Title: Love? What's that?
Summary: Sherlock meets a Miss Morgan Horley...Detective Horley...she claims to be as good as him, has Sherlock met his match? Will he fall in love?
Chapter 1
It was a cold night in London, as Sherlock Holmes was running down the street.
"STOP THAT MAN!" He shouted as he chased after the dark figure wearing a black trench coat
"It's been nice as always, Holmes!" Smirked the man, to revel his face as Jim Moriarty as he disappeared into a dark alley way, escaping from Holmes' grasp once again
"Damn it!" He cursed as he sighed and walked down the street. As he was walking he suddenly bumped into a slightly younger girl than him, with strawberry blonde hair, baby blue eyes and an innocent face
"oh, I am so sorry sir!" The girl blushed
"Quite alright...miss?"
"Horley, but call me Morgan"
"Okay then Morgan, I'm Sherlock Holmes"
"So you're the person the forensics team have been warning me about, it's nice to meet your acquaintance Mr. Holmes"
"Call me Sherlock" he smiled, noticing the spilt coffee down her blouse "if you would allow me, miss Horley, let me accompany you to my apartment and you shall borrow a change of clothes"
"Why can't I just go back to my house?"
"Quite easy, your accent, it's...from Essex, a country girl, your clothes also, not the expensive brands we see here in London, also you're breathing, it's heavy, getting used to the pollution in London"
"Well, what they say is true then Mr. Holmes, you are extraordinary" he grinned
"Come, Miss Horley"
"Morgan, I told you before call me morgan."
"And I told you to call me Sherlock and here we are" she giggled, almost a tinkling bell to his ears, he wanted to hear more of it "You should laugh more often" she blushed and he smirked "CABBIE!" He shouted, hailing over a cab and opening the door for the lady
"Such a gentlemen" she teased as she got in. Sherlock got in after her and the cabbie drives off
"Where too?"
"221b Baker Street" replied Sherlock, morgan stared at him in amazement
"You're nothing like Anderson said"
"Anderson is a moron, he is incapable of describing intelligence like mine" she giggled
"I fully agree with that statement, can you believe he tried to sleep with me?!" Sherlock felt more hatred towards Anderson than before, just then the cab stopped
"221b Baker Street" he said as Sherlock and Morgan got out, Sherlock gave the cabbie a tenner (£10 note)
"Keep the change" he said as he walked away and knocked on the door, Mrs. Hudson opened the door
"Sherlock! Johns been worried sick!"
"Sorry Mrs. Hudson" he smiled "we have company tonight, she'll be using my room, I'll sleep on the couch"
"Sherlock! I don't have too, I can just catch a train back" Morgan counteracted
"Now now miss, we have plenty of room here"
"Thank you Mrs. Hudson" she smiles
"Now then, lets get you out those clothes" said Sherlock as he passed Mrs. Hudson and up the stairs and walked through the door
"Honestly Sherlock! You have to stop running off on your own!" Said John as he saw the shy girl behind her "oh...who are you?"
"This is Morgan Horley" replied Sherlock
"Detective Horley actually, if you want my real title"
"So, you're our new team mate" asked John
"If you wish, yes, I prefer to work alone though" Sherlock scoffed
"I hate to break it to you, miss Horley, but, I doubt your...incompetent mind could deal with that"
"incompetent?! I'll have you know, I'm just as good as you, only I decided to get paid!" He smirked and threw her a shirt
"It's mine, but it'll have to do" she glared and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her
"Congratulations Sherlock" John said, Sherlock raised an eyebrow
"On?"
"You like her"
"Like?! Of course I don't!" Sherlock looked at him as if he was absolutely absurd and John scoffed and Morgan walked out the bathroom, clothes in hand wearing only the button up shirt Sherlock gave her (apart from panties and bra) Sherlock gaped at her, staring at her long legs, John snickered
"So where will you be sleeping Detective?"
"Sherlock offered me his bed" She replied, half paying attention
"Really now?" John asked as he raised an eyebrow
"Yes, now, does anyone want a cuppa? I'll make us some"
"yes, I'll have a coffee, black, 2 sugars" Sherlock said
"I'm a guest not your housekeeper Sherlock, I get respect" she said glaring at him as John chuckled.
"None for me, Detective, I'm off to bed"
"Okay...and Mr Watson, call me Morgan"
NEW STORY! To be honest, I'm thinking of putting my others on for adoption, I don't really Have any motivation any more, I'll defiantly keep Jasoers Majorette and Brothers, Exes and explaining and my sonic ones, so don't worry, I'll tell you later on in this story
-Night the hedgehog97