Authors note: Hey readers :) I'm still really new to all of this, I haven't written much and I'm not sure whether this will work as a story so I would really appreciate some feedback as to whether I should carry on. Basically would you like me to continue?
It had been several years since everything in my life had changed. One day had destroyed everything. My family gone. My life gone and just like that I disappeared. I spent four years travelling across the globe looking for some kind of solace and relief but I found none. I learnt new languages became an expert at reading body language and become well trained in several methods of self defence and weaponry but I found no real peace. That changed when I came home. I arrived back in London and found a basement flat to rent fairly cheaply as it had a bit of damp but seeing as I had lived in much worse conditions I didn't mind and the land lady seemed lovely and the only other flat in the building was occupied by a guy called Sherlock Holmes who was not one for social interaction himself which was good for me as it meant no all night parties.
Everything changed when I met him, as soon as I saw him I was in love with him. It sounds so stupid doesn't it. I had spent years running away from the pain that love had caused and as soon as I come home I find it quite literally on my doorstep. However I had trained myself to be able to lock everything away and I did. Though my heart simultaneously ached for him and felt whole for the first time in years I locked everything away and refused to feel anything.
"Hello," I said the first time I saw him and watched as he tried to analyse me, giving me the same appraising look that I give every new person I meet.
"How many years?" he asks eventually looking confused and I almost want to laugh as I realise that he can't read me.
"Don't worry it will just be because you haven't slept in, what is it now… two days I would say," I reply quietly and his eyebrows shoot up.
"Who are you?" he asks suspiciously and I sigh suddenly unable to help it.
"I am no one, but you don't need to worry I am not a threat to anyone unless they try to attack me," I say and he stares at me again for a long time in silence.
"You haven't eaten in at least twenty four hours, come on I'll buy you breakfast," he says eventually and after a further minute of silence I nod slightly and we exit the building. "I'm Sherlock by the way," he says a while later as we stroll down the road.
"Jensen," I reply quietly, "why are people staring?" I ask then moving closer to him unconsciously to try and get away from the attention.
"I'm Sherlock Holmes he says by way of explanation," but when I stare blankly at him he suddenly stops and turns to me, "the worlds only consulting detective," I shrug at him as if to say, what is that? and he smirks a little, "the police consult me when they can't solve a crime which is nearly always," he explains.
"Oh, so you're famous then?" I ask by way of asking about the staring.
"In a way, I faked my own death three years ago and then reappeared last year, it was pretty big news,"
"Oh," I say again.
"You confuse me… I… I can't read you," he says a while later when we are sitting in a quiet cafe drinking coffee and I am picking at a sticky bun of some description.
"I became an expert at hiding myself, in every way," I say in almost a whisper,
"How did you know I hadn't slept?"
"I also became an expert at reading others," I say and he looks curious,
"That woman," he says suddenly indicating a woman on the other side of the cafe and I stare at her for a second before looking back at him.
"Polish originally, although she has lived here for at least twenty years, divorced two… no three times, lives alone with a small dog, probably a jack russell," I say and he quirks an eyebrow at me.
"Impressive, although you missed the fact that she has recently embarked on a new affair which looks set to become husband number four and that she has a gambling problem," he smirks and I smile back slightly.
"Well I never claimed to be perfect," I say quietly,
"What's your job? What do you do?" he asks and I look up from my bun then.
"I'm… I was a doctor," I say quietly and he smiles even more brightly, "what?" I ask.
"I think I have the perfect solution for you," he says standing abruptly.
"What makes you think I need a solution to anything?" I ask raising an eyebrow at him before draining my cup and standing too.
"You are jobless and alone in the world," he says and I fight a wince as he says it, "my best friend has just had a baby with his wife and is no longer as readily available to help me with cases and I have been called to the morgue this morning to check out a body,"
"And you want me to be your assistant?" I say skeptically.
"Normally I would say yes but I think you are too clever for that, how about partner?" he smiles and I feel myself wanting to smile for the first time.
"Okay," I say eventually and he claps his hands before spinning towards the road and hailing a cab.
"Brilliant. Oh and while we're on the topic of solutions that basement flat is terrible I have an upstairs room available that would be much more suitable, I'll inform Mrs Hudson later that you'll be moving up there," he says and I stare at him in shock before conceding as I read quickly that he will not change his mind.
"Sherlock over here this is the third one in three weeks can you… oh who's this?"
"Lestrade, Jensen, Jensen, this is Inspector Lestrade," Sherlock says before swooping over the body,
"Nice to meet you," he says looking a little shell shocked which makes me want to laugh as I look him over.