Author's Note: So I'm in love with Sherlock, obviously, and haven't decided if it will be an OC but for now, it won't be. She'll just be a friend to them, I want to write it correctly, and to do that I can't officially make it an OC/FANFIC. I hope you enjoy and tell me how it all is. This is my first Sherlock story so please don't be too cruel. Enjoy.

Summary: She moved to London to get away from whatever she was running from, only to come across Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson. Finding herself involved in all their cases right from the start, people don't see her as very smart, although she just happens to be one of the clever ones.

The Study in Pink

The hotel room door opened, the blonde headed woman stepped out, pushing her bag more over her shoulder, as she began walking. She pressed buttons on her phone as she walked, typing quickly. Paying no attention to where she was walking, bumping shoulders with someone. She looked up, only catching the eye of the man walking past her. She stopped and stared him out as he continued to walk, as he pulled his collar up, his black hair blowing in the wind. She raised her eyebrow and then shook her head, deciding to turn and keep walking again.

As she crossed the road and walked down the pathway, she bumped into yet someone else, although this time the man fell back, his walking stick landing beside him.

"Oh...shit...sorry" She said shoving her phone away into the pocket of her long jacket. She put her hand out to the man and he took it, and she pulled him up before bending down and picking up his walking stick and handed it to him. "I am...so sorry"

"Oh, no...no don't be its fine" He said shaking his head.

"No...it's not I should have looked where I was going" She said and rubbed her forehead, she took one more look at him and smiled. "You're not that long back from the army, are you?"

He stared at her in surprise for a moment before nodding his head "That's right"

"Oh..god I'm sorry, I done it again"

"Sorry..done what, again?" He asked her.

"Never mind" She said shaking her head "How about cup of coffee? For knocking you off your feet...you look like you could take a seat"

Again, the surprise was clear on his features as he nodded slowly "I need a cup of coffee" He said with a small smile. "But really, it's fine"

The two began walking, and she then realized and shook her head.

"Sorry, I'm Tory" She said putting her hand out as they stopped "Tory Bennett"

"John" He said "John Watson"

They began walking again "If I happen to burst out with anything just ignore me"

"Oh...why's that?" He said.

"I...just...please, ignore me" She said twiddling her fingers.

"Where are about's in Scotland, are you from?"

"Near Glasgow" She said with a nod "How long have you been back for?"

"Not long" John said, twitching his own fingers uncomfortably.

"So where are you staying then?" She asked, glancing over at him.

"Just the bed sit across the road"

"That's where I'm staying" She said with a grin. "Need to find a job to get by, and get my own flat"

"Exactly what I need to do"

"Oh, well isn't that odd" She smiled. "Flats are...however rather expensive"

"Exactly" John said.

"You don't have a wife, or a girlfriend John, do you?"

"N..no, no I don't" He said shaking his head.

"Hmm" She hummed lightly.

As they walked down the road, they walked in a silence, they walked past a few people, one man however seemed to stop and turned back to look at them, the man called out.

"John! John Watson!" The voice called. Both John and Tory stopped, turning back to look at the larger man in the raincoat, carrying a briefcase, as the man hurried towards them, smiling. "Stamford. Mike Stamford. We were at Bart's together"

"Yes, sorry, yes. Mike" John said taking Mike's hand, and shook it, Tory then taking it and giving him a smile. "Hello"

"Good Morning" Tory said.

Mike grinned and then looked back at John "Yeah, I know, I got fat"

"No" John said shaking his head and Tory looked down with a smile.

"I heard you were abroad somewhere, getting shot at. What happened?" Mike asked and Tory tilted her head.

"I got shot" John said awkwardly.

Tory, was fiddling with her mobile while John and Mike spoke, both drinking wine at a table outside a restaurant, a waiter brought bread rolls and collected all three menu's, taking it away from the table.

"So you're still at Bart's then?" John asked, as Tory finally looked up from her phone, pushing it into her jacket pocket as she shrugged out of it.

"He's a teacher" She said crossing one leg over the other "Am I right?"

"Yes, teaching" he said staring at Tory for a minute before looking back at John "Bright young things, like we used to be...god I hate them" John smiled and Tory gave a small nod, a smile on her face too. "What about you? Staying in town 'til you get yourself sorted?"

"Can't afford London on an Army Pension"

"I dunno" Mike shrugged "Get yourself a flat-share or something?"

"I'm up for that" Tory said giving a small wave.

"Who'd, except her, want me as a flat mate?" John asked, Mike chuckled and Tory looked between the two of them. "What?" John asked.

"Well you're the second person to say that to me today"

"Who was the first?" John asked, looking at him and then at Tory, before back to Mike.

ST BARTHOLEMEW'S COMPUTER LAB

All three walked into the computer lab, and spotted the man with the black curly hair, typing away on a computer as he looked over to them.

"Well...it's a bit different from my day" John muttered to himself.

Mike chuckled "You've got no idea"

"Mike, can I borrow your phone? No signal on mine" He said.

"And what's wrong with the land line?" Mike sighed.

"I'd rather text" He said.

Mike searched in his pockets but only pulled out his notebook. "Sorry. other coat"

John fished out his own phone from his jacket pocket and put his hand out "Oh, here. Use mine"

The man stood up and John walked a little further and handed him the phone. "Oh, thank you"

"It's an old mate of mine, John Watson and his girlfriend Tory Bennett"

"I'm afraid I'm not his girlfriend" Tory said "I met him earlier"

"Afghanistan or Iraq?" The man asked.

John smiled slightly, and furrowed his brows, completely bewildered by the question "Afghanistan, sorry how did you know?"

He was texting on John's phone when another woman entered the room. "Ah, coffee. Thank you, Molly" He said and handed the phone back to John before turning to Molly again. "What happened to the lipstick?" he asked as he put the coffee cup down.

"It wasn't working for me" Molly said.

"Really? I thought it was a big improvement, mouth's too small now" He said.

Tory rolled her eyes as Molly gave an unhappy "Oh" before walking off out of the room.

"How do you two feel about the violin?"

John turned back to look "I'm sorry, what?"

Sherlock was still typing "I play the violin when I'm thinking. Sometimes I don't talk for days on end" he said and he glanced at them "Would that bother you? potential flat mates should know the worst about each other"

John looked to Tory and then at Mike, who just smiled at him slightly. "Oh, you told him about us?"

"Not a word" Mike said shaking his head.

"Then who said anything about flat mates?" John asked.

"I did, I told Mike this morning that I must be a difficult man to find a flat mate for. Now here he is after lunch with an old friend clearly home from Afghanistan. Wasn't a difficult leap, and a girlfriend"

"Again, not a girlfriend" Tory said crossing her arms.

"How did you even know about Afghanistan?"

The man ignored the question "Got my eye on a nice little place in Central London. All three of us could afford it. We'll meet there tomorrow evening; 7 o'clock" He said and headed to the door. "Sorry, I've gotta dash. I think I left my riding crop in the morgue" He said.

"Is that it?" John asked as the man stopped near the door.

"Is that what?" He asked.

"We've all just met and we're gonna go and look at a flat?"

"Problem?" Sherlock asked.

"We don't know a thing about each other; We don't even know your name, We don't even know we're not even meeting"

The man gazed for a moment and then looked down before lifting his eyes again, a grin on his face "I know you're an army doctor and you've recently been invalided home from Afghanistan. I know you've got a brother with a bit of money who's worried about you, but you won't go to him, possibly because he's an alcoholic; more likely because he recently walked out on his wife" He said as John and Tory stared at him in surprise. "And I know your therapist thinks your limp is psychosomatic, quite correctly, I'm afraid" He said and smiled briefly. "Her" he said then pointing at Tory "From Scotland, moved her on her own, to get away from some sort of family argument, wanted to take care of two little brothers, and loves them very dearly, but needed away from the parents. Bumped into me earlier on without actually looking where she was going. That's enough to go on with, don't you think?"

He walked out the door but then leaned back in "The name's Sherlock Holmes and the address is two two one B Baker street" He said winking at them "Afternoon" he said and with that he was gone, leaving John and Tory standing in the room bewildered.