Here we were. Once again in the morgue. God I hated this place. It's so creepy...and dead. Not sure why I follow that man almost everywhere he goes. What if zombies one day exist and I end up trailing after him to the morgue? We'd be screwed. They'd kill us all, though I'd probably kill that man first for even bringing us here to start off with before the zombies get the chance to harm him in any way.

Speaking of zombies, would I laugh if I had to watch his body get eaten by zombies? It'd be quite the sight. That is until they all turn on me and kill/eat me. Not sure why they'd want me, though. I'm just skin and bones. Nothing yummy about me whatsoever. Just all yuck.

Sherlock Holmes...death by Bluebell. An interesting way to go, if I say so myself.

Ziiippp!

I stuck out my tongue in disgust as Sherlock unzipped the bag of the dead body that was before him on the table. I best find out what he actually plans to do with it. There may be a test later. Curse me in never remembering to ask before I blindly follow.

I brought my eyes up from my iPod to see Sherlock sniff. "How fresh?"

"Just in," My eyes roamed about until I spotted Molly Hooper walking around the table. "Sixty-seven natural causes. Used to work here. I knew him." Molly smiled. "He was nice."

"Good looking?" I asked.

She didn't look at me. "Just nice. Why?"

"Ah. Course. Only curious, Molly. Nice is good, though."

"Fine." Sherlock said, sounding uninterested in the conversation. He zipped the bag shut and stood up straight. He turned to stare at Molly and gave her a grin. "We'll start with the riding crop."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to go and get a cup of coffee then," I muttered.

Instantly I knew what he was going to do with the riding crop. I didn't need to be here when he beat dead body up. I don't care if he had a good reason or not. Still didn't want to make me watch him do it. It makes me feel a little green just at the mere thought.

I pushed myself away from the wall and turned up my music as I exited the room. I skipped a bit while I made my way towards the cafeteria. My glasses continually slid down my nose, a fact that Sherlock always liked to point out because they were much to big for my face, but I just kept on pushing them back up in front of my eyes. Who really cares if they were too big? I didn't even want them anyway. I felt like a nerd or a geek. I only even got them because Sherlock made a small comment to my aunt about my vision and she forced me to get my eyes checked. Worse day of my life. Took everything in me to not strangle the detective.

As soon as I passed through the open doors leading to the cafeteria, I grinned and waved at the other person in the room who was getting a bit of coffee. He smiled over at me and held out a cup. I nodded back and quickly turned off and put away my iPod. I then eagerly walked to him and accepted the small cup. With a smile, I brought the coffee up to my nose and took in a whiff. I sighed in bliss at the scent.

"So how you doing, Jim?" I asked him whilst taking a sip. My smile widened at the taste it left on my tongue. Instantly I put the cup down and started to make a second one. This one being all black with two sugars. Had to make one for Sherlock. I just knew he wanted one even if he didn't put it into words. Who knows what would happen if he didn't have me after so many years of us being together. Not sure how he managed before. He's just so lazy at times.

"Good, good," he grinned. "Here with your friend again?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Not sure why I'm actually with him. But, eh." I gave a shrug.

Jim laughed and took a sip of his own coffee. "You'll have to introduce me sometime."

I waved him off. "And lose you as a friend? Fat chance. He'd ruin everything and then I'd hate his guts, despite the fact I have a crush on him. Now that would be a strange relationship. Awkward!"

"Quite positive they call those love-hate relationships."

My eyes widened. "Really? Huh." I grew thoughtful. "Still don't think I want one, though."

He laughed. "When you gonna tell him?"

I snorted as I finished up Sherlock's coffee. I then took a long gulp of my own. When I brought it down and placed it on the table, Jim gave me a raised eyebrow. I wiped what coffee there was on my lips and stared back at him. I matched his raised eyebrow.

"Tell him what?"

"Your feelings."

"And what? Get shot down? No thank you. I like things the way they are. He's one of my best mates. I'm not quite sure what I'd do if I lost him."

"Five years isn't a long time," Jim pointed out.

I rolled my eyes. "I've only known you for one month and already you know of my crush on the sociopath. Still not sure why I told you, though. Huh."

Before I really had the chance to think about it, my phone buzzed and I hurriedly pulled it out. I checked the screen and saw I had a text, though it was an unknown number. I gave a sigh. It must be Sherlock. Had to be. I had only been gone not even ten minutes. It better be important if he was texting me through someone else's phone.

Jim nodded towards my phone. "That your boyfriend now?"

I sighed. "Why does everyone say that?"

"What?"

"They all call me his girlfriend or him my boyfriend."

"Because you're the only woman alive who we ever see with him," Jim explained. I rolled my eyes. Just because I did like the man didn't mean I wanted people to say such things about us when it obviously wasn't true. It's always so embarrassing. My aunt even asked me once because she heard it from a friend of hers who works at Scotland Yard! "But what's the text say?"

I glanced down at my phone again. "He says 'Come upstairs and meet the new flatmate. SH.'" I went to put it away but I quickly looked at the text again. Jim gave me an amused look as I started to jump up and down excitedly. "He's got a flatmate? That's great! It means I can move in straight away! Christmas has come early this year!"

"You really think moving in with Sherlock is a good idea?" Jim asked.

I shrugged and finished what was left of my coffee, putting away my phone as I did so. "It gets me out of living with my aunt. Besides, it'll mean I'll be right there with him for the next case. I won't be constantly coming over by cab or bike."

Jim sighed. "You follow him around like a lost puppy."

I picked up the other coffee for Sherlock and barked back in answer. He laughed as I went to leave the room...and almost ran into Molly. I grinned at the girl, but she didn't return it. She appeared a bit distracted. I cocked my head a bit as she continuously rubbed the back of her hand against her lips, obviously trying to get something off.

"Hello, Molly," I said to her.

Molly nodded at the coffee. "Took you quite a bit to get that, didn't it?"

I looked at it. "Oh, this?" I shook my head and stepped around her. "It's not mine. This one's for Sherlock. Black and two sugars just the way he likes it."

She blinked at me. "You got him coffee?"

I nodded. "Yeah. He doesn't say it, but I know he wants some whenever I get any for myself." I then gasped. "You didn't want me to get you some too, did you? Is that why you came down here?" I asked her. I growled and started to mutter at myself. "Of course that's why she's here. Why else would she be here? How can you be so stupid, Blu? Just because you don't ask Sherlock doesn't mean you should be rude to others. Show some manners."

Molly stared at me before awkwardly laughing. I raised an eyebrow. She then waved her hand at me several times. "It's all right, Blu. I...I just came down to tell you that Sherlock is upstairs. I don't need coffee. I'm not even thirsty."

"Oh, well in that case, thank you for caring," I laughed as well. "Unfortunately I already knew that, though, since Sherlock texted me, so I'm sorry for taking a few minutes out of your schedule. You must be so busy working here."

She forced a smile. "It's fine."

I nodded. "I'll be seeing you then, Molly."

I waited for her to nod back before beginning my journey down the halls and up the stairs. I was now on my daily quest to find Sherlock. Yes, quest. It's a mystery in itself just to locate the man sometimes. Wish he would be a bit more specific when he tells me to meet him upstairs. He acts so sure that I know where 'upstairs' is. Don't get me wrong. I do know where he is talking about, I just wish he wouldn't take if for granted that I did know. One day he might be in a room that I've never been in before, so obviously I wouldn't know where to begin looking.

When I got to the room that Sherlock was in, I glanced through the glass and spotted Mike Stamdford and another man in the room. He was short, well at least to Sherlock and me, and had cropped dirty blonde hair. His hair instantly reminded me of the people who serve in the military. I squinted a bit at him when I saw that in his right hand he held a cane. He leaned upon it for support as he watched Sherlock who held the man's phone with both hands, texting away. I wonder why he's got that? If he actually was from the military...had he been wounded somehow? And then Sherlock... What was he doing with the man's phone when he had his own?

"Ah, Blu!" Sherlock said as I pushed open the door with my side. He gave the man back his phone. "Coffee. Thank you!"

I nodded as I handed over the cup. "Aren't you just lucky that I thought of you," I teased with a grin.

He turned with the cup in hand back to the microscope where he must have originally been working. "I knew you'd get me a cup so I didn't bother to ask."

I waved him off. "Yeah, yeah. You say that every time." I then turned to the new man and gave a smile. I stuck out my hand and he shook it. "Sorry. Where are my manners? Sheesh. That's twice today. My name's Bluebell Lavender. Please, though, call me Blu."

"John Watson," the other man told me. "Hello."

"Hello." When I heard Sherlock's mug slam down on the table, I turned back to him and walked over. I frowned down at what he was doing, not quite sure what it was. Really, really, really hope there wasn't a test about this. "So...saw the text." I said awkwardly. I started to rock back and forth on the balls of my feet. "This him then, Sherlock?"

"Correct," he said, his eyes remaining down on the microscope. He then glanced out of his corner of his eye over at the potential flatmate. "How do you feel about the violin?" he asked, directing his question towards John.

John seemed not to realize we were talking to him until he saw the looks that Mike and I gave him. "Sorry. What?"

"I play the violin when I'm thinking, sometimes I don't talk for days on end."

I sighed. "I've experienced that side of him before. Quite bothersome. It's pretty much the main reason I take my iPod with me everywhere. Need something to occupy me or I'd go," I brought my hand up next to my head and pointed my index finger at my skull. I then twirled it in a circle and whistled, "cuckoo."

"Ignore her." Sherlock turned to stare at John to get his opinion. "Will that bother you? Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other." He gave a forced smile.

John glanced over at Mike, Sherlock and me, and then back at Mike. "You...you told him about me?"

Mike shook his head. In his hands he held a tube of some sort of red liquid. Not quite sure what he was planning to do with the thing. Really hope he doesn't drop it. That'd be bad, especially if it was blood. "Not a word."

John returned his attention to us. "Then who said anything about flatmates?"

"I did," Sherlock answered. He began to pull on his dark coat. "I told Mike this morning I must be a difficult man to find a flatmate for. Now here he is, just after lunch with an old friend, clearly just home from military service in Afghanistan." I handed the man his scarf and he accepted it before tying it around his neck. "Wasn't a difficult leap."

"How did you know about Afghanistan?" John asked.

"Got my eye on a nice little place in central London." Sherlock picked up his phone and I trailed after him as he started to make his way towards the door. "Together we ought to be able to afford it. We'll meet there tomorrow evening, seven o'clock." When I gave him a little nudge he added on, "Ah, yes. Blu will be staying with us as well. I'll be paying for her, seeing as she doesn't have the money." I grinned at John, who still seemed lost on what was happening so quickly. "Ah, sorry. Gotta dash. I think I left my riding crop in the mortuary."

"Bye, John," I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "See you tomorrow."

As I followed behind Sherlock, John said, "Is that it?"

We both turned to look at him. "Is that what?" Sherlock asked. He stepped away from the door and stood before John.

"We only just met and we're going to go and look at a flat," John stated. His eyes flickered over to me and back at Sherlock. "And there's two of you. Boy and girl."

Sherlock and I exchanged glances. "Problem?" we asked John.

I came up next to the detective and crossed my arms. I grinned a little as I tilted my head a bit at John. I liked this guy already. There was just something about him that was intriguing. It was great how he was able to just speak his mind and ask questions. Maybe the fact, as Sherlock pointed out, that he served in the war in Afghanistan helped a bit as well? Hmm. Perhaps. Not sure, though.

"We don't know a thing about each other," John started. "I don't know where we're meeting, I don't even know your name." When he said 'your' he gave Sherlock the look.

I rolled my eyes. "Should've known he be rude and not introduce himself. Every time. Every time!" I looked up at the man. "You had one job. Just one." I lifted up my index finger and poked him in the chest. Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Uno!"

Sherlock shook his head a bit at me before returning his attention to John. I bit my lip since I knew what was to happen next. The detective stared John down as he quickly started one of his many deductions. "I know you're an army doctor and you've been invalided home from Afghanistan. I know you've got a brother who's worried about you but you won't go to him for help because you don't approve of him, possibly because he's an alcoholic, more likely because he's recently walked out on his wife. And I know that your therapist thinks your limp's psychosomatic, quite correctly, I'm afraid." John glanced down at his leg at the mention of the word limp. I sighed and awkwardly averted my eyes. "That's enough to be going on with, don't you think?"

"Sorry," I murmured to John as Sherlock stepped back towards the door. It gave off a loud creak as he opened it. "He does that...a lot. Sometimes it can't be helped. It just comes out."

I gave John what felt like a reassuring smile and stepped back to stand beside the detective. I pulled my iPod out of my pocket and plugged in one of the earbuds. I fiddled with it as I turned it on and got one of my favorite songs playing. I swayed a bit to the beat, keeping my eyes downcast so I didn't have to stare up at John.

"The name's Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221B Baker Street," Sherlock added on, staring over at John. His body was half in the room and half in the hallway. He gave a click of his tongue and winked at the man. Sherlock then looked over at Mike. "Afternoon." Mike waved back just as Sherlock exited the room. "Come along, Blu."

I gave Mike a nod and then John one. "Have a good day, fellas," I told them, quickly dashing after the taller man. "Sherlock! Sherlock, wait! Stop walking so fast! Your legs are longer than mine! SHERLOCK!"

There. First chapter. *wipes sweat from brow* First chapters always suck, haha. There's nothing really ever in them except to establish a few minor things.

As you can see, it follows the series. That's what I like to do, haha. There will be little bits here and there and a few chapters that don't have to do with the series, but they'll probably come later.

Obviously a Sherlock/OC thing, but don't expect a romance blossoming right away.

Also, this book shall be season one, since I'll try and break up each episode best I can to make a good size book, and then next will be next season, followed by another book for season three.

So, not much is known so far about Bluebell besides the fact that she knows Sherlock already, for a good few years. She rambles a bit, is quite childish, overthinks about things, slightly random...

And knows Jim, who you all better recognize. Not too hard.

So, even though as I already mentioned I hate first chapters, how'd I do? Not much interaction between Sherlock and Blu in this one I'm afraid, but next one for sure. Blu sound like an interesting character? 'Cause I promise she'll only get better as things move along.

Votes and comments are greatly appreciated. Thank you all and have a wonderful day!