Okay this is my first fic guys, id like some constructive criticism

As I hurled myself onto the platform at Euston station I really didn't know what was next. Job Promotion meant relocation and change. I hate change.

Pushing through people on a Monday morning with a case the size of a baby elephant while trying to navigate yourself to the nearest taxi rank was painful, something I wasn't used to. I'm a countryside sort of person, always have been but job prospects got the best of me. Scrawled on the back of my train ticket was the address my boss had given me. He said something about it being a reasonable price for Central London and being the naïve 25 year old I am accepted it without viewing. '221c Baker Street' I read to the cabbie.

The last time I visited London I was 17 years old, a college trip to the Tate Modern. This taxi ride was showing me parts of the city I had never seen, well parts of any city. As the cab slowed down I started to take in the surroundings "speedy's" I huffed under my breath. With a quick (and expensive) payment to the cabbie I stood looking up at the building. There was so much I had to learn about London, so much I had to see.

No door for 221c I thought to myself stood in the freezing English weather. Maybe my boss had stitched me up? He always did like to joke with the only woman in the office but I seemed to get on better with men. They didn't bitch.

Deciding id had enough of this weather and the baby elephant leaning up my right leg I decided to knock on the door of 221b. It was a tall black traditional door, kind of intimidating as doors go. Nothing like the man who greeted me from the other side however.

"Hello" he said warmly

"Hi.., ummm im looking for 221c Baker street?" I read from the train ticket I still had clutched in my free hand.

"Ahhhh" he grinned "you must me our new neighbour" He wasn't very tall, few inches smaller than myself.

"Yeah" I said softly, all this worrying about knocking on a door. I mentally kicked myself. Before either of us could introduce ourselves an older woman was pushing the blonde to the side embracing me in a friendly hug.

"You must me Danielle" she exclaimed "The flat is ready, I was just giving it the finishing touches" She smiled "Im your landlady dear, not your housekeeper" she said sarcastically giving a wink towards the blonde. "oooh do come in, its freezing out here"

I stepped through the door, heat hitting me square in the face. "I'm John" the blonde said gesturing his hand in front of him "Nice to meet you Danielle"

"Nice to meet you too John" I replied before looking at the stairs in front of me. I could hear violin. Good from what I could hear but I am no classical musician.

"That's my flatmate Sherlock, im sure you will meet him soon… somehow"

Somehow I thought to myself. So im living below two men? Nothing changes, just another day at the office. Or so I thought.

Hope you enjoyed it, I promise it will get more interesting