Title- Beginnings.

Set two weeks after -The Great Game-

Romance- Sherlock/OC

I'm not sure why I let my brother talk me into it. Granted, he seemed to come up with the most insane ideas as far as my career goes, his imagination was almost endless. Being a criminal profiler, also known as a criminologist, was both exciting and taxing at the same time. Getting into a killers head or trying to hunt one down made my life exciting but also incredibility stressful.

I remember my mother telling me if I didn't end up here (which surprised her) she thought the height of my accomplishments in life would be the fact that in high school I worked at a Lucky Mart and stopped someone from shoplifting. Thanks mom.

What my brother had finally talked me into was getting into an airplane at 3am in hot LA and landing in London sometime later. There was a program in place where certain areas of law enforcement could do something of an exchange of sorts. It had something to do with goodwill and training, to see how other areas in the world do investigations. I only glanced at the paperwork James, my brother, had me sign. I was going to be living in London for a set amount of time, I think it might have said a year, and someone from there would move here. I know my brother has a few contacts in London so trying to get me in over there was somewhat of a breeze for him. I guess there are a few perks when you work for the F.B.I.

For most of the 10h flight I was sleeping or reading, It was roughly 6:00pm when we landed, London time that is. My body may want lunch but dinner it would be having. I landed in London Heathrow Airport right on time. After groggily getting my things together and waiting in the checkpoints I found myself sitting alone waiting for my ride. The small sandwich and coffee I had filled my system with a small amount of energy that I knew wouldn't last long.

With those few moments I walked into the restroom to freshen up. My jeans were new, just purchased for this adventure away from home. They were black and went nicely with my gray, knitted sweater I picked up. The sweater hung from my thin 5'4 frame making it look bigger than the medium it was. Looking at my reflection only made me frown slightly. My light blond hair was tossed about my head like a windstorm had its way with me, my dark blue eyes looked slightly worn and tired, slight darkness around them made me feel more sleepy than I really was. I took a moment to wash my face and freshen up with some makeup. I put a thin layer of light red lipstick on my full lips, no blush was needed, my face seemed to always have a healthy glow. I picked up my things and went back to waiting. The shock of things wasn't as bad as I had anticipated. I think I would form some kind of shock if they didn't speak English, or better yet didn't have chocolate.

I only ended up waiting maybe 15 minutes tops before I saw a cab pull up, someone jump out and then hurry over to me. He had longer hair, dark and slightly greasy, beak-like nose with eyes too small for his face. When he introduced himself his voice came off whiny and childish.

"Are you Jennifer Bell?" he asked, slightly out of breath.

I nodded, standing while raising my hand.

"My name is Anderson, I've been asked by DI Lestrade, to come fetch you."

He shakes my hand rather weakly then drops it right away.

"I would have been here sooner," he says as he reaches down, picking up one of my bags, "but we had a case and I wasn't able to get away on time."

I nodded quickly, "Of course, I understand how work can be." By this time he had gathered two of my bags leaving me the third and my personal bag, he was now turned from me and walking to the parked cab. He twisted his head back while loading the cab.

"I hope you don't mind me having you dropped off at your loft, it's been a busy night and I need to get back." I could tell how he spoke he was really was rushed. He seemed bothered having to even speak to me.

"No problem Anderson." I said.

While I got inside the cab that was waiting Anderson hailed another. He was gone for a moment before leaning over to talk with me.

"I'm sending you to your flat. Get rested and someone will get a hold of you tomorrow morning around 8am." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a brand new cell phone and handed it to me. "take this, it's all set up for you by the yard. This card has the Mobile number on it. Have a good day." With that he backed away from me and leaned to the driver. "She needs to go to 221B Baker Street." He handed some money to the driver and off he went into the night. The driver started up and we were off.

I dozed off between the drive from the airport and my new apartment, wait I mean loft. We arrived and the driver had helped with my bags. Walking to the door I knocked. It was only a few moments later I heard a shuffle behind the door before it popped open. There before me stood a wonderfully pleasant looking woman. Her eyes only hit me for a heartbeat before her hands shot up in what seemed like joy.

"Oh hello you!" her voice was filly with excitement. "I'm Mrs. Hudson dear, let me help with those bags."

In a flash we had my bags inside. She shot ahead of me down the small, narrow hall to a door at the very end.

"This place will be for you dear, some things came in just this morning for you. I've already put them inside."

We managed to fit my items into the small flat. There was a fireplace and some shelves for books. Other than that it was empty. Small windows lined the far wall, very small kitchen and what looked like a door leading to a bedroom and a bathroom. Turning to her I smiled.

"I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself, I'm Jenny Bell." I held out my hand to her and she warmly took it.

"I know who you are dear! I've spoken to your brother!" Her voice was so warm and kind.

Boxes took up most of the room by the fireplace, told me they were sent here by my brother. Must be some items from home.

"Are there other people living here as well? I noticed on the door it says my address is 221A, are the other flats filled?"

She turns to me, soft smile of her face. "Yes dear, two others at the moment. Mr. Sherlock and Mr. Watson. Tho, they had a bit of an accident a few weeks ago so there not going to be out and about much for a little longer." She patted my shoulder and walked past me to the door.

"I will get you a cup of tea, let yourself get settled in dear. I must warn you, he has been rather upset this week so don't let the violin music bother you too much." with a smile she was out the door.

I sat down on one of the boxes and gazed around the room.

"The violin music?" I asked myself out loud.

Chapter one/Intro done!

Hope it was well, I've never done a fanfic before, only my own writings. Any and all comments are welcome. Hope my English was okay!