Outside the New Scotland Yard building stood a young woman. A young woman of about 5 feet, with long, wavy blonde hair, and inquisitive hazel eyes, stood at the base of this building. With a large duffel bag slung over her dainty shoulder, the woman's plump lips pulled into a smile as her situation actually hit her. She had traveled all the way from America to visit her Uncle in the UK, and hopefully find a job there. Since she had just completed her second PhD in Anthropology, her first being in Sociology, he seemed confident that he could find her a job with him at the 'Yard', as he put it.
She hiked the strap of her bag up higher on her shoulder, and confidently walked up into the building.
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"What Trudy?"
"Uh…Sir? There is a young girl here to see you? She says she's your niece, but…Do you want me to send her away?"
DI Lestrade sat up straight in his office chair, hitting the intercom button again, "NO! No, Trudy. Please, send her to my office."
"Yes, Sir."
Detective Inspector Lestrade leaned back in his chair with a smile. His niece finally made it back to the UK. His little brother had moved with his wife to America 15 years earlier to start a family there. After a year, if was figured out that they couldn't have children. His brother, Daniel, who followed in his big brothers footsteps and became an FBI agent in Washington, Came across a little girl whose family had been a victim of a serial killer. The only survivor had been the girl, Anais. There was no family to take her in, no grandparents or aunts or uncles. Needless to say, Daniel and his wife took her in. It was meant to be a temporary thing until she found a true home, but the Lestrade's fell in love with her sense of humor, maturity, and her abnormal amount of brains. She had been a part of the family ever sense. The small family came to visit the Detective Inspector every Christmas and he too, had fallen under her charming spell.
"Nice place you got here, Detective Inspector." Remarked a familiar, and very American, voice.
Lestrade jumped out of his chair and, with a huge smile, gave his beloved niece a tight hug. "Anais! It's great to see you!" He held her out at arm's length, "My have you grown. Well, not your height." He joked, earning him a smack on the arm.
"Ha, you're tellin' me. I'm still waiting for the day I can ride in your damn tube without being stepped on." she snorted, dropping her bag into one of the plush chairs in front of her uncle's desk.
Greg ushered her into the empty chair and sat in his own. "How was your trip? That's not all you brought is it?" he asked, motioning to her duffel bag, earning a wind-chime laugh from the girl.
"This is just my essentials. You know, Things to last me a few weeks until I find an apartment- or a 'flat' I suppose- then I'll have mom and dad mail the rest. The furniture I'll have to buy though."
He frowned unhappily. "I really wish you'd just stay with me…."
"Until when? I feel bad enough mooching off you for while I have to, I'd feel like a leech if I did it for much longer than necessary." She smiled gently, "you're doing more than enough, Uncle Greg." She reached out and placed her much smaller hand on top of her uncle's large, rough ones. "Stop worrying. Believe it or not, I AM an adult now."
DI Greg smiled and held her hand fully. "I choose not to believe it."
A woman's voice interrupted the family moment. "Sir we have a-uhm?"
Anais looked up to see a dark skinned woman, late 20's probably, with short curly hair. She retracted her hand from her uncles and placed it on her lap, looking at it bashfully.
Lestrade stood. "Donavon, This is my niece, Anais. She just moved to London. Anais, this is Sergeant Sally Donovan."
The young American stood and shook hands with the newcomer, biting her lip nervously as she did so.
Donovan, still surprised at the younger woman's sudden appearance, smiled lightly, "Nice to meet you." Sally looked back at her boss, "Sir, I hate to take you away, but, we sort of have a case."
Greg frowned, "Right now? But I was supposed to have the rest of the day off. I promised to take Anais flat hunting. " he glanced at Anais.
The girl brushed it off, "It's alright Uncle Greg. I'll wait here for you. God knows I have more than enough books to read." She said, patting her bag lovingly. She smiled up at her uncle, "And if I get bored, or you take an ungodly long time, I'll catch a cab and look at places for rent. Crime stopping sort of trumps babysitting me."
Her uncles smiled and grabbed his coat and scarf, "I'll be back as soon as I can, alright? Try not to start any fights while I'm gone, alright?" He smirked.
Anais frowned and glared up at him, "ONE TIME. It was one time! And that girl deserved it." She pouted, folding her arms across her chest, "Callin' me a Yankee. WE WON THE WAR YOU KNOW!"
Lestrade laughed and patted her on the back and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Just be good." And with that he left, Donovan in toe.
A/N
Well, hello everyone. This is my first story on , and i really hope it isn't total crap. Its just an idea that's been floating around my head for awhile. I'll probably post the second chapter tonight, which will have our dear Shirley in it. *swoons* Reviews would be wonderful! I would like positive AND negative feedback (if you have any, which I'd be surprised if you didn't). oh and if any of you have watched any of the harry potter films, Anais (pronounced ANN-AH-EESE) looks like the girl who played Fleur Deleacour, with my own tweeks of course.
~OhMyWatson
