Quick Authors Note.

Hey guys! This is my first ever time writing on so I hope I do it some justice! This is going to be a Sherlock x OC and I'm really sorry if it turns out bad, I struggle from Dyslexia so it may turn out crap haha!.

Anyway, on with the book!

"Jesus Sherlock you need to be more caring!"

John hissed slamming the door behind him after sherlock strode into the flat with his head held high, sitting in his leather black chair once again.

"That was caring, I told Molly the guy she's dating was blatantly gay and to call the engagement off"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow looking at John in confusion as John continues his almost death glare

"What? not good?"

"NO Sherlock, No that wasn't!"

John threw himself down on his chair rubbing at his temples with his fingers, trying to calm himself down but to no avai.

"Why the bloody hell not?!"

Sherlock scoffed back at him as he stood up, picking up his violin and tucking it under his chin. ready to play if John gets too boring for Sherlocks liking

"Have you never socialised with other people!"

John spat looking straight up at Sherlock.

"You can't blurt out that you think someone's FIANCÉ is gay!"

Sherlock rolled his eyes turning around on his heels, looking down towards John

"Of course he was gay John. not even a woman keeps her eyebrows that tamed"

A snicker escapes John's mouth, making Sherlock tilt his head in confusion. John stood up holding his walking stick

"You can't just brand him as GAY because of how 'tamed' his eyebrows are! You need more bloody proof than that!"

Sherlock gave his famous half smile as he turned àround, taking a piece of paper out of his pocket and shoving it into John's chest before turning on his heels once more and walking to the window

John opens the piece of paper before sighing. chucking it behind him. written on it was the number of Molly's fiancé with a 'x' at the end of it. Sherlock can't help the smirk making its way onto his face when he heard the paper hit the floor before the flat door swings open

"Honestly you two! I'm suprised the poor girl downstairs hasn't come up here complaining about how loud you are"

Mrs Hudson walks in with a tray of tea and biscuits, carefully placing it on the table before passing Sherlock a cup, John brushes his hand through his hair nervously.

"I'm sorry Mrs Hudso-wait Sherlock never mentioned anything about a girl downstairs"

Mrs Hudson wrapped her cardigan around herself before shaking her head as she looks at Sherlock with an almost scowl

"That's because I like her, she's quiet and I'd rather you not try to get in her pants and scare her o-"

Mrs Hudson hit Sherlocks arm gently before looking at John

"Ignore him John, he hasn't even met the girl. She's very sweet, even pops around for a visit sometimes..unlike some people"

she gestured towards sherlock as he tried to suppress the smirk making it's across his face.

"You know I'm too busy on my cases Mrs Hudson"

She rolled her eyes looking over at Sherlock before handing over a cup of tea to John.

"Thank you Mrs Hudson"

"Remember, I'm your land lady. Not your housekeeper."

the comment made John and Sherlock smile as Mrs Hudson left their flat, scuttling back downstairs.

"I'm going to go pay the girl downstairs a visit. Come along"

John exclaimed as he grabbed his coat throwing it walking towards the door before turning to see if sherlock was following him

"Why?" Sherlock stared up at him with his famous ice blue eyes as his head tilts to one side, a few curls falling over his forehead.

"Because there's no more cases today, and you need to prove you are 'caring' so come along"

John goes to walk off before seeing sherlock staying put

"Unless...you're admitting I proved the Sherlock Holmes wron-"

before the words even managed to leave Dr Watson's mouth, Sherlock was already halfway down the stairs towards 221C Baker Street. He adjusted his collar quickly before lifting his fist, knocking at the door before standing back next to John waiting patiently.

the doctor stood still but Sherlock kept on rocking back and forth on his heels, boredom quickly getting the better of him

"Oh screw this"

Sherlock steps back before throwing himself at the door is it opens making him topple over the person on the other side. he looks down ready to shout at who ever was behind the door before his words get stuck in his throat, two bright honey coloured eyes stare back into his icy blue gaze. their noses grazing against each other's their lips near millimetres apart.

they seem to be stuck in that trance for what felt like hours but only near minutes before John coughed loudly making the couple breakaway quickly.

the doctor stuck his hand out towards the woman after Sherlock helped her up onto her feet.

"Hello there, the names-"

"DR John Watson, ex Army doctor with some type of traumatic damage. What else would explain the need for a walking stick when there clearly is no leg injury"

Sherlock took a quick intake of breath as his lips parted studying the woman before him. her eyes mirroring his movement both trying to deduct one another.

"Oh God...not another one"

John placed his hand against his forehead almost in exhaustion as the unidentified woman turned around walking more into her flat, the jungle of brown hair bouncing each time she stepped.

"The names Zelda Anderson and honestly Sherlock if you're going to stare like that I suggest taking a picture"

A/N

Aaah, my first ever fanfic! I hope its okay so far guys. It would help if you left a review on how I could improve ?