I awoke that morning to the sound of the kettle boiling. Sherlock, I guessed, was up already.

I had begrudgingly let him stay the night, after he had told me he had no where else to stay. I had the right mind to leave him out on the streets after all the trouble he had caused me so far, but something told me he didn't mean to be such an annoying tart.

"Good morning," I greeted him, stifling a yawn, "eager to make tea, I see."

"Yes." Sherlock answered simply. "Usually John would make me some first thing, but seeing as he's not here currently I took it upon myself to make it, do you take sugar?"

I nodded, "who's John?"

"Just an old friend." As he looked at me, I was sure I could make out a ghost of a warm smile on his thin lips.

"Sugar, how many?" He asked.

"Two, thank you." I sat down in the armchair next to the window. I noticed that bags and boxes now blocked the door. How long was Sherlock planning to stay here? It looked as if he had practically moved in over night. "Sherlock," I begin to ask him, "where did all this stuff come from?"

Sherlock turned round, placing the tea on the coffee table and sitting down in sofa opposite me. "Oh, I liked the view so I..." He pondered what to say. "... moved in, so to speak."

I looked at him in horror. "Moved in? Without my permission? This isn't some hostel, you can't just drop by here whenever you-"

Sherlock nodded his head slowly at me. "Of course, Julia, I will leave this afternoon."

"Oh." I stared at him. "Well, I mean, you don't have to, that's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean? If you don't mind me asking."

I scowled, angered by his calm state. "Fine, you can stay, but you have to make sure you can help pay the rent-"
"Oh, money will not be a problem, I assure you! Now," he reached forward and picked up his tea, "on to this problematic little case we have here."

"Wait, wait," I scrunched up my face, "who... who are you, anyway? You just come in her and start announcing things about a serial killer, for all I know you could be the murderer!"

Sherlock let out a loud snort of laughter. "Don't fret; most people assume I'm the killer. No, my name is Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective."

"Consulting what?"

"Consulting Detective, the only one in the world, I invented the job."

"Invented the job? How did you invent a job?"

Sherlock took a sip from his tea. "That part was easy; I simply had to name myself so. But, like I keep trying to say, back to this case," He clicked his fingers, "you're bored aren't you? At least, that's the vibe I'm getting off you. So you're bored, I'm bored, we're all bored, it's all very boring. Then a case like this comes along to cure out boredom, how could you resist? Don't you want something to write about, miss Ludzuweit?"

I chuckled quietly, taking a sip of my own tea. "Oh yes, it's the thing I desire most."

"In that case, let's have some fun." He rose from his chair, clapping his hands impatiently. "Firstly, I'll need to borrow your phone."

"What? Why?"

"I need to make a phone call."

"Why can't you use your own?"

"No battery. I need to use yours."

I frowned at him, my temper beginning to rise. "How do you expect me to trust you, anyway? You keep telling me who you are, but I don't know anything about you, you don't know anything about me."

Sherlock turned his back to me, but I could see a smirk form. "Your name is Julia Ludzuweit, you are 34 years old, you've always wanted to be a detective but you couldn't manage with the pressure of that sort of job so you became a journalist instead, hoping to work your way up from there. So far though, you've barely gotten anywhere since then, you see yourself as a failure and you've been waiting for a chance like this to come along for a long while now however you think it's too good to be true, you don't trust me, you have every right in the world not to trust me, but that's completely and utterly your choice."

My eyes widened, looking at Sherlock. How was it possible that he had been able to work all those things out about me like that?

"How did you-"

"I would love to explain, I really would but currently I am in urgent need of the use of your phone."

I gave him a quick nod before handing him my mobile. How was it that this strange man made you trust him so much? And why was it that out of all the people in the world, I chose to trust Sherlock Holmes?