Summary- There's a new tenant in 221 Baker Street. Sherlock's beginning to think she's perfect, but is she really all that she seems?
Author's Note- So, this is my first try at a fan fic. It was actually just a story I wrote for my friend, Jasmine, since she wrote one for me and she wanted one in return. I actually kinda liked it and I wanted to see if anyone else did :P So all reviews are welcome And I'll apologise in advance for the ending, don't ask what was going through my mind at that point :P So, I'm gonna go now, enjoy Hannah x
Chapter 1
"This one's the living area and that's about it" Mrs. Hudson finished her tour of 221c. She looked up at the young tallish-girl and added "Any questions?"
"Just two, firstly, any chance of you lowering the rent a little until I can find a better job?" Jasmine asked.
"Of course dear, no worries" Mrs. Hudson replied, kindly, "And the 2nd?"
"What about the kitchen?"
"Of course! I forgot to say" Mrs. Hudson laughed "You see, no one's rented this one in a while and the kitchens in a little bit of disrepair. I'll get it fixed for you dear, but until then you could always use the boy's. I'm sure they wouldn't mind" Jasmine was confused. "The boys?"
"Sherlock and John! In 221b. Nice lads although they have a lot of domestics." "Are they…..?"
"Oh no, no. Although one can never be sure these days" she joked. Immediately after she finished speaking there came gunshots from the floor below.
"Oh my god!" Jasmine screamed. But Mrs. Hudson just sighed "Here he goes again" as she headed to the stairs. Jasmine promptly followed. She needed to find out more about "the boys".
She trotted down the stairs behind an exasperated Mrs. Hudson.
"He does this once a week, you know." She sighed.
"He shoots people once a week?" Jasmine squeaked. She was beginning to change her mind about this flat.
"Oh no! Just the wall!" Mrs. Hudson replied, like it was the only obvious answer.
She tentatively opened the door and called "Yoohoo, only me. And I brought you a new friend." Jasmine sensed that this was her cue. She stepped around the door and was met by the definition of "tall, dark and handsome".
She held out her hand "Hi, I'm Ja-"
"Jasmine." He cut her off "I know." She was completely baffled.
"How could you possibly know my name? We've never met!" He smirked at her and she assumed that he got this a lot. After a long pause he revealed "I heard you and Mrs. Hudson talking as you came upstairs earlier."
"Oh." Jasmine felt stupid now.
"But judging by your accent, T-shirt and shoes, I also know…." He continued. Mrs. Hudson just rolled her eyes. "That you're 18 and come from Blackpool, or there abouts. You've come down to London to study English Literature and Drama at one of Britain's top Universities and it's all being paid for by the bank of mum and dad, as they say." Jasmine would have been impressed, if it wasn't for one thing.
"Almost." She smirked.
"Pardon?" Sherlock looked at her, with a hint of shock.
"Almost." Jasmine repeated.
"What do you mean almost?" Sherlock sounded shocked, he shot Mrs. Hudson a "What is she talking about?" look. Mrs. Hudson chuckled.
"I mean that you were almost right."
"I'm always right!" Sherlock muttered.
"Well not this time!" Jasmine said, matter-a-factly. "My parents aren't paying for anything. I've taken out the biggest student loan in England to pay for my fees and I'm working 2 jobs to pay for a flat like this." She smiled and began to explore the room. Sherlock could do nothing but stare.
"Well you two have fun!" Mrs. Hudson laughed as she shut the door.
Jasmine was instantly drawn to the mantle piece which was strewn with knic-knacks and papers. She went to run her hand over a skull but promptly heard Sherlock shout "Don't touch my skull!" She spun to face him, deciding it was probably best to wait for the guided tour.
"So, Sherlock" She said slumping down into a red arm chair, "what is it that you do? I mean apart from shooting the wall and collecting skulls."
"I'm the world's only consulting detective." He said sitting in the leather chair opposite her.
"I'm sorry, what?" She asked.
"It means when the police are out of their depth, which is always, they consult me." He replied.
"Oh" Jasmine sighed as she looked around. Sherlock just stared at her. She was slightly startled when she looked back at him and found that he hadn't taken his eyes off her. She suddenly became more aware of herself. If this guy could tell what she was studying from her T-shirt she couldn't begin to imagine what he could figure out from her body language.
They stared each other out for a few minutes, then as if to break the silence a phone bleeped. Jasmine checked hers but no such luck.
"Speak of the devil" Sherlock muttered under his breath.
"Pardon?"
"Detective Inspector Lestrade. Wants me to help on yet another case. John's away visiting his family." He muttered again. He paused and smiled kindly at Jasmine, making her feel slightly uncomfortable. "How would you like to visit a crime scene?" He asked.
Jasmine paused and tried not to laugh "Is this a trick question?"
"No. I don't work alone but my usual partner isn't here, clearly. I need someone too work with and you seem smarter than you look."
"Is that a compliment or an insult?" Sherlock brushed this comment aside.
"Are you coming or not?"
Jasmine thought for a second. She liked this flat and wanted to live here. If she was going to live above this guy she needed to get to know him. "Sure, why not." She smiled.
Jasmine followed Sherlock, who glided down the stairs. Mrs. Hudson caught them just before they opened the door.
"So you'll be taking the flat then?"
"Of course!" Jasmine replied.
"So where are you off to now?" Mrs. Hudson asked.
Sherlock laughed "Another murder, exactly like the last one Mrs. Hudson!"
"Murder?" Jasmine squeaked "You never said it was a murder!"
"You never asked." Sherlock answer nonchalantly. He opened the door and waved Jasmine through, "Ladies first."
Sherlock was about to follow when Mrs. Hudson grabbed his arm.
"Look after her Sherlock. Don't let her get hurt."
Sherlock looked her in the eye, "Don't worry Mrs. Hudson." He looked over his shoulder out onto the street, "I'm not going to let anything happen to her."
Jasmine walked to the edge of the curb and hailed a cab. She jumped in quickly followed by Sherlock.
"Where to?" the cabby asked.
Sherlock read from his phone, "Richardson docks."