Disclaimer I do not own any of the characters except Kathrine.
It was rainy and dull as the cab arrived at 221B Baker St. in London. As I grabbed my large duffle and tipped the cabbie and as he drove away I was finally able to take it all in. I had made it to London just as I had always wished and I had arrived at my apartment. I jumped with happiness at the thought that I had an apartment. Distracted by my thoughts I had not realized that I was standing out in the rain, I quickly hurried to the door not knowing whether to knock or let myself in decided on the more curious option and waited for someone to answer my knock. After a beat the door was opened by a short broad shouldered man with sandy brown hair, dark blue eyes, and an annoyed expression. As he opened the door he said with an annoyed tone to match his expression 'We didn't order a prostitute but here's some money to help I hope this covers your troubles.' As he says this he hands over a tenner and closes the door, but I lodged my foot between the door and the wall looked up to the man and said with a clam yet annoyed tone 'I'm not a prostitute I'm the new lodger for the basement and if I was a prostitute do you really think a tenner would cover my "troubles", but I am keeping it,' as I say this I watch his expression go from annoyed to embarrassed in a millisecond seeing that he is speechless I open the door wide enough to slip through and close the door. 'Do you know where Mrs. Hudson is she's the one who's got my key?' 'U...um yeah she's up in the common room' he said leading me up the stairs. 'I'm sorry for thinking you were a prostitute I just assumed' 'its fine really it was a good assumption considering my clothing tight shirt tight jeans major heels it's understandable' 'um thank you' he said quite dumbfounded. Once we made it up the stairs he opened the door to reveal a crap load of people about three who looked to be police, one all dark haired man presumably the other flat mate, and one elder woman who I take is Mrs. Hudson. 'Mrs. Hudson this is the new girl renting the basement' the elder smiled and got up and walked over to me and said in a motherly voice that was oddly unnerving 'oh dear you bust be freezing your soaked' as she said the last word I noticed a man with brown hair and a rather large nose staring at my shirt that has since the rain been rendered see through. Just as I used my hands to cover myself the dark haired man spoke in a deep voice ' Anderson stop perving about the poor girl and sally keep an eye on him we no he isn't above cheating on his wife I'm sure he wouldn't mind cheating on his mistress' at this the woman shot me a glare and fired back ' I'm not concerned he doesn't like prostitutes' at this the blonde who I thought to be the head of the trio glared at the woman "sally" as witnessing the event I began to speak in a pissed off tone ' For one I am not a prostitute just a woman who looks better than you and you shouldn't result to name calling it isn't attractive on you but then again neither is that outfit, and by one look at your "coworker" I can tell that he would prefer to bed me but will stay with you for reasons obviously stated. Now Mrs. Hudson I would appreciate if I could have my key I have been on a plane for 12 hours and I would like to sleep. Oh and if anyone cares I'm Kathrine.' At this the room was quiet Sally and Anderson stood dumbfounded, the blonde detective hiding a smile, the other blonde I who I presume is ex-army due to his build was looking quite happy, Mrs. Hudson handing me the key looked satisfied, and the tall dark haired man stood observing me with a large grin on his face. As I took the key with a grin and turned to walk to the door I was interrupted by the prissy voice of Sally ' then answer me this Kathrine if he wants you so badly then why would he stay with me huh,' I turn with a groan ' because I unlike you would not be having a relationship with a man who is married because unlike you I am not a desperate woman like you who settles for a man whore like Anderson unlike you have class now goodnight all' and with that I left the silent room went down the stair to my new home threw my bag to the ground walked to the bed stripping as I went and plopped on to my bed not caring that I didn't have a pillow nor a sheet but, within my last moments of consciousness I could make out a female voice that I could assume was sally arguing loudly with Anderson. 'Love I would never leave you for her,' 'you'd better not she's a freak just like Sherlock' and with that I was out.