Kat Wilson came to London six months ago with a secret. She's searching for someone, and she's using that secret to help find him. That was six months ago. In that time, she got a job she didn't need, made some friends, and found the perfect boyfriend (or so she thought). When she finds her boyfriend cheating on her, she turns to her best friend to help her find a new flat. Luckily, our favorite landlady has one available, and it just happens to be upstairs from our favorite Consulting Detective. Can she find the person she's looking for? Can she be happy? And how will Sherlock react to her secret? Set during Season 1, but Sherlock and John have already been flat mates for a month. Also, I am basing Sherlock's age (26) on the ACD canon, which says that he was born in either 1854 or 1861 (which is the year I'm choosing) and the year in which Sherlock Holmes first appeared in The Strand Magazine, 1887.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock. If I did, he wouldn't have a Purple Shirt of Sexy. He wouldn't have any shirts ;D
Sherlock (that totally awesome show on the Telly) is owned by the BBC, Steven Moffat (whose writing both intrigues and terrifies me at the same time), and Mark Gatiss (who plays a very realistic Mycroft). Sherlock Holmes is a character that was born from the brilliant mind of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

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Cheater, Cheater

"That'll be twenty pound seventeen, thanks," the cabbie states as I open the rear door. I grab my bag and come around to the cabbie's window to pay. I take a good look at the cabbie, making mental notes from what I see: Picture on the dash says estranged from his wife but loves his kids. Clothes are freshly laundered, but have been out of style for three years. Keeping up appearances but not trying too hard. I concentrate a little harder, trying to truly see. It's something I don't normally do, but he has me curious. And now I know why: He's dying from an aneurism. I hand him thirty pounds.

"Keep the extra," I insist warmly when he moves to get change. Stunned, the cabbie thanks me, and drives off. I turn around and take in my surroundings.

New Scotland Yard: My place of employment, and my home away from home.

As I walk up the steps, a gray-haired detective comes walking out.

"Kat! What're you doing here? I thought it was your day off," he shouts. I look up to see my boss, Greg Lestrade.

"Yeah, it kind of is. I'm here to see Sean. I'm surprising him. Even brought lunch," I laugh, gesturing to the bag in my hand, before adding "You see him lately?"

"Nah, I haven't seen him. But I'm pretty sure he's just in the office somewhere. We haven't had any cases today," he responds.

"Well, that's something to be thankful for."

"Yeah, it is. I'll see you at work tomorrow?" Lestrade asks.

"Yep!" I reply, popping the "p". Lestrade laughs.

"Alright, then. Enjoy your lunch!" He grins, waving as he walks away. I mock-salute back, and he laughs again.

I walk into the building and wave at Sargent Donovan, who's speaking with the officer at the reception counter. She waves me over.

"Headed to see Sean?" she asks, tilting her head to the side. I lift up my bag of food and nod.

"Yeah, how'd you guess?"

"You'll find him in forensics, in the empty offices in the back," she deadpans. Her eyes soften and she sighs. "Good luck," she adds sadly, before walking away. I look at the officer with whom she was speaking.

"What does that mean?" I ask. She just shrugs. I head toward the stairs.

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I walk through the forensics department, saying hi to the people I know, and glaring at Anderson. He bothers me. Don't know why. Donovan bothers me the same way, but I hide it. She's nice enough.

I head to the back office where Donovan said Sean would be. I'm a bit confused as to why my boyfriend of three months would be in an empty office. A slight dread starts to fill me, but I shrug it off. I get to the door and raise my hand to knock, but something stops me. Instead of knocking, I turn the handle. Even being psy-intuitive, I am not prepared for what's waiting in that office.

Sean has his shirt unbuttoned and his pants and trousers around his ankles, leaning over a new girl who isn't wearing clothes at all. Before they can even react to the door being open, I drop the bag of food and bolt towards the stairs. I run down the stairs and out the door before I stop. I pull my phone out of my pocket and fire off a quick text.

Molls, are you at work? I need your help. –KW

I stand there bouncing on my feet, waiting for a response. A few seconds pass when my phone beeps at me.

Yeah. Working in the Lab right now. You okay? -MH

A slight wave of relief washes over me. Molly always knows how to make me feel better, and that's just what I need.

Yeah. On my way. –KW

I step over to the curb and hail a taxi. "Where to, miss?"

"St. Bart's Hospital, please"