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The next few days were a blur as well. We mostly were just fixing up the the moldy apartment. Mrs. Hudson hired some men to put in new drywall where the old stuff had gone bad. Those same men also put up new trim and redid a few spots on the floor. Our work involved a whole lot of cleaning. Sometimes John would come down and help, but never Holmes. I found John to be quite an interesting person.

"So what did you do for a living before you moved in with Holmes?" I asked three days later when Tyler, John and myself were pulling down moldy drywall in our potential living room. "I was an army doctor," he replied, "In the army."

"Did you fight?" asked Tyler eagerly. Tyler had recently begun thinking about joining the military after he graduated high school. All of us had, of course, tried to discourage him of his plan.

"A bit, mostly with uncooperating patients," John said after a pause. A crack split the air as I yanked on an especially stubborn piece of wall and it broke off. "Cool. Got any advice?" Tyler asked.

"What, you're joining the army?"

"Well, yeah. As soon as I graduate." John gazed at him intently, which Tyler just about shriveled under, for a few moments, then went into a speech about why he shouldn't join the army and all it's disadvantages. It was a boring half hour, let me tell you. Though I did hear a few interesting stories that John told us as examples. By the time the wall was cleared, I don't think Tyler was planning on joining the army anymore. A fact I was thankful to John for.

I hadn't seen Holmes since the gunmen incident except for fleeting glimpses as he would dash up or down the stairs to their flat. Though I could definitely hear him. Charlie started to refer to our neighbors as the "nice man and the mad man" for all the noise they made.

I was working on my new business plans at the kitchen table when Mrs. Hudson walked into the room, dressed for going out.

"Sherlock was wondering if you would help with something or another. He's in a good mood today, so you'll be fine. I'm going out to buy some groceries. I'll be back in a bit," she informed me sweetly. "I will. Thank you, Mrs. Hudson!" I said. I heard her cooing and muttering pleasantly to herself as she left.

Amy and the boys had left earlier to go clothes shopping. And they also wanted to ride the eye of London. I wasn't too interested in seeing London from that high. Truth is, I'm not overly fond of heights.

I had been trying to design new business cards. The old ones were too...American. Sighing, I left Mrs. Hudson's apartment and ran up the stairs to 221B. I figured this was a good way to get on Holmes's good side as any. Maybe I could learn a bit more about his work.

I knocked on the door. No answer. I repeated the action.

I heard Holmes's distinguished voice through the door. "Yes, come in."

The inside of their apartment was cluttered but not in a bad way. There was also a TV hanging on the wall. Mrs. Hudson didn't have a TV that played dvd's. I could envision future visits to this sitting room if theirs did. I stepped around a pile of books.

"Where are you?"

"Kitchen," Was his one word answer. I followed his voice and found myself standing in the most interesting kitchen I had ever seen. It seemed as though this kitchen wasn't used for cooking much. At least not cooking food as far as I could tell. The table which Holmes was sitting at was littered with...things. I couldn't quite tell what most of them were.

"OK," I said uncertainly. He glanced up. "OK what?"

"OK, I'm here. What do you want?"

"Oh right. Never mind, I don't need your help anymore."

"What?" He couldn't just call me up like this and then suddenly decide that he didn't need me anymore.

"You heard me."

"Well I can't leave now."

"Why not?"

"Now I'm curious as to what you wanted help with in the first place. I come in here and you appear to be dissecting something on the table. Who dissects things on their kitchen table? Apparently you do and that's not something I'm just going to ignore." Holmes seemed to consider what I just said, then suddenly he picked up his phone and tossed it to me.

"Do you know how to send a text?"

"I'm a fifteen your old girl, of course I know how to send a text."

"Send a text to John. Tell him I need him here as soon as soon as possible. It's very important." I searched his contacts, located "J. Watson", typed the message and hit send.

"Where is John?" I asked out of curiosity. But before he could answer, the phone buzzed. Holmes gestured for me to read what John texted. "It says: 'Sherlock, Can you at least wait until...I'm out of the shower?!' I just sent a text to a grown man in a shower?! Ew! No, just no." I hurriedly placed the phone on the table. Holmes chuckled. "It's not funny," I said indignantly. I moved closer to see what he was doing.

"Not too close, this acid will instantly melt anything it touches."

I cringed.

"Was that...a sarcastic joke?"

"Yes. It wasn't funny?"

"No. I'd avoid all future attempt at joking until you are able to get some serious instruction."

He didn't answer so I watched him work for a few minutes.

"Does your TV play dvds?" I asked.

"Of course, why?"

"Have you seen The Matrix?"

"No."

"Mrs. Hudson's TV doesn't play dvds."

He nodded as if he understood. How can he understand if he has never seen the Matrix? Really? I mean, it's the Matrix for gosh sake. I let it alone for now. But I would be having a serious convo with John about need-to-watch movies.

"Soooo, can I come closer so I can get a better view as to what you are doing?"

"If you must." I grinned and rushed over to peer over his shoulder. It was a cat.

"Why are you dissecting a cat?"

"Why are you so interested?" He asked with annoyance. I shrugged "Like, I said before: curiosity." He scoffed, "Curiosity killed the cat." he said with a blank face. I snorted. "That was a bit funny," I admitted. He smiled. "Anyway, the cat ate something bad, I'm trying to figure out what. It's for a case." I frowned at the mention of his job.

"Oh, right...Consulting detective?" He smiled proudly, "Yes, and you'll never hear of another; I invented the job." hmmm

"Well, as it happens, I also have a business involving 'detecting', though I never actually call it that, and I was wondering how you would feel about that?" He looked up, "About what?"

"About having competition right next door, of course."

A small skeptical smile rose on his face, "I'm not too worried."

I frowned, "And what do you mean by that? "Not too worried"?! Don't you think I could be a competition for you?"

"Let me think...no." He was so infuriatingly rude! "Well that settles it then!" I stomped to the door. "I was going to offer you some kind of business deal, but no, Holmes doesn't think I'm good enough to partner with! So no deal! I'm leaving!"

And so I left and life carried on. We finally moved into our newly un-moldified apartment. I had my own room. It was small but satisfying. I didn't see too much of Holmes the next few weeks, which was fine by me.

Henry arrived with Coffee. MY business bloomed and though I didn't get around to hiring anyone, I did have useful informants around the block that would tell me things if I asked nicely. And I succeeded in keeping it all from my parents. They didn't know a thing about my business. If they did, they would probably make me stop. Occasionally I had help from Tyler though. And if a case involved math work, I would ask Charlie.

I didn't really see much of Holmes until my biggest case, which I believe even went in the local newspaper. Of course, it was ultimately my down fall because, obviously Amy and Henry read the papers and they saw what went down. And even though the danger on that specific case was minimal, they made it out to be huge. I guess that's what parents do. So I was banned from detecting. It sucked. Anyway, the case had to do with two men with guns, a bag of drugs and an elderly lady. I ultimately tracked down the drugs, got there at the same time two men with guns did, outran and got them arrested, which pretty much saved the life of the elderly lady whose flat the drugs were hidden in. For a fifteen year old, it was impressive.

So, six weeks since we moved to London. I was banned from my own business, still not adopted, and sitting at home, and bored as heck. That's when the phone call came. It was D.I Lestrade himself! Personally inviting me to a party at the New Scotland Yard! Most exciting moment of my life. And to top it off, for my amazing performance as an amateur detective I was to be the guest of honor! Later that night, after dinner, and with much persuasion and promises, Amy and Henry agreed to let me go. The party was in two days and I couldn't wait.