Hi everyone! I simply love Sherlock Holmes stories and simply had to write my own one!

Hopefully you will enjoy reading this and maybe even leave a comment. ;)

Feel free to leave any kind of comment you would like me to read and I promise to give you an answer!! Have fun reading!

Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson don't belong to me! I only own characters with silly names like Luna Skyler and Mr Silkerson. ;)

Pairing:I am not sure about that one yet. Maybe Holmes/OC but tell me your wishes please!

About this story: I will probably write the whole story from Luna's point of view but I might insert a few chapters from Holmes' point of view as well. I also won't give you a summary, or else this won't be interesting anymore! Bear with me please! ;)

Prologue

Before I will tell you about my little adventure a year ago, I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Luna Skyler, I am 20 years old and your typical Victorian woman. Ok not that typical but you will have to wait to find out more about that later on.

A year ago I was working as a maid under Mr Silkerson, a relatively rich man, which is where my story begins:

It was another boring day in another boring week for me. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping their joyous songs, enjoying their time outside, while I on the other hand had to clean my employer's office, put his documents away and keep his, his wife's and his two sons' rooms clean, even though the older one of those two was currently living in Italy and only visited once in a while. Bernard's, the above mentioned son, and his father's relationship didn't seem to be too affectionate towards each other and the visits only ever ended in loud arguing and quarrels. Well, more about that later.

Mr Silkerson was absolutely against having more than three maids in his so called house, which in reality was more a mansion or a villa than anything else.

One of those three was Mandy, the cook and a close friend of mine, the other one was Karl, the German butler. He was a nice guy, but quiet and not very sociable.

I sighed and hurriedly tried to clean Mr Silkerson's desk by picking up his documents and cleaning the desk underneath them, then putting them back into place.

I really had no time to spare today because we would have to greet a guest of our master soon, Mr Blache, a mysterious guy, always dressed very formally and speaking with a pleasant and polite voice, but with cold and impenetrable eyes. He always arrived at the mansion once a week and only stayed for dinner and a few hours afterwards, speaking with Mr Silkerson alone in his office about one thing or another. None of us, the employees, really knew why Mr Blache visited our employer so regularly and what their topic of conversation might be all the time.

Suddenly I felt the documents slip out of my hands because my thoughts had drifted from my original task and with a silent curse I bent down to pick them up again. A letter with messy handwriting caught my eye and after a short look around the room I decided that it would be safe to take a peek.

No one knew that I was able to read anyway and not many maids were able to or even liked to read and because Mr Silkerson had never asked me about that particular subject, it would stay my small personal secret.

I narrowed my eyes and tried to make something out of the scribble on the crumbled letter.

Need more of it! Will arrive at night, be ready. He has been following me, take care!!

Unconsciously I cocked my head to the side, wondering about the meaning of those words and trying to decide, who the addresser of that letter might have been. It sounded kind of suspicious! Who was going to arrive and what did he need more of?? Who was following the addresser? Many questions were forming in my head and I was quite confused because of that silly piece of paper, even though it probably had no meaning and was simply a bad joke played on Mr Silkerson.

You know that they say curiosity killed the cat? Well I almost felt like that cat when said man suddenly came into the room and found me with his letter in my hands. He stopped and his brown eyes widened drastically while his skin turned a pale, unhealthy white. His right hand had formed a fist as he took a step further into the room. Even though his voice was calm and casual, I could still see the anger and panic in his eyes and wondered about what might have caused such a drastic reaction. Was that letter more than just a prank from the neighbours' children?

"What are you doing Mrs Skyler?"

I tried to hide my feelings of guilt and nervousness, forced myself to stay calm and answered him very politely: "Nothing sir, while I was cleaning your desk, I accidentally dropped a few of your documents. I sincerely apologize!"

While saying that I had discreetly dropped the letter into the pocket of my trousers and put the other documents back on the desk.

Mr Silkerson seemed to calm down and after one long last suspicious look, he ordered me to go and to prepare one of the guest rooms for Mr Blache. Thank god I was still alive!

Good thing that my employee didn't know about me being able to read and to write or he might have ordered me to leave and good thing that he had never been interested in my past life! Good indeed or else he would have found out quite a few interesting things…

AN: Don't worry our favourite character will probably appear soon