Sherlock's POV

"Who was that?" I asked as the girl left the room, she looked young however acted very mature

"Lestrade's niece. She is moving in an apartment around here." John replied sighing

"We are leaving." I stated turning to leave

"Of course we are." John sighed following me out

"What do you know about her?" I asked not knowing anything about the girl, which was something I greatly disliked, not knowing, being in the dark...it was so average.

"She likes to travel, she's brilliant, she loves art, and she dresses like a hipster." John replied

"She sounds too normal." I replied boredly sighing

"But she doesn't act….normal. She studied blood splatter in university, not many people do that." John countered

"Huh...very true." I admitted annoyed that I was wrong. I don't dislike being wrong, it is actually a relief and a surprise to find something that I could be corrected about that was actually relevant.

"You're interested in her, aren't you!" John laughed, "You're never interested in anything except you violin, cases, and experiments!" He continued

"John, it's my professional advice for you to stop talking, right now." I sighed rolling my eyes slightly annoyed with John,but contemplating the idea of being interested in a person who wasn't a killer.

"Sure Sherlock, just think about that." John scoffed unlocking the apartment

"Hello Ms. Hudson." I breathed walking past her

"Oh! Sherlock, John. We'll be having a new tenant living here starting soon. Very sweet younger woman...Rebecca Lestrade I think was her name. So please Sherlock, don't shoot the walls anymore and scare the poor thing." Ms. Hudson begged

"Rebecca Lestrade?" I asked now paying attention, "Long red hair, freckles, dresses like she is still in college but pulls it off?" I questioned turning to face her

"Y-yes!" She squeaked

"Interesting." I sighed walking away almost smiling to myself

"Coincidence that she moves into the same building as us…" John hoped

"Possibly, extremely doubtful though." I scoffed, there were no such things as coincidences

Did you set up Beck's apartment?-SH I texted Lestrade as we walked into the flat

Yes. Knew she would be safe near you. Is there a problem?-GL

No.-SH I texted back turning my phone off to see Mycroft sitting down. In my chair. "Hello brother." I sighed trying not to seem to annoyed

"Seems everything is back to normal." Mycroft scoffed looking around the room

"Obviously." I sighed not wanting to talk about faking my death. John had finally forgiven me and I wanted it to stay that way.

"Good, good. I hear you are getting a new tenant." He smiled. I knew that Mycroft knew most of Rebecca's life story before I knew anything about her, but that was his job, to know every little detail that was relevant in it's own way.

"Yes, Rebecca Lestrade." I replied picking up my violin looking over to the new music I had bought, Overture for Candid.

"Hmmm, interesting. The detectives niece." I replied putting the music back knowing that Mycroft would keep talking even if I was playing.

"She seems like a very kind girl, and she is brilliant. Not your average girl I must say." Mycroft smiled

"No, I doubt that she is average." I sighed walking toward the kitchen, "Now what do you want Mycroft?" I asked

"Nothing, just to make sure everything is going well here, and it seems like it is." Mycroft said before leaving the flat.

"That was odd." John said very confused

"That is what Mycroft does." I sighed walking to my room to look at the other murders and see if I could learn anything more from the other murders. "Comes and goes as he pleases."

"So, exactly like you?" John teased

"Funny John, very funny." I sighed annoyed but still thinking about the girl we had just met early today.

Who are you really Rebecca? I thought to myself while studying the wall that was covered in crime scene photos, police reports, and possible suspects. And how do you fit in this?