktop. "Dr. John Watson. I'm due to start working here today?"
Ollie looked at the paper. "Sure. Dr. Lo?"
Tara walked up to where they were talking. "Can I help, Ollie?"
"Yes, could you show Dr. Watson here around, please?"
She smiled one of her wide smiles. "Sure." She extended her hand and he shook it. "Tara. Tara Lo. Pleased to meet you!"
John smiled. "John Watson."
Jac sauntered up to the ward desk to see a man stood talking to Lo and Valentine. She sighed. "Slacking, are we? Ollie, I need those test results in two minutes, tops! And, Tara, shouldn't you be working?"
Lo gestured to the man. "I-I'm showing Dr. Watson around. It's on the schedule-"
"That's nice, but it's not exactly work!"
Ollie rolled his eyes and cut in, "Jac, give it a break! Why don't you actually talk to Dr. Watson, instead of just rant in front of him."
Jac inhaled sharply. "Fine." She turned to that 'Watson' guy. "Dr. Jac Naylor. Consultant on this Ward. That's enough to be going no wi-"
"Well, it's obviously something."
"Enough to be going on with. That was one of the first things my best friend said to me."
"Jac!" Ollie sighed.
"No, it's alright. Erm, well, he-he's dead. He died two months ago."
Jac pursed her lips. "I'm sorry."
"No, truly I am. W-what was his name?"
"Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes."
"Oh, oh, god, you knew Sherlock." Ollie said quietly. John looked at him.
"You did too."
Oh. My. God, Thought John. He knew Sherlock. He knew my best mate. How did he know him?
"How did you know him?" John decided to ask him at the end of the day, in the locker room. "How did you know Sherlock?"
Ollie sat down on the bench. "He was sort of a... family connection. I-I knew all of his family, he knew all of mine."
"Really. He never mentioned you."
Ollie let out a low laugh. "Oh, he wouldn't have. The bitter sod."
John smiled. "He didn't tell me much about his life before he met me."
"I can imagine."
"So, you're family friends, right?"
Ollie hesitated. "Actually, h-he was my-"
The door opened. It was Jac. "Emergency on the ward, we need all the help we can get! Come quickly!" She exclaimed sharply.
"Jac Naylor, asking for help?" Ollie asked, putting on a smiling face. But John could see through his actions. His smile was completely false. Not that Jac could see that. It was that kind of 'happy' that didn't reach your eyes. Then John noticed it. His eyes. They were blue- An icy blue, like Arctic waters. Sherlock blue.
Was it coincidence, that this 'Ollie' had the same eyes? The same eyes and the same, 'Looking-sad-when-you-think-no-one-can-see-you' kind of look that the Pathologist, Molly had pointed out.
Or a family connection.
Slight cliffy. Please review. I know this sounds desperate but I haven't had a review yet. Who thinks I should carry on?...