Hello! I have not done this in a while. My writing will probably be a little suck-ish and chapters might be a little short. Sorry!

This is my first fanfic on Sherlock. I haven't read many other fanfics either so if there is another one like this out, oh well. I am American and I am not too educated in British terms and cultures so if I get something wrong, by all means, please tell me so I can fix it. (:

I am hoping to cover all seasons and episodes in this story and eventually there will be romance but it will be slow paced. I would like to build up their friendship and relationship overtime, not love at first sight.

Chapter updates will be slow at times because I am still in school and I work. You'll just have to bear with me.

Story Details:

Title: The Mysterious Woman

Rating: What's the show rated? T-M, mostly in the T though; M for all the killing? If you can watch the show, then you can read the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sherlock characters. I only own Ana.

Spoilers: The entire show. Seriously. If you didn't watch the show at all, then you are going to be spoiled.

Pairings: Sherlock/OC, John/Mary

Side note: Her name is pronounced like 'on-ah' not just Anna

If you have any questions about the story, you can email me at xoxannabelleoxo at aol dot com


"In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."

Martin Luther King, Jr.

October 1st

Mrs. Hudson stood outside of Sherlock's door. Standing off to the side was a young lady. This young lady had hair like gold that hung just above her waist. She was not an overly thin gal, but more of a well-proportioned one. Behind her glasses, two mossy green orbs looked around the hallway.

"Do I have to meet your tenant Nana? I'm only staying for a little while. It's not like I'm going to be seeing him much." Putting her luggage down at her feet, the young lady stepped next to Mrs. Hudson. She was not considered a small person; in fact, she was taller than Mrs. Hudson, but only if she stood at her full height. This lady was known for slouching due to the injury in her left leg.

"Dear, he is not that bad! And besides, you'll be living underneath him for a little bit, you should at least be civil with him." Mrs. Hudson raised her knuckles and knocked lightly on the door. After moments of no response, she placed her hand on the door knob, and pushed it open. Noises could be heard coming from the kitchen.

"Sherlock?"

"Mrs. Hudson, I am in the middle of an experiment," a deep voice sounded from around the corner. Stepping into the room, the women could see a man standing over test tubes in his kitchen. He towered over both women and was rather thin for his height. In his hand was a human limb; cut from the elbow down to the finger tips.

"Oh look, you've brought a guest. I really am in the middle of something far too important for greetings. Now if you would both just leave me to my work…" Sherlock turned his back on his guests, continuing his experiment.

"Oh, Sherlock! This will only be a moment; I just wanted you to meet my granddaughter. She'll be living in the flat below me for a few weeks, and I would like you two to know one another." The young lady stepped out from behind Mrs. Hudson, giving a small wave.

"Hello, I'm Ana. Nice to meet you." Ana reached towards Sherlock's hand, but glanced at the human limb. Deciding it best not to, she let her arm fall back to her side.

Sherlock looked Ana up and down, learning everything he can from her appearance. "Car accident or fight?"

"Pardon me?"

"Were you in a car accident or were you in a fight?"

"Car accident… I'm sorry. But how did you know that?" Ana tilted her head to the side, squinting her eyes up at Sherlock.

"It's quite obvious, really. The way you're standing; more weight on the right than the left. Looks like maybe it was recently broken. Plus the light scars that cross your hands and jaw line. Your leg looks almost healed but it still hurts you to lean on it for too long."

Ana stared at the tenant; trying to understand how he could tell all that by the way she stood. The scars were hardly noticeable; very faint and pale, blending into her fair skin tone.

"Incredible…" She let her gaze fall off Sherlock and onto the table of various items. "And you? What are you experimenting with?"

"Many things; burning, tearing, chopping, boiling-"

"Sherlock dear, I think we get the picture," Mrs. Hudson turned away from the table and thoughts of what he was doing. Ana let a small laugh escape her lips, touching her grandmother's arm gently.

"It was a pleasure meeting you Sherlock. I must get to my unpacking now."

"Pleasure…" Sherlock watched the women walk out his door. After the door was closed, he continued on with his experimenting.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it Ana?" Mrs. Hudson proceeded walk down the stairs, pausing to let Ana catch up.

Picking up her bag, Ana followed her down to her new flat. "You didn't tell me he was intelligent."

January 28

"…these incidents are now being treated as linked. The investigation is ongoing but the detective inspector Lestrade will now take questions…" The television screen clicked off, leaving the room in silence.

Ana placed the remote on the table. Feeling the need for a cup a tea, she makes her way into her kitchen. Pulling a cup down from her cabinet, a soft clink was made when the cup was set onto the counter top. Another clink was heard after a second cup was pulled down. Setting a kettle on the stove to boil, she placed the tea bags at the bottom of each cup, along with a spoonful of sugar.

Once the water was done boiling, she poured the hot liquid into each cup. Placing the cups on a serving tray, she began her journey upstairs, being careful not to spill any of the hot beverages on herself. When she finally made it to the door, she extended her foot, lightly kicking the door.

The door swings open to show Sherlock standing in black trousers and a dark blue shirt, brown locks curling in every direction. "Can I help you?"

"Hello, Sherlock. I made you some tea. Mind if I come in?" Ana held out the tray towards him, offering him a cup. Looking at the tea with a strange look, he reaches down and takes it from her.

"Thank you." He steps out of the way, allowing Ana to walk in and set the tray on his table. She smiles and sits down on his couch, crossing her legs at her ankles.

Sherlock takes a sip from his drink then lowers it back onto the tray. "Why exactly are you here? I'm sure it's not just for tea."

"I was bored. I thought I would pay you some company."

"…they were all found in places they had no reason to be…"

"Those suicides are tragic enough; I wish they would stop talking about it." picking up her cup of tea, a sigh escapes her lips.

"They aren't suicides," Sherlock states while quickly pulling his phone out, typing away. A few moments later, everyone on the tele looks down at their phones.

"Did you just send a mass text to them?"

"Maybe. Does it matter?"

"Well no, but… you think they aren't suicides?"

"Oh I know they aren't." his long fingers typing away on his phone, sending out another text message. Ana could hear the sound of beeping coming from the tele.

Letting out a chuckle, Ana glances up at Sherlock, "You're driving them mad."

Snapping his phone shut, he pockets the device and turns the television off. His long strides carry him over to the door in no time. Grabbing a coat and scarf off the back of the door, Sherlock quickly puts them on.

"Coming?" He asks, not bothering to turn around as he starts to descend the stairs.

Blinking a few times, Ana looks after his retreating figure. Suddenly jumping from her spot on the sofa, she jogs to catch up to him. .

"Where are we even going?"

"To the morgue to work on the bodies."

Ana hooks her fingers into Sherlock's sleeve, making him turn and face her. "But why?"

"To investigate the bodies. Clearly you and Molly are missing an important detail on them."

Sherlock holds up his hand and signals a cab to pull over. He opens the door and slides in, Ana following suit. Telling the cabbie the location, Ana looks over at Sherlock.

"Why do you think they are murders?"

Rolling his eyes, Sherlock just watches the city pass by out the window. The cab ride was in silence for the majority of the drive. Every now and then the cabbie would try to make chit chat but Sherlock shot him down every time.

The cab pulled up to the hospital in a short amount of time; Sherlock pushed out of the cab before it even stopped. Ana dug around in her pocket and pulled out the correct amount of money to pay the man. Muttering a thank you and farewell, she climbed out of the car and made her way to the morgue. When she reached it, she saw Molly standing by herself outside the lab.

"Hello Molly, how are you?" Ana provided the girl with a smile.

"Oh hello, Ana. Didn't expect to see you here today. I'm good, thanks for asking."

"Why are you out here and not in there?"

"Sherlock is experimenting on the body; he wanted the space to himself. He used to work here; the dead man, not Sherlock. He was quiet nice." Molly peeked through the glass window on the door.

"What's he experimenting with?"

"He's using a riding crop to see if the body will bruise."

Ana raised her eyebrows, looking through the glass, "Brutal, don't you think?"

"Yes, but Sherlock likes to try new things."

Molly pushed the door open, shoes clicking on the floor as she entered the room. Ana followed closely behind, casting a glance at the corpse. Looking at the red lines marking the man's corpse, Sherlock proved his experiment positive.

"I need to know what kinds of bruises form on this man in the next twenty minutes; a man's alibi counts on it. Text me," Sherlock scribbled a few notes down on a piece of paper.

Flashing a nervous look over to Ana, Molly's cheeks were starting to become flushed, "I was wondering…maybe later, when you're finished-"

He took a quick look at Molly, then proceeded to take another look. "Are you wearing lipstick? You weren't wearing lipstick before"

"Uh…I-I just refreshed it a bit."

"Sorry, you were saying?"

"I was wondering if you would like to get some coffee."

"Black; two sugars please. I'll be upstairs." Sherlock quickly left the room, leaving an embarrassed Molly, and a stunned Ana, behind.

"Do you fancy Mr. Homes?"

"What?! No! I just wanted to see if he wanted coffee, that's all!" Ana nudged the other girl with her elbow, giving her a grin.

"Let's go get the Prince his coffee."

O.o.O

Ana and Molly stepped into the lab, seeing two other men in there already.

"Afghanistan. Sorry, how did you-"

"Ah! Molly, thank you. What happened to the lipstick?" Molly and Sherlock continued with their conversation while Ana walked over to the man with a cane. His storm grey eyes followed her moves as she stepped closer to him. He tilted his head down at her, regarding her as she stuck her hand out.

"Hello. I'm Ana Hudson."

Offering a polite smile, he captured her hand in his, "John Watson. Pleasure to meet you."


Okay, that's my first chapter! Actually this is the second time I wrote this chapter. (:

I plan on making each episode about three to five chapters each. I am going to write the second chapter now and hopefully have it published by tonight!

Anyway, thanks for reading!