AN:Um, so yeah this is my first fic so please be nice. This takes place post-Reichenbach, but after The Hounds of Baskerville.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sherlock or character from the show, I do own Caledonia, Tim, Tari, Chamomile, and Jamie. Character my be slightly OOC and some spelling mistakes, but at least I tried. Also I don't live in England so stuff might be off.

I pulled up to 221 Baker Street. Not as close to the building as I'd like to be, but oh-well. You could see the crowd gathering around the building from far away. I looked like most of them there. Most wore a long black coat and a happy face. Others had deer stalkers on or held a violin. I was there for a job interview, but the others were there to see Sherlock Holmes.

I start deduced the people as I drew closer. A woman, fan girl, ballerina, talking to a friend hoping to be deduced by ,as she said, 'The Great Sherlock Holmes' I thought looking at one of the many. I wasn't in hearing range, but I could read lips, among other things. I could see two of Moriarty's agents, seventeen fans, mostly women, along with several member of the police force, some there for the interview, others there for crowd control. I could tell from the lumps in the agent's pockets they all had guns. Not a fair fight I thought.

I walked over to one, bumped into him and grabbed his gun; of course he thought I was just another member of the throng that had bumped into him. I made my way over to the other careful to make sure no one noticed. Past a group of fan girls, an officer, and finally to the agent. He was holding his gun tightly in his pocket; I wasn't going to be able to grab his, so I made my way to the end of the line and waited.

After a while John came outside and asked the first person in line to follow him inside. Several over excited fan girl screamed happily when they saw him and tried to get closer.

Over the next half hour a stream of crying fan girls and guys flowed out of the building. One of the agents was thrown out the window and landed on a police car. I giggled slightly and got several strange looks. The other was pulled out of line and was put in a police car. He didn't have a gun license and punched an officer.

Finally I was called inside, I was the last. I smiled at John and he faked a smile back. As we climbed the stars he mutters something about Sherlock wanting an assistant and then turning away everyone. I followed John in and sat on the couch he motioned to and he sat in a chair opposite me and picked up a clipboard. A tall man with very nice hair over at the window said "Name." in a bored, baritone voice.

John said "At least come and sit down."

Sherlock sighed and came over to sit. Again he said "Name?"

I replied"Caledonia "I paused, wondering whether to give him my last name and at that fact my real one.

"Do you have a last name?" Sherlock said sarcastically

"Moriarty" I say watching their reactions.

John dropped his pen and clip board and Sherlock raised an eye brow questioningly. I handed John his clip board and pen and smiled at them.

"You obviously know my brother, and no I'm not with him and his group." I say.

"And why should we trust you?" Sherlock says

"Because you would know if I was lying." I say.

"And how do you know?"

"Because I can do what you can do."

"Prove it."

I sighed" You're upset. John has hidden all your cigarettes. Added to that fact all your annoying fans pestering you and one of Moriarty's agents."

Sherlock interrupts "How did you know he was Moriarty's?"

"Why do you keep asking questions you know the answer to? I know they were his because of how they dress and I've met them before. You've also spilled your tea once today, there's a slight stain on your sleeve and your chair, no wait you dropped your tea there's still pieces on the rug. You obviously play the violin and solve cases, but I already knew that. What can you tell about me? "

"You and Jim aren't the only siblings there are or were more. You're an archer have been for a long time. You obviously hate your brother, because you don't call him that. You originally came from Ireland but lived in America and came here a few years ago. You're on the computer a lot or at least play many video games. And you're not just here for the job."

I smiled "Good job! Your rights there were six of us, Tim and Chamomile dead because of Jim, Tari in a mental facility after Tim's death, and Jamie working with Jim. I am a pro archer and knife thrower. I am also a coder and hacker and no I'm not just here for the job. I've come to help you track down my brother. "

"And why do you want to help me?"

"Because I need help and every other person I go to ends up dead, and Jimmy isn't done messing with you."

John gets up and motions for Sherlock to follow. John says "Er, We'll be right back.",to me.

"Take your time."

I could hear John and Sherlock bickering like magpies in the kitchen.

John starts with "How can we trust her!"

Sherlock replies "I trust her, she's not lying if that's what you're worrying about."

"She wants your help and every one whose every helped her has ended up dead!"

"I don't see why you're so upset by this, I'll be fine."

"Well I don't trust her!"

"I can hear both of you and you sound like an old couple." I say

"WE ARE NOT TOGETHER!" John shouts.

"I know, no need to yell."

"I think we should hire her" Sherlock says to John.

They walk back out and sit down.

John sighs " Um, for this job you will be required to help out on cases, work on the website, possibly clean or cook ,and mind Sherlock . You can live here, as there is an open room, but your share of the rent will come out of your pay. You'll be played 57.60 pounds a day, not including your amount for the rent. Except for Sunday, that's your day off-"

"I don't really need the money. I've had some online…. businesses."

"You mean hacking." Sherlock confirms.

"Err, so..." He glanced at the calendar" Today you can settle in and tomorrow you can start, if that is okay?'

"Sure. And thanks for offering me a room here. Jim burned down my flat. Again." And on that note I left to get my boxes.

"You never said the assistant would be staying with us." I said to John as I got up to retrieve my violin.

"No, but why shouldn't we?"

"I thought you didn't trust her."

"Well you trust her enough so what's the problem?"

"Nothing"

And at that John made a quit humph and left to go make tea.

AN: So whad ya think? Oh jeez they're all silent, they hate it! Please review or at least read it. Wait if your here you've probably already read it. Oh-well.