A Sherlock Holmes love story (based on the 2009 movie) this is going to take place after An Unusual Girl, the story can be read separately, and don't worry I am going to continue the other one, I just couldn't wait to post this one. I DO NOT OWN Sherlock Holmes or any of the other characters I only own Lily Smith and others you don't recognize. Please Review.

This takes place right when Sherlock takes the Blackwood case.

It was a surprisingly sunny day in London, and it was also surprisingly quiet at 221B Baker Street. There were no explosions, no gunshots, which the housekeeper Mrs. Hudson, was very happy about, and no shouting. I was quite happy, sense there was no noise, well unless you count the pit bull, Gladstone, and John's cane, it was going to be a very pleasant morning. I sighed as I changed into a pair of brown trousers, a white short sleeve button up blouse, I had taken a pair of scissors and cut off the sleeves of the shirt, before putting on a black belt, and a pair of sneakers. I combed my red hair, which was still straight, but now reached to my elbows, and put it in a french braid. I brushed my teeth and made the bed before going downstairs. As I reached the stair landing I looked up at the clock, it was just 30 minuets after 7am. There was only one person who was in the family room and that was John Watson. My best friend along with Sherlock Holmes, both of whom I knew sense we solved that case of the pyramid, to make it less complicated, I've known him sense I was little, and John I knew sense I was a teenager. John was sitting in an armchair by the fire reading the morning paper, even though it was sunny outside it was still pretty chilly, perfectly ordinary London weather.

"Good morning John." I greeted sitting in the other arm chair.

"Ah, good morning Lilly, I see you are still wearing mens clothing?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Oh come on John! Why do you always ask that, have you ever seen me wear a dress? Excluding the schools dinner and very formal parties, as well as undercover work." I added raising an eyebrow.

"Because one day, just one, I wish to see you wear a dress, and yes excluding formal dinners/parties and when you go undercover." John said sighing.

"But you know how much I detest those accursed things, I mean you can't breathe in them for one thing, everything has to be extra tight, and you can't move around freely without constant worrying." I said.

Just then Mrs. Hudson came in carrying a tray which had a plate of eggs and bacon, as well as a cup of tea.

"Here you go dear." Mrs. Hudson said pacing the tray in front of John.

"Ah thank you. It looks and smells delicious Mrs. Hudson."

"You're welcome John, good morning Lilly, still no dress I see, how are you ever going to find a husband?" Mrs. Hudson asked giving me a raised eyebrow.

"Mrs. Hudson, I am not looking for a husband, and I have no intention of looking for one." I said.

"Well I'm guessing it's too late anyway, sense you're already 25, no man is going to want to marry someone at that age. Anyway I'm guessing you'll have eggs as well?"

"Yes please, and one of your delicious banana muffins."

"Of course, and judging by the look on John's face I better send it up to Holmes's room."

I looked over at John and sure enough he had a look on his face that meant, he had possibly just found a case that might spark Sherlock's interest.

"Take a look at this and tell me that it wouldn't at least strike his interest." John said passing me the paper.

I looked down at the London Times, this case definatley had Sherlock's name on it.

Another girl was found dead. London police are baffled, and Inspector Lestrade, who is leading the case, has no suspects.

"This is the most bizarre case we've ever seen, almost all we can be certain of is that all the girls were murdered and did not commit suicide, like we believed before. There have been a total of five girls murdered so far and we believe they are being committed by the same person." said Inspector Lestrade during an interview.

"Tell me is Sherlock Holmes helping the yard solve this?"

"No, he refused when I asked him, though that was when the body count had only been two."

I looked up at John and he was smiling, but then I realized so was I, I had a feeling that we were about to have a case. John quickly finished his breakfast as I went upstairs to Sherlock's door and knocked. I was a little nervous, he hadn't come out of his room in days. Well except to use the bathroom and take breakfast up to his rooms.

"Sherlock?" I called through the door.

I sighed before going in. It was dark and I will never get over how dusty and messy his room is. Clothes littered the floor, as well as underwear (which I didn't need to see), broken bottles, glass from the chemistry set, books were scattered, paper littered the floor as well, the bed looks like it's never been made, and it looks like nobody has been in here for a week. I heard a snore coming from the small bed, I turned and saw that it was only Gladstone sleeping. I opened the curtains and the sun quickly brightened up the room. I looked on the table and saw a small note, I picked it up and read silently.

"Personally I expected you find this note sooner, but anyway if you need me I have taken up my lodgings at the bar, I'm boxing today, oh and Lilly tell John not to burn the place down, one more thing tell nanny (Mrs. Hudson), not to clean my rooms again, if she does tell her It'll be her rooms I set fire too instead of Watson's, see if you can find my revolver I can't remember where I put it, and please tell me you found another case; and it better not be anything boring." signed Sherlock Holmes.

I sighed and thought 'Same old Sherlock.'

I looked around and found his revolver lying on the table, grabbed it and and headed out. I had just shut the door when I head footsteps coming up the flight of stairs.

"Don't bother John, he's not there, after I eat breakfast we'll be heading to the bar." I said walking back down the stairs with John.

"Why?" John asked.

"Because the reason why we haven't head anything from Sherlock is because he's boxing at the bar." I said.

"Should have known."

"Let's hurry though, apparently Sherlock has a match today."

I quickly ate, thanked Mrs. Hudson, before leaving with John and heading towards the bar.