Okay guys, so I apologize to my readers who have already read this story, but after a lot of rereading and debating with myself, i decided to pull the series down and rewrite it. I am going to change some things and edit most things... think of it as what I took down was my first draft, and this is my second.

Anyhow, I already feel 2000 times better about this revamped version, and I will get things out a lot quicker as Its already written pretty much, so I really hope you guys enjoy!

John Watson was sitting in his living room reading the morning paper. He turned the page and gave silent thanks for the silence that was so rare around their flat. He really did enjoy living at 221B Baker Street with his ,now, infamous flat mate, but sitting in the flat with out random gunfire, violin, chemicals burning through their kitchen table, or yelling from a very bored Sherlock was nice not to experience every now and then. A little bit of quiet was good to have; especially when Sherlock was off to God knows where.

John took a bite of his toast when he heard someone coming up the stairs.

"Yoo-hoo!" Said Mrs. Hudson rapping her fingers on the door and greeted John with a warm smile. "Oh John dear. I'm glad you're up. Where's Sherlock?"

"Haven't got the slightest clue?" John replied

"Oh good." She said looking slightly relieved.

John frowned and looked at his lankly with surprise and concern. That certainly wasn't the answer he had been expecting.

"Why? is everything okay?" he asked her before shutting his paper angrily, "Did he steal your knitting for experiments again? I told him not to do that…"

"No!" Mrs. Hudson dismissed before looking at him completely puzzeled, "You know I have been wondering where my knitting had gotten off to… " she frowned before looking back at John sheepishly, "I know, it sounds terrible of me for being relieved that he's gone, isn't it dear?" she said looking sheepishly.

John raised his eyebrows at her. Mrs. Hudson always treated him and Sherlock like sons and had the utmost patience with Sherlock and the craziness that always ensued when he was around.

"I love that boy. Sherlock Holmes is a wonderful man, but I finally fixed up the basement and I have a potential renter coming and I don't want him scaring her off. I want to finally rent that place out after it took me so long to fix it up and all," she admitted as she plopped herself down in the kitchen chair beside John.

John cracked a smile at the landlady and grabbed the older woman's hand, squeezing it, "Mrs. Hudson, I don't blame you one bit."

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Kyleigha huffed to herself and pulled her pea coat tighter around her body as she trotted down the streets London. Her dark auburn hair blew wind as she made her way through the cold and windy afternoon silently wishing to herself that she just would have gotten a cab.

"And I could have had a job in San Diego," she muttered to herself bitterly, biting back her hatred of the cold as she turned the corner onto Baker Street.

She pulled out her phone and checked the address before knocking on the door at 221.

She nervously looked around. New City, new job, new life… this was what this was all about; a brand new start.

A kind looking lady answered the door with a warm smile. "Hello dear! You must be Miss Gibbs."

"Please call me Kylie," she greeted back with a smile, "I'm assuming you're Mrs. Hudson?"

"That's me dear. Well aren't you the prettiest thing!" the lady said looking Kylie up and down.

Oh God, I hope she doesn't have any sons she wants to set me up with Kylie thought to herself as she felt a her cheeks begin to warm as a blush took over her cheeks.

Even though she commonly received comments like this, Kylie considered herself plain looking. She looked like the exact combination of her parents, nothing extravagant. Yet she always seemed to have comments like this follow her everywhere, which usually ended up with sweet older women trying to set her up with their sons, and a LOT of unwanted attention.

Especially unwanted now…

"Oh thank you you're too kind." she replied politely putting a stray piece of hair behind her ear nervously.

"No really dear!" Mrs. Hudson paused as if a revelation hit her. "You're a model aren't you? Lord knows you're beautiful enough."

Kylie laughed, the thought striking her funny.

"Trust me, I am the farthest thing from a model." she said before she saw how Mrs. Hudson was about to retort or comment about her beauty once more. "Do you mind if I take a look at the flat?" she said trying to change the topic as quickly as she could.

Mrs. Hudson shut her mouth with a frown and a puzzled look, then slightly shook her head with small smile and said "Of course dear! How rude of me not to even invite you in yet!"

She stepped back to allow her inside the hallway. Kylie stepped in and looked around at the quaint and homey looking living space. There was a narrow hallway lined with blue patterned wallpaper and a set of rickety looking stairs. Usually, she would have looked at the place with interest and unease, but for some reason that she couldn't quite put her finger on, Kylie felt completely at home… almost like she had lived there her entire life.

"Its just right down here, dear," Mrs. Hudson said walking down the hallway a short ways and playing with the lock of 221C. She opened the door and Kylie walked in and looked around.

The walls had just been wallpapered and the flat was small, but delightfully comfortable. Kylie looked around for a few minuets while Mrs. Hudson went around saying things such as, "I know its not much dear" and "Oh look at the state of this, I'll have that fixed up soon."

"I know its small but its…"

"I'll take it Mrs. Hudson," Kylie said suddenly, facing her with a smile.

"Really?" Mrs. Hudson said as she looked at her, slightly taken aback.

"Of course! This flat is adorable and I'm a sucker for a fire place," Kylie stated with a smile.

Mrs. Hudson smiled and clapped her hand together happily, "Wonderful dear! It will be great having another woman around!" she exclaimed as she beckoned her out of 221C and into the land lady's own flat before she looked at her and added, "… and a beautiful one at that."

Kylie blushed once more as Mrs. Hudson beckoned her to sit at the kitchen table as she made tea and began gathering up the paperwork.

"It will be so great having another woman around," she said as Kylie began to flip through the paper work, "Right now it's just me and the boys."

"The boys?" Kylie asked as she signed the paper.

"Oh yes dear, two boys live in 221B." she said with a wave of her hand before a thought crossed her mind, "I should introduce you!" she stated excitedly as she got up once more, "Though I should warn you ones a bit …off."

"Off?"

"Yes, well Sherlock, he's a bit of an eccentric, you know… Johns lovely though. Come on dear let me introduce you." she said grabbing her and pulling her out the door and up the staircase.

"Oh Mrs. Hudson. I don't want to be a bother…"

"Oh nonsense dear! Yoo-hoo." she said rapping on the already open door. Kylie entered the flat and looked around with curiosity.

This was definitely a bachelor flat; messy yet somewhat kept together. There was a skull by the fireplace and two armchairs. A music stand in one corner and a cow skull mounted on the wall wearing headphones. Kylie smiled to herself; someone obviously had a sense of humor.

Upon hearing people enter his flat, and short blond man walked out of the kitchen to see who it was.

"Oh, hello." the man said as he looked at Mrs. Hudson with confusion and wondering when his land lady had taken up bringing strange, yet beautiful women into his flat.

"John, this is your new neighbor and my newest tenant." Mrs. Hudson said with excitement.

John looked at her for a moment before it all clicked.

"Oh, right! 221C!" he said as he walked forward, smiling at her before he extended his hand, "John Watson. Lovely to meet you."

"Kylie Gibbs," Kylie greeted as she took his hand, shaking it firmly, smiling at his return shake.

Shake of a solider…. firm and commanding.

"Lovely to meet you too," she continued.

"You're American?" John said upon hearing her accent. "You been in Britain long?"

"Only arrived yesterday, " she lied for some unknown reason, "I just got a job at…"

Kylie was cut off by someone bounding up the stairs and barging into the flat behind her. Upon seeing Mrs. Hudson eyes go wide and John stop and stare before rolling his eyes, she turned and saw something that made her heart stop.

A tall thin man with dark hair and stunning eyes was standing behind her. But that wasn't what made her heart stop. No, that was due to the fact that he was covered in blood and holding a harpoon as waltzed into the flat like it was normal occurrence, not even taking a moment to notice others in the flat.

"John I need a new case. PLEASE tell me we have a new case!" the man ranted manically as he took off his jacket and began tossing the harpoon side to side in boredom.

Kylie stood there in a slight shock at the man, a million thoughts forming in her mind. She only had a brief moment of consciousness before she realized that she wasn't going to be able to stop the words from flowing out of her mouth.

"I'm sorry is that human?"

The man looked at her, his light blue eyes piercing through her with his analytical stare that sent a shiver through her body.

The million thoughts that she had had turned into one…

Oh God, I just signed a lease with a serial killer.