Ashlyn Carlyle walked down the drenched side-walk of Baker Street with the handle of her favorite red and black checkered umbrella in her left hand, and her rather heavy duffle bag hanging off her right shoulder. While it was barely two o' clock in the afternoon, the rain-clouds above were very dark and didn't permit very much light to shine down, it gave Ashlyn a very ominous feeling, since where she was raised, there wasn't very much rainfall.
It had just finished pouring rain a few minutes ago, which is why there weren't many people walking the streets outside. Taxi cabs, however, were passing by quite frequently. Which lead Ashlyn to walked more closely to the buildings to refrain from getting a puddle bath.
Ashlyn was a few feet away from reaching her intended destination, the little hole-in-the-wall sandwich shop, when the door to her left was wretched open. The man who aggressively opened the door was in the middle of yelling a name, he apparently didn't see her as he ran right into the unsuspecting woman, knocking her flat on her side. Successfully managing to get her left side completely drench with dirty rainwater, with her duffle back landing right on her hip. Her umbrella didn't survive the harsh landing it was subjected to. As her hip suffered the blow thanks to her duffle bag she let out a little cry and the flash of pain.
The man, she noticed as she looked up in anger, completely ignored her. "Taxi! Taxi!" He had his hand raised trying to flag down a driver. His tone gave away his impatience as he continuously looked towards the road.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" She turned her head towards the soft, but undeniably masculine voice behind her. "Are you injured at all? Sherlock, you idiot!" The honey colored blonde man yelled as his friend then leaned down as his eyes scanned her, most likely a doctor, Ashlyn thought to herself.
Before Ashlyn could open her mouth multiple voices sounded at once. "John, my less intelligent man! Can't you see it? It's been staring at our faces this whole time!" The curly haired man, Sherlock as his friend called him earlier, threw his hands up as he finally flagged down a taxi.
"Oh my dear, why are you on the floor in this type of weather? Oh dear, Sherlock knocked you over in his haste out didn't he?" The elder lady's face looked down at Ashlyn in sadness.
The honey blonde man helped Ashlyn up, and spoke in rushed tones, "I'm so sorry, but Mrs. Hudson can help you clean up!" Then he took off to the taxi before his friend left him behind.
"Well, come on dear. Let's get you inside and all cleaned up. We wouldn't want you to get sick!" The dear old woman, Mrs. Hudson urged the soaking woman inside.
Nobody noticed the lone security camera follow their movements as they entered 221 Baker Street.
*Authors Note*
Hey everyone, this is my first story i'm ever publishing so try not to be too mean if there's any mistakes. I'm not working with any betas just yet, so just leave a comment if there happens to be any blunders. Hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoy writing it! =) Mycroft will be making his grand entrance in a few chapters so just sit tight till then!
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