Hello, everyone! This is my first fanfiction (not the first I've written, but the first that I have published), so please excuse any editorial mistakes, because I'm not quite sure how this will look.

This chapter is probably going to be a bit dull, and Sherlock won't actually be in it yet, but it will get better.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock, or London, or Queenstown... Or Ferraris. I also don't own those.

And while we're at it, I don't own England or New Zealand.

Anything else that you see, I probably don't own.

But I do own Guinevere (Guin) Colman, Riley Winchester, Gary Winchester, Cody Winchester... And a few other characters that are mentioned/will be in this story. I own a lot of people. And that sounds really despotic.

"Come on, Guin! Let's get a move on it already!"

I sighed as I pulled my duffle bag over my shoulder.

"One second, Ri. Could you wait one blooming second?"

"Sorry, grump."

I rolled my eyes at my best friends' most kind forms of communication. Our fathers had decided that it would be a fantastic idea to take Riley and I on a "Super-duper Daddy-daughter Trip" to London this summer. It was quite the trip from our home in Queenstown, but to a couple of fourteen year-old girls, this was the trip of a lifetime, even if you were embarrassed by the endearing name in which your fathers had bestowed upon it.

My mum wanted so dearly to join us on the trip, but our fathers said that this was strictly a "daddy-daughter" thing, and that it would be best for her and Riley's mum to stay behind with Riley's sixteen year old brother anyway. Cody was a most annoying boy, and had a knack for scaring Riley and I, so we were quite glad to enjoy two weeks away from him. He needed someone to keep his wild brain intact, and it sure as heck wasn't going to be us.

"Well, pops, let's do this thing." I said, while cracking a smile as I closed my bedroom door.

Riley smiled and made a comment to me about how it was "about time I stopped trying to fit my entire bedroom into a duffle bag".

In my defense, this was a two week trip, and the duffle bag was the only means for packing that I owned. Pathetic, I know.

I loaded it into the trunk of our SUV, and took a seat in the back next to Riley. My mum hopped in the driver's seat, while Riley's mum plopped into the middle row next to Riley's dad, and off we went.

Our parents were all chatting happily, while Cody sat next to me and Riley with his headphones on, turned up all the way. We could clearly hear "Love You Like a Love Song" by Selena Gomez playing, and Riley and I shared a disgusted glance at his poor song choice.

After thirty minutes of listening to the sorry excuses for music blaring from Cody's headphones, we arrived at the airport, where Riley and I gladly piled out of the car.

Our goodbyes went smoothly, and our mums didn't shed too many tears, though Riley's mum had faint mascara lines running down her right cheek. I blew my mum a kiss before heading to board the plane.

"Guin! Guinny!" Riley whisper-yelled, pulling me from my light sleep.

"What?" I asked groggily.

"That man over there," she started, motioning to a strange looking man with her eyes, "He keeps staring at us funny. It's really beginning to irk me."

"What do you want me to do? Climb over the three people sitting next to us, cross the plane, and say, 'excuse me sir, but you're creeping my friend out. Could you do me a favour and stop staring?' Is that what you want me to do? Because I don't think it's going to make much of a difference.."

"You could try?"

"This is ridiculous, Ri. Not going to happen."

And with that I pulled out my iPhone and began fiddling hopelessly with a photo effect app.

"Girls, what kind of car should we rent?" I heard Riley's dad, Gary, ask.

"I don't think our opinion is going to matter," Riley deadpanned, "because if we had a choice, it would be a Ferrari."

Gary quietly whispered a "be respectful" to Riley, before clicking on some type of fun looking convertible rental.

"Hey," I said, turning to Riley, who was now impatiently tapping her foot against the ceramic tile that was the airport's floor, "It's no Ferrari, but it is a convertible!"

Riley then huffed an annoyed sigh, and rolled her eyes at me. Oh, the perks of being Riley Winchester's best friend.

I honestly think she has some kind of chronic-mood-swing disorder.

"I'm hungry." Riley said, whilst waving her arm out of the side of the car.

I quickly grabbed her arm and pulled it back into the car.

"Why'd you do that?!"

"You shouldn't have your arm dangling out the window of a moving vehicle!"

"And why not?"

"Anything could happen.."

I averted my gaze to the beautiful city around us, but not before hearing a muffled "superstitious..." from Riley.

I smiled to myself. I'm in London. I can cross that one off my list of places to visit.

"Who wants sandwiches?" I heard my dad ask.

"Ri does!" I said, cheerily.

Riley shot me a playful glare as we stopped by a cut little corner café.

As we stepped outside, another car pulled up a few spaces away, and I noticed; inside was the same man who had been staring at Riley and I earlier. While it raised suspicion for me, I figured he was probably on vacation or something as well, and I opted not to tell the overly-anxious Riley.

A/N: So, that's all for now. Sorry if the chapter was a bit boring... I promise excitement will pick up, but right now I'm just starting it slow. And in case you are wondering; Yes, this IS a Sherlock fanfiction, he is just yet to come into the picture.

God bless you all! :)