Sherlock P.O.V.
A friend of the daughter of the niece of Mrs. Hudson. So she was introduced to me.
After that John finally left me, I did not want to share the flat. No one could replace his help and friendship. His partnership and knowledge. But he had a life. And after a while I was no longer part of that life. He had his wife and his daughter now. A family in which I had no longer applies. I also had to continue with my life. Even though that was currently without John.
So I was alone again. After so many years, alone again. It was the biggest intention to stay alone. Resolve all cases with my full attention. No distractions. And for a few months everything went perfectly according to plan. Until she entered my life.
Honestly, the woman was nothing compared to her. The woman was smart, manipulative, extravagant and so much more. But nothing compared to my new flatmate.
Elody Wood. Born in Cardiff, raised in Oxford. Speaks fluent German, Dutch, French, Italian and Spanish. Smart and taught in the same head. One of the differences between us is the fact that, despite our almost equal knowledge, she never brags. She is aware of her strength and yet ...
She is helpful, concerned, confident but also withdrew, offensive and hurt. Why she is hurt? I do not know. She is a puzzle. And I take the pieces just out of the box.
It was a month after John's departure. I had a couple of murders solved. Everything went well, but not like before. Mrs. Hudson became crazy from the junk that I had made. My fridge was full, so I used her fridge. That was logical. But she's ordinary. She became crazy about my mess and dead parts in her fridge.
"You need someone! Sherlock, You're impossible!" she cries of desperation.
"There is no one who can help me, I can handle it myself."
She shakes her head and leaves the flat. It did not take long for me to figure out that her favorite television series was stopped. Quite amusing to see.
Not many days later she came with a list of names. Three names I had to pick out. Mrs. Hudson had done her job well. Not fantastic. Largely were the people on the list even more stupid than Anderson.
But Elody was the best of the list. First, I did not trust my research. She was too smart and good for her age. I asked for information, but she knew even less about Elody. Just rumors and I had nothing with those. My only option was to meet her to see who she really is. Just as a control for my research.
The one week later she came to visit. I wondered if she wouldl fulfill my requirements. She probably wouldn't, no one could replace John. And though no one could meet my requirements. I wasn't not looking for a replacement, I reminded myself. I did this alone to satisfy Mrs. Hudson so I could get a month of rest.
She arrived on time. Right on time even. Ten o'clock and the bell rang, Mrs. Hudson opened the door. It surprised me that they took so long to come up the stairs. But the surprise would become even greater. When she entered the room she was followed by Mrs. Hudson.I was outside staring but turned to her when she entered the room. They both wore heavy suitcases. What surprised me.
"Hello Sherlock," Elody laughed. And that was the first sentence I would never forget. Something in me was awakened. Something I, I hate to tell you this, something I was afraid of because I had never felt it before. So I ignored the feeling and looked at her. Elody Wood in real life. Sometimes it's disappointing how bad pictures are. They never tell you enough of a person. This was certainly such a case. Elody was very different than I expected. Her appearance only who was already clear, strong and ... beautiful.
Wait... Did I say beautiful? No, I just referred unique.
In an impulse of confusion and irritation,because of the suitcases they were carrying, I nearly pulled Mrs. Hudson into kitchen.
"Mrs. Hudson, what's going on? Where are those suitcases for?" I was annoyed. She waved away my penetrating gaze and smiled. "Oh Sherlock," giggling she started to sort my kitchen, "I knew you would reject everyone who would introduce himself to you. I'm happy that you have chosen one person of the list. So I said that she could withdraw . And even then, she had nowhere to go. "
Think, think Sherlock! But it was no use. Elody was here and I could not be a fool. I collect my self-confidence and step inside the living room. Elody looks up and smiles shyly.
"Welcome Elody." I shook her hand and smiled back. The strange feeling suddenly came back and then I was sure. For once Mrs. Has Hudson had done something good. Elody was the perfect flatmate.