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Kate thanked the cabbie as he helped her pull the last bag out of the trunk of the cab which sat idling along the curb. she reached into her small purse and pulled out a few quid, handing it to the man who smiled and thanked her before getting back in and pulling away.

She fished around her jacket pocket for a moment, pulling out a small folded piece of paper. Kate glanced at the words scrawled on the paper.

221B Baker street- St Marylebone,London

She looked back up at the door and sighed. Pulling on her backpack, she gathered the other bags in her arms as she climbed the short steps to the door. She paused for a moment as she set the bags down on the stoop, quickly straightening her jacket and tucking a few loose strands of hair behind her ear before knocking on the door just below the gold number plate.

She waited anxiously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Finally the door swung open.

"Oh Katherine I had hoped it was you!" Mrs. Hudson beamed at her when she saw the young woman on the stoop.

Kate gave her a smile before hugging her, feeling more relaxed seeing a familiar face.

"Come in come in" Mrs. Hudson said opening the door wider

"I just have to grab these last two boxes" Kate said hopping down the step grabbing the boxes from the curb.

Mrs. Hudson had already begun to move her bags into the foyer when she walked back up

"Oh please dont.. I can get them" she said waving her off, bringing the last two bags into the house

"Well then let me have a look at you" The older woman said putting her hands on Kate's shoulders "You've grown so much. I couldn't believe it when I saw you at the funeral... You were just a little pip of a thing the last time I saw you before then, all pigtails and freckles you were. And now look at you such a lovely young woman..." She smiled at her for a moment before continuing "Well then why don't I show you upstairs and then we'll get your things up?"

Kate nodded "I really appreciate you letting me stay here for such a low rent. When I start making a bit more I can pay the full... "

"Oh nonsense. When I heard you were moving back to london I could hardly believe it! And besides its not like the boys use the spare room at all" she said waving a hand in the air

They stopped at the landing. knocked on the large wooden door before opening it and popping her head in "Sherlock? John?" she called before opening the door fully and stepping inside motioning for Kate to follow.

The door opened into a large sitting room with a couch and a few chairs sitting by the fire. Papers and odd bits and ends were strewn about the table and on the book shelves around the room.

As they entered a man popped up from one of the chairs by the fire. Kate looked at him for a moment. He had a small round face with sandy blond hair and small grey eyes. He smiled at the pair when he saw them.

"Ah , how are you?" he asked pleasantly, his eyes shifting to Kate

"John this is your new flatmate- Katherine Harrington. And Kate this is John Watson"

He smiled at her and shook her hand "Its lovely to meet you Katherine. Mrs. Hudson said you would be arriving soon."

She smiled back "Kate is fine. Its nice to meet you as well Mr. Watson... err I suppose its Doctor though isn't it? Mrs. Hudson said you were a doctor"

"Army doctor yes... and John is fine"

"Oh, Well thank you for your service then John" Kate said kindly

John smiled again and gave her a lazy salute.

"So how do you know Mrs .Hudson ?" John asked

"Oh well I..." she was cut off by a loud bang as a door slammed shut.

"John I need one where have you hidden them?" a deep voice shouted from further back in the flat.

A tall dark haired man came into the room and instantly began rooting around the bookshelf, taking no notice of the people in the room.

John rolled his eyes and cleared his throat loudly, catching the man's attention.

The man spun around to look at John, his eyebrows raising slightly as he caught sight of Kate.

"Sherlock, this is our new flat mate- Katherine"

Kate watched him as he came to stand next to John. He was a tall, thin man with pale skin and a very angular face.

"Hello" she said holding out her hand "Katherine Harrington "

The man took her hand and shook it "Sherlock Holmes"

"Its great to finally meet the both of you" she said smiling at the pair "Mrs. Hudson has told me a lot about you"

"Only good things I hope" John laughed "It will be nice to get to know you as well. Perhaps we should all go out for dinner after you get settled in tonight?" he added, looking at Sherlock to aggree

"I don't think that will be necessary. Your originally from Britain but moved to America at a young age, you have trouble in school probably because of the ADD, you have no living family and moved to london for school, where you're studying medicine and you do some form of dance. Thats quite the gist of it all isn't it?" He asked her

Kate stood there for a moment in surprise "How do you know all that about me?"

"Your accent its american but underneath of it you still have traces of an english accent which means you lived in Britain long enough to develop a permanent accent so I'd say till about the age of 6? Then theres your hand"

"My hand?"

"Yes your hand. pen marks where you've written yourself reminders, so you have trouble with remembering things sort term- a trademark of ADD then theres the fact that you have been fidgeting this whole time while we've been talking, could be nervous but you're doing it subtly which means you're used to concealing you fidgeting, so its constant. you keep loonging around the room unintentionally, distracted by things around you.. So ADD. which means you probably have trouble learning so trouble with school. Now then you moved to a completely new country and took all your belongings with you so obviously there is no relatives keeping you in the states and you're living in london on your own so no family here. The text books in that box suggest medicine as your area of concentration. The muscles in your legs are wel defines which suggsts you are engaged in a sport primarily focused on lower body strength.. but your build is larger than that of Ballet dancers so Id say some type of alternative dance... How did I do?"

Kate grinned "Thats fantastic! I was adopted out of the foster care system her in Britain at 7 by an older american couple. My adopted father was the last to pass away a few months ago I left school when he got sick to help take care of him. They left me some money to continue my education so I decided to move back to England after they passed. I'm studying part time at the university for now to be a physicians assistant. I was diagnosed with ADD when I was 10. right on all accounts Mr. Holmes... but one."

His eyebrows raised slightly

"I am a figure skater, not a dancer."

"Figure skater.. Ugh I should have known!" Sherlock said irritably

"So how do you know Mrs. Hutson then?"

"Oh I've known Katherine here since she was a child. The couple that adopted her were good friends of mine back in florida."

Sherlock had lost interest in the conversation, flopping down on the chair as he pulled out the news paper.

"Why dont we get you moved in then?" John offered