I sat down in front of my mirror, preparing for another mundane day at work. I glanced over my features. I could be seen as attractive by society's standards, but I was never noticed. My eyes were a brilliant blue. But I knew they only stood out against the darkness of my hair. My hair looked like black velvet. It was very curly, and reached a little farther than my shoulders. My chest was rather average, and I wasn't skinny, but I was by no means "chunky." I was also short, reaching only 160 centimeters. My skin was rather pale, evidence of working in an office all day, but also quite a few freckles to reveal the time I liked to spend in the sun.

My name is Sasha Key. I'm a Detective Inspector for the Scotland Yard. I work in the cold case division, because I'm good at it. I am able to solve most of the cases I'm handed, because I don't like to fret around with social activities that distract everyone else. Without distractions, I can see what they can't. I remain unnoticed, however. And that was the way I like it. Being unnoticed had its perks, as I could do practically anything, within the limits of my badge, of course. Even the great Sherlock Holmes has failed to actually notice me yet. Even though he frequents my office because of his boredom. Usually, he'd just come in loudly, he'd pace the floor, muttering about something, snatched the folders she always left aside for him and leave without glancing in her direction.

I left my apartment, on my way to the office. I sighed, as I remembered my lease was up, and I still had 3 days to find a new place before I was officially homeless. I still hadn't found a place to my liking with my salary.

Sherlock Holmes was waiting for me when I reached my office. I wondered what he could want; I knew it wasn't any of the cold case files, as I'd given him a key to my office so that he would stop picking the lock. He didn't seem to acknowledge me as I unlocked my office, and entered, he did follow me in, however.

"Mr. Holmes," I decided to speak, "To what do I owe the pleasure? Certainly not my files, since you have access to them at all times."

A ghost of a smile appeared on his face. I giggled inwardly, he was trying to be "normal." He always looked uncomfortable when he tried to be polite.

"I came by to inquire that I might have your assistance."

I almost laughed out loud. "What of your friend, Dr. Watson?" I could see a glimpse of frustration and sadness come across his features, but extremely briefly.

"He is angry with me, and left to stay with a friend for a few days. I need assistance. I have read the notes you have left for me amongst the files I have snatched from your desk, and come to the conclusion you are more than capable of not being boring. For your assistance, I could help with your predicament."

"To which predicament do you refer?" I asked him, smirking. I had always found Sherlock Holmes rather amusing, compared to everyone else. I already knew what he meant, but he liked to show off.

"Why, you need a new flat to live in, Ms. Key," an honest smirk crossed his face then. "You have done a minimal amount to fix your hair, and makeup, as you usually do, meaning you've most likely packed most of your possessions already. You have bits of cardboard on your jeans, most likely from scraping against the flap of the open box you have yet to finish filling. I know you haven't found a place yet because you still have papers of advertising flats for rent laying on your desk, most of which you've written quite a few derogatory comments about, meaning you haven't like any of them. I have, Mrs. Key, knowledge of a flat that would suit you most well for your price range. In exchange for your assistance."

I smiled warmly at him. I was already going to agree, without any incentive. I put the coat back on that I had just taken off, "Please, lead the way, Mr. Holmes."

HE was excited then, like a small child that had just been told he could finally ride the "big kid" rides at the amusement park.

"Excellent!" he proclaimed. With a swish of he coat, he was swiftly out the office door and on his way to his next great adventure, with me in tow.