A Taste of Freedom

*This takes place after Reichenbach Fall. As if Season 3 never happened. I know people usually don't like OC's but I just had to write this. Give me all the feedbacks!*

"I Believe in Sherlock Holmes"

I've been living in London for 2 years now and all I've heard about is Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock this, Sherlock that. I want to get up on a podium in the middle of downtown and scream "He's dead!" This is probably silly because I've never met the guy but c'mon. This is insane.

"So what's your previous job history?" The man in front of me had peppered hair. He had a long face and man child-like features.

"I was a detective for the Nashville, TN police. That's a capitol city in the states of America." I pushed my long black hair behind my ear. I tried to hold my back as straight as I could.

"We need a full job history, Ms. Haverty" The man, DI Lestrade, looked at me strictly. His face was tired. He had been grieving. Most likely for that Sherlock Holmes fellow that everyone talks about.

"When I was 15 I worked for a food chain store in my hometown. I then helped the detectives with different cases that were hard to figure out, I guess an intern of sorts. I turned 18 and went through police training and they hired me almost immediately. I worked for them for 10 years and then moved here. I've been living here un-employed and just got my citizenship." I said with a bit of a stutter. I haven't been in a job interview in months and was a bit nervous. This was the job I needed.

"Very impressive. Very." He smiled at me and put my file on his desk. "For the first few weeks you will need to be a shadow. We've had a few different people quit on us in the last few years."

"Who will I be shadowing? I mean I should get to know who the guy is first." I stood up to match his level. He was a little bit taller than me (not saying much) and was skinny.

"You will be shadowing me, bright and early tomorrow. I will be contacting you in the morning." He smiled again at me and I smiled back. This was the best day ever. I had been searching around for an appropriate job for ages. I finally had an opportunity.

"Thank you DI Lestrade! I won't disappoint you!" I shook his hand firmly.

"Please just call me Lestrade."

"Call me Val"

My full name is Valarie Samantha Angelica Haverty. A mouthful I know. I was raised up in a small town in Tennessee and moved to London to get the hell away from everyone there. It's not like I had no friends back there it's just, I had nothing to keep me there. My whole life I really haven't had anything to keep me somewhere. Hopefully, one day that will change. For now, I will be a slow rolling stone.

I slept the night in a rusty old hotel room. I still haven't found enough money to help me get a real flat to live in. I've considered flat shares but I didn't have any friends.

The morning hit me with a bang. I rolled out of my hotel bed, literally, and grabbed my phone. The screen was lit up and it was ringing.

"Hello, Is this Val?"

"Yes?"

"It's Lestrade, can you come in now?" My body went cold. I checked the time, 10:00, I had slept in.

"Yes give me a couple minutes for me to get dressed and such. I'll be at the station in 30." Without waiting for his response I hung up and got up. I ran to the bathroom and showered lightning quick. I got out and straightened my hair. I pulled it up into a ponytail and took a deep breath. I was ready to start the day.

"Hello." I met him in the parking lot of the station. "So what are we up to today?" I asked trying to keep my child like grin in check.

"Just a simple murder that's all." He took a second to look me over. "You look freezing. Do you have a coat?"

I looked down. I didn't have that much money to my name. I use it all on the rent. My other possetions came from the Americas. I didn't really think ahead to the winter months.

"I don't. But I'm okay, I've gotten used to the cold." I diverted the subject. " So this murder?" I looked at him carefully. He was handsome alright. Nice skin tone. He was clean shaven and had an air of importance about him. He was of course the head detective investigator of the London police. I looked at his abdomen and I could tell he was well built. Not nessicerily sexy but well built. I then checked his left hand. No ring = no marriage.

"Yes. A young woman. Her name was Abigail Earnest. She was Irish and came down to see her British boyfriend's family." He shifted to where he could look me in the eye properly. "She was found dead in a dumpster yesterday night. Her boyfriend has an alibi of at his parent's house watching a show with his father. We are stumped."

"I think I-" I was cut off by a shadow of a person behind me. I spun around to grab the person. I absolutely hated when people came up behind me. I guess it was a trauma response but it's normal to me.

"Nice warm welcome back." The man pushed me off of him. I went back to hit him in his weak spot(his nose just like any other doushe in the world) but he grabbed my fist. "Fiesty new detective."

"Sherlock." Lestrade sounded just like a lost puppy would sound like if they could talk. The two hugged all friendly like and I stood there, dumbfounded. Sherlock Holmes was still alive. How? I don't know, but he was alive and well. I quickly searched him over. He had a slight tan just barely noticeable. He was probably hiding out in a jungle somewhere. He looked like he had just barely been shaven and cleaned up so her came back by choice.

"Sherlock, this is Valarie Haverty." Lestrade turned to me. Sherlock looked me over.

"Medium height about 5'4 wearing heels adds about an inch to that. The way you hold your head has a touch of intelligence, you were a detective." He stopped and he had a confused look on his face. "I can't get anything else."

"Maybe you're just not smart."

"Very funny."

I didn't like Sherlock. I really didn't like him. Although, how he faked a fall to the death I would be amazed to know. I think I might have found a reason to stay.

*Tell me what you think! I will try to update this every week. Thanks guys! Goodbye fellow Sherlockians.*