John didn't wake up until noon the next day. When he did he found he was starving. He went directly into the kitchen unfortunately what he found there was absolutely nothing edible. Groaning, John got dressed, grabbed his wallet and started to head out for groceries. He was halfway down the stairs when the door opened. A young woman in her late 20s walked in struggling with a bag in one hand and a table lamp in the other.

"Here let me help you with that." John said hurrying down the last of the steps, and taking the bag from her.

"Thanks. You must be from the flat upstairs. I'm April Wright." She said extending her hand.

"John Watson. You're Charlie's girlfriend then." He said shaking her hand and following her to her door.

"That I am." She opened the door and went downstairs, John followed. "I'm sorry about the mess." She said as they entered her flat, "Still moving everything in."

"This is nothing. You should see the mess Sherlock makes." John said placing the bag down on a table April pointed to.

"He's your flat mate right?" April asked.

"Yes."

April nodded. "I look forward to meeting him. Mrs. Hudson makes him out to be quite the character."

"Oh, he's definitely a character." John said with a smirk. "Well I've actually got to get to the shop."

"Thanks again for your help." April said, showing John to the door.

"What are neighbors for?" John told her heading back out the door.

When John left, April went to unpack the things she had gotten. John seemed like a nice enough man; Mrs. Hudson was certainly fond of him. The door to the bedroom opened and Charlie walked out in his shorts drying his hair with a towel.

"Did I hear you talking with someone?" He asked.

She sighed and continued putting things away. "Yes, our neighbor John helped me bring some things in."

"Alright." Charlie said putting his towel around his neck and taking a seat. "Mrs. Hudson asked us over for dinner again tonight." He told her.

"She did?"

"Yes. I told her we'd go." Charlie said. He didn't look very happy about it.

April smiled, "It's hard to say no to her isn't it?

"I'm fairly certain it's impossible."

"Good, that means I'll get to get out more here, even if it's only upstairs." April said.

"I suppose you will." Charlie placed his towel on the back of the chair, as his phone went off across the room.

"Looks like I might be a little late tonight." He told her reading over the text he had just gotten.

"Mycroft?" She asked already knowing."

"24 hour report." He responded. "He'll be excited to find out we're living under his brother, no doubt."

April huffed, "He probably already knows."

A few hours later Charlie left for his meeting and April was left alone. It was something that didn't happen often so she took the time to breathe. She laid down in the middle of the living room put in her head phones and shut her eyes. Around 6:30 April unplugged and got ready for dinner upstairs at Mrs. Hudson's.

When she arrived, John and another man, she guessed he was Sherlock, were already seated in Mrs. Hudson's sitting room.

"There you are dear, and where's Charlie." Mrs. Hudson asked taking an offered bottle of wine from April.

"He called; said orientation was running a bit late." April quickly explained.

"Oh dear, well let me make the introductions. " Mrs. Hudson said turning to the others in the room. "This is Dr. John Watson."

"We met this morning." April told Mrs. Hudson. "It's good to see you again John."

"You too" John replied.

Mrs. Hudson continued, "This is Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock stood to shake her hand.

"It's a pleasure Ms…" Sherlock said waiting for her full name to be given.

"Wright. April Wright." She said.

Sherlock's eyebrow raised, "Ms. Wright."

April smiled, "Please spare me the jokes I've heard them all." April took a seat and Mrs. Hudson ran off to the kitchen to uncork the bottle of wine. "Mrs. Hudson says you're a detective." April said in small talk.

"Consulting Detective." Sherlock clarified.

"Oh, I see." She said.

"I'm afraid Mrs. Hudson hasn't told us much about you." John said, "What is it you do?"

"I'm a temp." She said.

"Are you?" Sherlock asked, "And how do you manage that."

"Excuse me?" April asked confused by the question.

"Well you must do more than temp." Sherlock said.

"Sherlock…"John warned

"No, I'm afraid I'm just a temp."

Apparently Sherlock did not heed John's warning. "That's highly unlikely given your accent."

"Sherlock," John tried once more.

"American if I'm not mistaken. For you to live here you must either be a citizen or have a visa. Those with citizenship usually have harder to recognize accents meaning you're most likely here on a visa, work or student given your living situation. You've ruled out student, but temping isn't enough to get you a visa, so what, Ms. Wright is it that you do?"

April sat in shock for a moment. He had gotten all of that from her accent. She shook her head and answered. "I'm afraid I really am just a temp. I have dual citizenship. My father was English. We never visited his family; I didn't come to England until I was 20, never picked up the accent."

Sherlock searched her face for something that he apparently did not find. "My mistake then," He said.

The awkwardness that followed was thankfully cut short by Charlie finally making his arrival. The rest of the night went off just fine. Sherlock managed to stay on his leash heading most of John's warnings as they came throughout the night. April was surprised to find that Sherlock, although very calculating like his brother, was quite a bit more amiable than the elder Holmes.

Once they got back to their own flat Charlie went straight to the bathroom while April went to the kitchen to make some tea. Charlie emerged with a bottle of aspirin and gratefully accepted the tea from April.

"Was dinner that bad for you?" April asked.

"No, I've had the headache since my meeting." Charlie told her downing two tablets.

April took a deep breath and steeled herself. "What did Mycroft say?"

Charlie pulled himself up and sat on the counter, "Mostly the usual. Your detail will be the same. You'll be reporting to Christian in the temp office." April nodded, taking in the information. "Mycroft wasn't happy when he heard we'd moved into the same building as his brother. Apparently there's no surveillance upstairs, not in the building anyway, Sherlock disabled it all, just our apartment that's bugged now. It took a bit of convincing to get him to let us stay here when he heard."

"So he didn't know then?" April asked.

"No, they always keep a few things from each other. It keeps you safer." Charlie assured her.

April nodded. "Anything else I need to know?" she asked.

Charlie shook his head. "Just keep a low profile."

"Right, in that case going to bed" April said pouring her cup of untouched tea down the drain.

"G'night." Charlie said as April walked past him to the bedroom, closing the door behind her.