This is my first attempt at a fan-fiction for the BBC series 'Sherlock'. I'm gonna put it out there right now that everyone is probably OOC. I am also going to admit that they were speaking in accents in my head as I was writing this, so if the dialogue seems stiff, that would be why! Er...yeah...

I have no beta-reader, so if there are any glaring mistakes, please let me know. I am open to criticism as long as it is constructive.

I have just recently watched the first three episodes through Netflix and they are brilliant! I'm very sad that I can't watch the next three until they come out on Netflix. : (

Oh, and this might have two more parts...gotta show them interacting with the puppy!

Edit- 01/17/12: A reviewer pointed out that I was using their last names to each other, when in the show they refer to each other by their first names. It's one of the modern twists the genius writers of 'Sherlock' put in their show. It's funny because in the last chapter I made sure I was doing that, but I completely spaced it out here on the first. If you guys see any more glaring errors, please point them out! Like I said, no Beta, and I'm open to constructive criticism! Thanks Rose!

"Oh good," Mrs. Hudson's voice rang through the quiet room as Sherlock and I looked up at her when she peeked her head in. "You two are home. I have a request, if you don't mind."

"Oh, what is it?" I stood and set my book down on the side table and Sherlock merely raised his eyebrow. It was a rare, quiet evening, and my flat-mate was preoccupied momentarily with the Sudoku he had found in the evening paper.

"I...well...er..." Mrs. Hudson started fidgeting.

"Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock started as he set the newspaper in his lap. "You may as well bring the carrier from behind your back; it's much too large of an item for you to conceal it there."

She looked wide-eyed at the dark-haired man for a brief moment, then sighed and hunched her shoulders, as if defeated. I glanced irritably at Sherlock, then turned my attention back to Mrs. Hudson. I opened my mouth to say something, but should have known better to start.

"You have an English Foxhound in there," Sherlock continued, his elbows now rested on the arms of the chair and his fingertips together. It was a gesture I was growing familiar with, and one he used when contemplating deeply on something. "It is a pup. Maybe scared, maybe subdued from some sedative. It is slightly dehydrated, possibly from the trip from the countryside, possibly from the sedative. The dehydration does not however come from mistreatment. That pup was loved very much where ever it came from." He smirked then went on reading his paper again.

I turned back to Mrs. Hudson, gesturing for her to set the carrier down.

"I'm not sure how you do that Sherlock, but it is still amazing." She stated as she set the carrier down.

"Yes well," My flatmate started as he flicked his paper and folded it. He proceeded to tap his head. "This is what pays the bills, Mrs. Hudson. What was the request you needed fulfilled?"

I had almost forgotten that she had made a request.

"If it's not too much trouble, I would ask that little Phoenix stay here for a couple days while my sister vacations." She sniffed. I suspected she was slightly uncomfortable in asking and I gave her a warm smile as I bent to peer into the carrier. The warmest and saddest pair of brown eyes met mine through the thin bars of the carrier door.

"Yes, we'll keep him." I said as I stood.

"No, shan't." Sherlock said at the same time I did.

I turned and made an irritated noise in his direction. He was leaning forward in his chair, his elbows now on his knees and his fingers touching his lips. He only moved his gray eyes to meet mine.

"We can't have a dog here, John." He stated matter-of-factually. "We are never home, and when we are, we are too preoccupied with our own matters that the creature would be neglected. No, we cannot have a dog."

I pursed my lips. On the one hand, Sherlock was right. He was always right.

On the other hand...

"Gentleman, please!" Mrs. Hudson's voice echoed throughout the room. I raised my eyebrows at her. "I'm only asking for a week at the most."

"Why can't you watch him, Mrs. Hudson?" I asked.

She smiled and played with the hem on her sleeve.

"She is going on vacation." Sherlock finally stood and approached us, then bent and I assumed he was just going to look into the carrier. I turned my attention to our landlady.

"Mrs. Hudson, are you really going on vacation?"

A small flush carried up through her features.

"Ah, well, I need one. I haven't been on vacation in so long."

"Were you not going to tell us?"

"Well I-"

"She is vacationing with the gentleman that has been around here doing odd jobs for a month. You guys are going to South France if I'm not mistaken."

Mrs. Hudson and I turned to look at Sherlock. I had to put my hand over my mouth as to not laugh out loud. He had the Foxhound pup, Phoenix, in his arms and it was licking his face. I wasn't going to question what had transpired in his brain to make him do a complete 360 for this pup. That would require instruments that haven't been invented yet and a team of psychiatrists that I couldn't afford.

"Ah, er, yes, Sherlock," I could see Mrs. Hudson was having a hard time holding her giggles as she looked every where but at Holmes. "How did you know the South of France?"

"The French perfume you are wearing and the pastries that you have been baking." Sherlock's face remained stoic as Phoenix suddenly yawned and rested his head on the man's shoulder. He cleared his throat and shuffled his feet. "Yes, well, John, I believe we will need some puppy kibble for our new flatmate."

I merely smirked and scratched my head as Mrs. Hudson showered us with gratitude. She mentioned that she had some puppy kibble in her room as she grabbed the carrier and started to walk out of our flat, when Sherlock, with Phoenix sleeping in his lap, called from his chair:

"Mrs. Hudson, we are out of milk. Do you have any milk?"