Sherlock hated meeting potential clients in public, but business had been slow... really slow and he needed the bits. He received a note at his office asking him to meet the client at this particular cafe, outside on the patio. The private detective let out a long, exasperated and annoyed sigh, and tapped his hoof repeatedly on the ground.

"This had better not be a crank message." He complained to himself before taking a sip of his tea, he despised coffee.

"Well, if you showed up AND waited I suppose you're quite desperate for work." The voice was behind him, he didn't bother turning around. The second he heard that voice he knew exactly who it was.

"At least my short comings don't end up in the Equestrian Daily." The pony speaking to him trotted over to the other side of the table, with a fresh latte levitating next to her. She was a light blue unicorn mare with icy blue mane and tail, she was wearing a light purple cape clasped with a large gemstone.

"I would say its a pleasure Patricia but I might be stretching the truth a fair amount there." Sherlock's face was a mixture of suspicion and annoyance.

"For the last time its Trixie!" She gave Sherlock a glare as she took a sip of her latte, then setting it down. "And for the record, the only reason that little incident in Ponyville got to the papers was because of a couple of idiotic colts leading an ursa major into town!"

"I thought it was a minor Patricia?"

"Trixie! And that's not the point!" Trixie looked around and saw that she was creating a bit of a scene, she calmed her self down before continuing. "But anyway, from the looks of things I'd guess you're between jobs?"

"And you between cons. Must be difficult running your scam without that cart of yours." Sherlock took note of the gem clasping Trixie's cape. "Is that the Tzar of Stalliongrad's missing diamond? Or just another gift from a generous fan?"

Trixie stared dead pan at Sherlock for a moment then smiled, "Enough of the past dear, I'd rather talk business. I need your help; I need you to find a pony for me." As she spoke she began to levitate something out of her saddlebags, under her cape. Sherlock immediately dove under the table for cover, still keeping an eye on her. "Why are you always so suspicious?"

"Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically?"

"Relax darling; nothing dangerous... this time." She giggled a bit to herself as she watched Sherlock get back up. She produced a manilla envelope and slid it to him. "I believe you'll find all the information you need inside." She then levitated a small pouch and set it down, the sound of bits clattered inside it.

"Keep your money I didn't say I would take the case." Sherlock responded somewhat hotly.

"Well lets just call it a wager you will, my contact information is in there as well. Should you need to find me regarding the case of course." She stood and started to head for the cafe's exit, passing by Sherlock she stopped next to him and whispered. "You can't really thing it was all bad now can you?"

"Wouldn't you love to know?" He looked back at her grinning like a cat that swallowed a canary. She huffed and continued on her way, giving him one last brush with her tail. Sherlock sat at his table for a long while staring at the envelope. "Curse that mare... oh horse apples fine!" He took the envelope and removed its contents, and started to read through the profile.