Here we go. My first attempt at making Sherlock fanfic. I hope you enjoy this. I'll post the first few chapters and then start just posting as they come so HAVE FAITH IN ME! ;-; Terrified of what you'll think of my OC. Ahh! Leave reviews, they really help! ~ With love, Fangirl

"You sir, are an idiot." My face wore an amused smirk. The man stared at me in complete disbelief.

"How dare you speak to-"

"To such a man in that way? Yes, I dared and I won. You're an idiot because you thought yourself better than me but to tell you the truth you're no more than scum. I'm surprised you can run your illegal prostitution ring, sell your daughter's friend AND cheat on your wife with a young, 17? No, 16 year old prostitute, and still be trusted as a political leader." Grabbing his suitcase, he stormed away from the cab he almost got into before I called him over. "Have a wonderful day, thanks for the cab!" I waved him off.

I'd been in the UK for 30 minutes and I'd already pissed off a politician. Lovely. "Where to, ma'am?" A man with dark slicked back hair and large glasses turned to me from the front seat. Obviously a single father from the lack of wedding ring but a picture of two young boys. Worry lines and serious anxiety show he lost his wife and went into a depression. Three cats and a minimum wage job left him constantly upset over bills.

"221 B Baker Street, please." I blinked bringing myself out of my mind. I can't screw this up, I can't be a alone. Not this time.

After giving the cab driver a large tip, I knocked lightly on the door. Quickly, a curly haired woman with a bright big smile swung it open.

"You're early, dear! Come in, come in!" She ushered me through the door and into the hallway. I pulled her into a hug and smiled.

"Miss Hudson! It's so nice to see you!" I don't have many friends anymore, so seeing an old one left me quite happy. "How've you been?"

"Quite happy lately. The boys aren't home at the moment, I'll show you around." After climbing the stairs my eyes met the most organized clutter I'd ever seen. "You're things arrived this morning, so I had the men bring your boxes up to your room."

I frowned, "This clutter is the work of two men. Close pals, "besties" at most. A controlled psycho, just recently trying to quit smoking and a military man, doctor I presume, injured in battle. One of the two is rude, yet very smart. A detective? The other, sweet, caring, short. Many girlfriends, never at once though. He's a loyal man to the end. Psycho plays violin and has bubba issues. Am I correct?" I turned to the giggling Miss Hudson.

"You'll fit right in around here, sweetheart."