"Good morning there"-you say and the man turns.
It is him-you thought.
"Good morning. Who are you?"
"Detective Ms. (your first name/yfn) Hudson. And you are Sherlock Holmes."
"You're the one who's going to take sergeant Donovan place aren't you?"
"Well I'm half of what is going to be Donovan's replacement. But that's not sure yet."
"Lovely. I hated that woman. (He turns and puts the key into the lock).I still do but at least I don't have to see her anymore or spend time with her. You are also Mrs. Hudson's niece. Come on in. she told me that we would be having a new neighbor."-he says, opens the door and directs you to enter...he helps you with your suitcases and you both go to the second floor where your new home and his one was.
"Can I stay with you for a while? I don't have a key"-you ask as nicely as you can, but being friendly and nice isn't and wasn't ever something that you were very capable of.
"If you make me tea."
"I'm not your housekeeper, I'm your neighbor."
"Then stay in your flat."
"Fine."-you pout.
You two enter Sherlock's flat. You put your suitcases near the fireplace.
"There is the kitchen and you have tea in th-"-he says as he takes his coat off but you cut him off.
"the second cupboard to my left and the sugar is in the one on the right next to it, milk in the fridge and cups on the last one on the right, I know"-he stands there still not unaware of how you just said what you did because it was true to the point.-"oh don't be so shocked you're no the only one that can deduct someone."
He smirks and you roll your eyes. You start preparing the tea.
"But where is the kettle?"-he asks.
"On the coffee table along with two cups one yours one Mrs. Hudson's and the tea you probably took after Mrs. Hudson had gone back from the market judging by the lipstick on one of the cups. I doubt that you'd wear make-up. Maybe to put some color on your skin."-he watches you with that pale face of his.
You take the kettle and the tea you make for about five minutes. In that time Sherlock searches through a shelf and finally finds two papers with musical notes. He takes a violin and starts playing as you pour the tea and little amount of milk in the cups. The melody is nice and relaxing. You sit on the sofa chair preferably known as "Watson's chair" as some people would call it, or just you. You close your eyes and Sherlock plays on. After a few minutes he stops and sits in the chair opposite of you and starts drinking his tea.
"So how are john and Mary?"-you ask.
"Well they are on their honeymoon so I am bored most of the time. And now that you are to be Donovan's replacement I'm probably not going to be a consulting detective anymore, am I?"
"No, but maybe you'll come to a greater position."-you smile slightly.
"What greater position?"-he asks confused.
"Hold up for just a second."-you say and call Lestrade.
"Hey I'm with him...yes…yes…can I tell him? Oh well great, bye."-your words during the phone conversation. After you press end you look at Sherlock who had been staring at you the whole time.
"Tell me what?"-he asks.
"Mr. Holmes how would you like to join me, DI Lestrade and The Scotland Yard to stop crimes and all kinds of other businesses? You can continue your work with other cases, but also have a job as a detective in The Scotland Yard. You'd be paid, very nicely actually both of us."-you answer him and sip our tea. He watches you with disbelief.
"Well all I can say is FINALLY (!). They have brains after all."-you chuckle, weird for you. Rarely has someone been able to make you laugh even a little bit for these last three years.
"So you accept?"-you ask.
"Hh, okay fine but don't expect me to go on the scenes all the time. I'm too lazy some days, that's all."-you smirk.
"We'll see about that."-in that moment someone opens the front door and shouts:
"SHERLOOOCK! Is (y/n) here?"- Mrs. Hudson shouts.
"I'm here Aunt Martha!"-you say and go down the stairs smiling to find your aunt carrying three full paper bags. You hug her.
"Oh god Aunt Martha, I've missed you so much."-you say while hugging her tightly.
"Aunt Martha? Who's she?"-asks Sherlock who watches you two from the top stair.
"oh dear, Sherlock, that's my name."- Mrs. Hudson says as she pulls out of your embrace.-"how are you dear, when did you arrive? Fancy a cuppa?"
"I'm fine, thank you. I arrived about an hour ago and met Sherlock 20 minutes ago and no thank you I just drank with Sherlock."
"Oh that's nice. Then I'll make one for myself. Sherlock you want one? (He shakes his head as to say no)? Alrighty then, (y/n) you hungry, hun?"-Mrs. Hudson asks you.
"Very. Mind making my favorite?"
"Of course dear and here's your key. Get settled up."
"Mrs. Hudson what will you be preparing for detective (y/n)?"- asks Sherlock.
"Her favorite, banana and blueberry crêpes. Would you like some too?"
"Yes, please (!).""-he says in an unusual tone, but then again he was unusual just like you. You take the key and go to your apartment door and unlock it. The flat is just like Sherlock's flat, just clean and empty shelves. You smile.
"Do you like it dear?"-Mrs. Hudson shouts.
"It's perfect!"-you yell back and start unpacking your suitcases. They are both very big, one containing your clothes and the other one containing books, your laptop and some pairs of shoes. You unpack for about an hour, leaving only some clothes left to be set in your new closet and you go downstairs to your aunt's kitchen. Everything smells delicious. You sit on the small table while your aunt sets it.
"SHERLOCK!"-she shouts.
"Coming!"-he yells back. He enters the room wearing one of his "usual outfits".
You both start eating your aunt's, as you'd call it masterpiece.
At 1 PM, you stand on the pavement waiting for a taxi so you could buy some groceries because your fridge was practically empty. You put your hands in your pockets of your black coat. You hear footsteps from behind coming to you.
"Going to the supermarket, are we?"-says a man in a low voice. You turn to the man.
"Sherlock. What are you doing?"
"Same as you. My fridge is empty apart from the human eyes that I have in a bowl."
"Oh great, can you borrow me some?"-you say sarcastically. You see a cab and both of you raise a hand and the taxi stops. You two enter the taxi and Sherlock tells the name of a certain supermarket. You watch outside the window and look at the people in the street. One person stays in your mind. A tall man wearing all black clothing, with these eyes of death stars into you as the driver stops on the red light. For those maybe 3 minutes it's like you were in a staring competition with the scary man. He didn't move and neither did you. You were scared and you were trying to not show any signs of it, but you failed. You blinked and gulped a lot of times and even let out a few shaky breaths. The light turns green and the man smiles at you like Cheshire Cat. You look away quickly and realize that Sherlock had been watching you the whole time.
"What?"-you ask annoyed.
"Just trying to deduct you."-he says. He had been watching out the whole ride, trying to deduct you but all he saw was just question marks. He saw the same ones when he first met Irene Adler.
At 3 PM you were back home and putting the new groceries in the fridge. When you finished you started your highly anticipated Marvel marathon. You sat on one of your very comfortable sofa chairs and started watching the first movie: Iron Man.
At 7 PM you were watching Captain America: The First Avenger when you started feeling hungry. You call a Pizza place and order some. When suddenly the light bulb exploded. You scream. The only light that you had now was the flash light from your phone. Sherlock opens the door, without knocking.
"You okay?"-you didn't realize that he had come in so when he spoke you screamed again.
"Oh, oh it's you. The light bulb exploded. And now there is glass somewhere around the room and I can't find it without light and I have no extra light bulbs."-you said frustrated.
"I have some. I'll get one now."-he says and rushes to his flat. He returns with a small light bulb. You thank him and get on the table and start to take out the half broken bulb. You adjust your right foot and realize that a piece of glass has made itself into your foot. You screech in pain.
"What's wrong?"
"My foot is cut and I can't really feel it."-you say and quickly put the lightbulb in and it lights automatically. You loose feeling in your foot and fall. Thankfully Sherlock catches you.
"Are you okay?"-he asks. His arms are the only thing that is keeping you from the glass shattered floor.
"It hurts."-the pain has grown stronger and a few teardrops fall. He lays you on your sofa and inspects the cut area. You scream in pain every time he touches your foot. After a few minutes he starts to rub your foot with some alcohol and then with a special cream. He wraps you foot. The pain has minimized.
"Thank you."-you smile genuinely.
"Your welcome."-he says and smiles slightly.
After that Mrs. Hudson comes and takes care of the glass. The pizza guy arrives.
"Are you expecting someone?"-Sherlock asks, him still sitting on the sofa with your foot on top of him.
"That must be the pizza guy."-you say and pass some money to him. He stands up sighing and pays the pizza guy.-"Help yourself."
"Thank you."-he says and starts eating the piece of pizza he took.
Sherlock and you fall asleep on your sofa while watching Iron Man 3, your head on his shoulder and his head on top of yours.