I woke up to the sound of rain pattering outside my hotel window. Just another day in London. I throw the big, white comforter off of my sweaty body and throw on another pair of clothes. Some jeans and an old shirt that has a blood stain from a 5-year-old nose bleed. I decide that I have to buy a flat today! I can't stand living in this hotel anymore. I scurry down the stairs onto the street and hail a cab.

"Baker Street."

I had heard there was a flat available there. 221C I believe. The cab stops and I toss some money at the cabbie. I see a big black door that says 221B, but no 221A or 221C. So I knock on that one. I hear a voice yell, "JOHN! Get the door!" And another, gentler voice yell back, "Why can't you? Oh right the famous Sherlock Holmes has never had too!" Now I say gentler in tone, not in words. The door opens to reveal a short man, who was clearly in the army, with sandy blond hair and a cute jumper.

"Afghanistan or Iraq?" I blurt out, before I can think not too. The man, John, stands there looking stunned, usually an expression I get.

"Um, you know what, just forget that. My name is Anastasia, but you can call me Ana." He opens his mouth to speak, but I interrupt him.

"Yes, Doctor John Watson. Pleasure to meet you." We shake hands. "I am inquiring about 221C, is Mrs. . . Umm Mrs. . . Oh yes. Mrs. Hudson is she in?"

John just stands there, clearly still quite stunned.

"Uh, no she's not. She went out for a bit. Come in, there is someone in would like you to meet." I shrug and follow him up the stairs.

A tall man with dark curly hair and bright eyes looks me over.

"Oh good someone new, can I use your phone?"

John looks at me and slowly shakes his head.

"Come on John. One text to a murderer and I'm banned from phones."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Oh look at that she's raising an eyebrow. John, you need to get cleverer girlfriends"

"I'm not his girlfriend and for your information I'm clever enough."

"Oh please." And Sherlock goes back to flipping through a book.

"John, JOHN!" Sherlock yells.

"I've got it! The murder was-" I cut him off.

"Yes the sous chef. Who else could have gotten the knife and had the motives to kill the owner?" Sherlock stares at me, perfectly still. "But obviously it would have been difficult for him to get into the kitchen at three in the morning so he clearly was shagging the owner that way he got into the kitchen then her house. Very boring." Sherlock stares at me.

"John, I don't like her. Make her leave." John starts to step between us, but I push him away.

"Of course you don't," I take a step closer, "Because you feel as though your intelligence is being threatened, which is clearly why you surround yourself, with average minds. No offense, John." John shrugs.

"Which is also why you part yourself from your brother, because he has the intelligent to match yours, yet he was always praised as a child, while you were pushed away. Possibly because you disobeyed authority, while he accepted it, perhaps because he always wanted to be a figure of authority. And you wanted my phone, I believe, to text him. And you always enjoy using different phones to confuse him, but he will always know that it's you even if you don't sign it. Clever enough, am I?"

I am standing so close to him, that I can feel his breath on my forehead. John is standing to the side, clearly impressed, but also worried.

"Who are you?"

"Anastasia Turner."

"Well, Ms. Turner, Mrs. Hudson will be gone for quite sometime, so I suggest coming back this evening. Pleasure to meet you." He has a phony smile on his face.

"You too. John it was lovely to meet you and have fun on your date tonight." He smiles.

"I'll walk you down."

"Thank you."

We start down the staircase and he starts to talk, but again I cut him off.

"You don't need to apologize, John. I understand. And honestly I should because I am him."

"Okay, no you are not. You are way kinder."

"Thank you and here is my mobile number if you'd like to call or text me in case of something. I'll be back tonight to talk to Mrs. Hudson." I give him my phone number and hail a cab.

"Goodbye, John."

"Goodbye, Ana."

Thank you for reading! This is my very first fanfic, so sorry about any errors or anything!I would really appreciate it if you would review! Thanks again!

- CaughtInTheStorm