It has been a month since I moved to London and I still haven't really met anyone. It is lonely when you move from America away from all your friends and family. But sometimes you have to do things you don't want to in order to make it in life. I came here for business I suppose and not to make friends but it would be nice to have at least someone to talk to.

My hair has grown out so long that it is getting so hard to manage. I scowl at myself in the mirror as I try to untangle my hair. I toss and turn all night long. I have been here a month I still haven't been able to get use to the new place.

I walked to the café Speedy's. I walk by here every day and it is right next to flat I am renting and I haven't gone in. It's time to start trying something new every day. Maybe I will be able to meet some people that way.

I ordered a cup of tea and sat a table in the corner and picked up todays paper. Of course the headline is about Sherlock Holmes solving yet another case. At this point I shouldn't be surprised I mean he's a hero here.

Next thing I know a very nervous man walks up to me. He looks like is about to pass out. That any minute now he is going to topple over and I am going to have to give him CPR.

"Excuse me. I um saw that you moved in the neighbor a few weeks ago and um I-I thought I would um introduce myself. I-I-um am Dr. John Watson."

"Oh I know who you are. You are in the paper with Sherlock Holmes almost every day."

"I see that you are American"

"Yes I moved her about a month ago for business. I absolutely love it here! It's like a breath of fresh being in London and my name is Olivia Joiner"

I don't want him to think I am sad and lone. I want to be an independent woman. That is why I agreed to come aboard.

"Um well I um was wondering if you would like me to cook you some dinner sometime. I mean it must get pretty lonely."

What a sweet man. He is so nervous but managed to cover over and talk to me. This is the first person since I have been here that has made an effort to talk to me before I talked to them.

"I would love to. All my family and friends are in America. I don't know anyone at all except for the people at work."

"Great let's say tonight at 7. Is that alright with you? I mean if it is too soon we can make it another day. I live across the street at 221b"

"No tonight is perfect." I chuckled, "I will see you tonight at seven."

I stood up and made my way to the door. I turned and gave him one last smile and a wave and I was off to find something to wear.

Good lord why does it seem like I don't have any clothes at all? I have plenty of work clothes and lazy clothes but something for dinner. I still have to make something take over there. It is six o' clock I need to get my ass in gear.

I stood in front of the mirror in my bra and underwear. I want to show off my boobs and legs but I don't want them to think I am easy. Then it hit me. I have a tight knee length black shirt and a blue blouse that shows no cleavage but you definitely know they are there. Now to come up with something to take over there for dinner. I sat there until it was almost seven and just decided upon talking a bottle of champagne.

"Hi John, I brought over a bottle of champagne. I hope you don't mind."

"No not at all. Of course not and this is Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock this is Olivia Joiner"

There he stood the amazing Sherlock Holmes he was so much taller than I. He stood there with broad shoulder and confidence. I had to control myself to not walk over to him and run my fingers through his hair. I glanced into his gorgeous eyes which mad me blushed even more. You could tell that he was scanning for any type of information he could gave on me. Going up and down every inch of my body.

"Oh my lord! John I must go change my clothes."

Sherlock strolled off into his room. He began to bang things around. Oh how I would like to see what his room looks like.

"Umm don't you think you should go check on him? He is making an awful lot of noise."

"Yes, yes he is." John said with anger in his eyes, "If you will excuse me? I will be right back."

John stormed off into the next room. He was about to Sherlock's door when it flew open and there he stood. Looking as calm as ever. Making me squirm again when I caught him looking at me and smiled.

"Sherlock you better not being trying to impress Olivia. You knew show any type of interest in any other girls you are around. Even when they are throwing themselves at you. I was the one that asked HER out. That official says I call dibs." John whispered angrily.

He obviously doesn't think I can hear them.

"That is quite the silly acquisition there John. I have no what so ever interest in Olivia. She is just another American girl traveling through London in hope of finding true love with a charming Brit. Sentiment is a weakness John and I will have nothing to do with it."

Ouch that kind of hurt. I need to look like I am doing something. I know I will get some ice in a bowl or something for the champagne.

"Good now try to act normal around someone for once Sherlock, please."

I walked over to the freezer with the bottle. I opened up the door just as they walked in again. What do I find in the freezer? I severed arm of course. I jump back in surprise.

"You didn't get rid of the arm, did you?" John scolded.

"Oh I am sorry. I was just getting some ice to put the bottle in and well um there is an arm in your freezer."

"I am quite sorry there dear. I meant to dispose of it last week but it must have escaped my mind. This is very unusual for me. Let me get some ice for you."

"No, no it's alright. It just kind of startled me is all. I mean I just I should have guessed something like that would be in here in the great Sherlock Holmes' freezer."

I smiled at the sound of my voice saying his name. I glanced at both John and Sherlock. There was so much of a difference between the two of them. Then Sherlock's eyes locked on to mine. I felt myself start to smile and blush again.

"Alright time for dinner! I made roasted beef with steamed vegetables." John said rushing his way between us breaking the moment.