Hey peeps! Welcome to my new story. I recently gave in and watched the show and love it and as we all do started thinking, "Well what if…" This is a story about a women living in the basement {Oh my!} but while I may throw in some fluff I do not see this turning into romance so if that's what you were hoping for sucks for you. That being said I hope you all enjoy. Please review. Any feedback on plot grammar spelling ect. Is appreciated. Also let me know if you like or dislike something. Constructive criticism folks. Okay that's all I got without further adieu..
She walked up the stairs leading to the doorway and raised her hand to knock when the door swung open and a tall mop top of a man came hurriedly through the door followed by a shorter stockier man. "Sorry miss" he said, "but we can't take cases now but you can email and we might be able to help out."
The woman chuckled at the pair the shorter man still talking as he ran down the street as the tall man hailed a cab. She raised her hand again and knocked and an elderly woman answered the door.
"Oh, hello dear! I hope you had a good trip I'll show you up to the flat."
The woman looked around the flat and smiled. She had gotten settled into the flat after a full day of scrubbing the grime from every corner, replacing some of the dry way, painting everything she could get her hands on and directing all the furniture that had been delivered to their rightful spots. Now she had her headphones on swinging around the kitchen to the beat of her music and the smell of her food. She flopped onto the couch and waited for the timer to go off. When at last her meal was done she set it to the counter and brought out the larger dish before heading to the other flat in the building. The door opened and the stocky man gaped at her holding a casserole about to speak. "John," the tall man yelled from behind the blond man, "Is that the nannies new tenant." "What?" he yelled back giving the woman an apologetic smile. "The American woman that was outside this morning she'll be renting c" The mop top appeared at the door and the woman looked at him about to speak when he interrupted again.
"Wait I want to figure it out myself."
"Be nice Sherlock."
"I'm bored John." The mop top, Sherlock said, "You are American. Southern state Georgia or Florida. You moved here to teach because you like to travel and now that you are divorced you have that freedom again. You are trained in at least 3 martial arts. Oh more and you carry weapons which means you are somehow involved with the government and your favorite color is blue because it reminds you of the sky. You have some money which is quite remarkable for a teacher not a lot but enough but you never worry about finances probably your family support you or your alimony. You only speak one language because when you were young you focused on sports and read for fun and not for school. Your passions drive you and you jump before you think." Sherlock smiled, "How did I do?" John just shook his head, "I'm sorry miss. He tends to be a little over-" "Not bad." She said to the mop top her American accent quite clear then turned to John, "Don't worry about it. That was quite interesting you were mistaken on a few things but before I tell you mind telling me how you came to your conclusions."
Sherlock smirked, "American was easy to guess you had an NFL hat sticking out of your bag this morning. You're tan in winter so somewhere south and your clothes tell me not from the west now your voice tells me Florida. You still have the tan line from your wedding ring and when the door surprised you your hand switched towards your side. Teacher by the books delivered they're downstairs by the way so no money but you moved countries so some money and living in a flat in a place not many teachers can afford so someone else lends you some. You wear sky blue and the dish is the same color. You are American living in another English speaking country so one language. You like to read but obviously did sports as a child martial arts by your stance it also explains why you know more than three at such a young age."
"Okay I'll give you American and yes Florida girl. Five by the way martial arts that is and I was sporty as a kid and loved to read but I did not start martial arts until college. I was a swimmer."
"Ah there is always something." Mop top said.
"Hold on I am not done yet." John looked up surprised the woman hadn't run off yet and on top of that was talking back to his difficult flat mate.
"I missed something else?" Sherlock inquired frowning.
"Yup, I'm not divorced he died. I like blue because of the water not the sky. Don't hate on the states. I speak six languages I moved here because I was offered a job and I do like to travel so kudos on that one. I pay my own way not on a teacher's salary. It was you who deduced I am involved with the government. Consultant might I add so I'm not fully corrupt."
"Now if I may" she continued, "You are a detective. Private eye actually because you dislike the government. You are a genius but you miss some social clues I would say you are somewhere on the autism spectrum but you appear more like you don't care to notice not that you can't. You friend here- I'm sorry John was it?"
"Yes um hello John Watson next door neighbor along with Sherlock Holmes" he introduced motioning to the mop top clearly sulking now.
"Pleasure to meet you. Military?" She inquired.
"Yes how did you tell?"
"Your posture, speech, and neatness. I've been around military enough to know an Army man when I see one plus your medical bag over there tells me that you were a doctor. Thank you for your service."
"I uh."
"Consulting detective." Sherlock suddenly interjected.
"What?"
"I am not a private eye I am a consulting detective. I invented the job."
"That's fun."
"You have not hit me yet." He stated bluntly. The woman looked confused.
"Should I?"
"I would rather you do not. Most people would have by now."
"Or told you to piss off." John reminded him.
The woman just laughed.
"What for your observations? I don't get offended easily and honestly it's quite impressive. I can get a bit off most people but unlike you I don't always show off."
"You just did."
"You did first" she quipped sticking her tongue out childishly.
He stared at her and muttered a "well then" before retreating back into the flat.
John turned to the woman. "That was quite impressive he does take some getting used not many people can handle him like that."
"I work with children." she reminded him and he chuckled, "Anyways I just came to drop off some dinner for you my way of saying hello."
"Would you like to come in for some tea?"
"Oh I'd love too but I have a bit of preparing to do before tomorrow. Rain check?"
John smiled at the woman as she headed back to her flat. Watching her tall lean figure stride back to her flat long blond hair pulled up in a ponytail. "Wait, I don't think I caught your name."
She turned around surprised, "Oh I'm sorry I didn't mention it did I? Sorry about that. Noelle. Noelle Morgan."