Jamie sat on her bed for quite a while after she got back to her bedsit, thinking about this 'Sherlock Holmes'. She glowered at the floor. Same last name as him, but there was no way the universe would be so cruel as to push her together with one of his family members.

At least, she hoped not.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she made an annoyed growl in her throat when she took it out and saw who had texted her. Of course he'd be texting her the moment he was on his way back to England, having been honorably and medically discharged a few weeks ago, but stuck in the Army hospital until he was able to get up and move around. Honestly...what were the odds he'd be boarding a plan that day of all days?

John: Hello, cousin. How are you doing with the flatmate hunt?

Jamie pursed her lips, mulling over telling him everything. After all, he wasn't back in the country just yet. What trouble could he cause?

Jamie: Marcus helped me get one.

John: Ah, that was nice of him. What's her name?

Jamie: Sherlock Holmes

John: Isn't that a blokes name?

Jamie grinned wickedly as she texted back: Yeah? So?

John: You're rooming with a GUY?

Jamie: We'll have separate bedrooms, Johnny. Breathe, boy, breathe. No need to get so worked up about it.

John: There's no way in hell I'm letting my baby cousin room with a guy! For all you know, he could be a pervert!

Jamie: *rolls eyes* Knock it off. He's with the police, so I'm pretty sure he's safe.

John: Still don't like it. What did Harry say?

Jamie: We're still not speaking, actually. Got thrown out when I spoke my mind on the separation.

John: You know my sister doesn't like to be told she's wrong.

Jamie: I'm very well aware of that fact now, smart arse.

John: Calling me names won't solve anything.

Jamie: Maybe not, but you need to tell HER to cool it, not me. I was just trying to help! Clara was an awesome cousin-in-law.

John: Switching back to the previous subject, I insist on meeting this Sherlock Holmes. When are you seeing him next?

Jamie: Ugh, FINE. We're looking over a flat tomorrow. 221B Baker Street. Can you find it?

John: A bloke gets lost one time...

Jamie: You were out in the country. Took us 2 hours to find you. . Not so nice when the nagging's on the other foot, now is it? *smirk*

John: Ugh, whatever. What time?

Jamie: 7, Big Brother. ^_^

John: Stop that.

Jamie: Nuuuuuuu, you can't make me, lol

John: Being in the states during your younger years has warped your brain.

Jamie's smile faded. How could he...he knew not to bring that up! Serious or casual conversation, her time in America was just not talked about!

John: Jamie? You still there?

Jamie: That subject is off limits. Never bring it up again, John.

John: Oh, sorry. Won't mention it again.

She relaxed, slumping a bit. John and Harry were all she had left in the world. They were the only ones who knew the whole story, besides him. The rest of the world had been fed a cock and bull story by the media to keep people from prying too deep. He had made sure of it.

Jamie: I'll see you tomorrow, 7 O'clock, Baker Street.

John: Yes, see you. Bye.

Jamie: Bye.

Jamie slid the phone shut, and set it beside her on the bed. Her mind went back to Sherlock, conjuring up an image of him. Dark curly hair, and sharp blue eyes that missed nothing. He as obviously intelligent, but extremely anti-social.

Detective? Was that what he was?

She snickered quietly, thinking about him sniffing out clues to crimes like a hound. That would make an amusing sight. now she wanted a camera. Too bad a person couldn't take pictures of images in their mind.

Her gaze went back down to her phone. Sherlock had borrowed it to make a text. how was it his had no reception, but hers had? Had he been snooping through her phone? Gathering clues about his new flatmate? She turned the phone over in her hands, studying it. There were a few scratches on it...the corners were scuffed...the screen dull... She shook her head, irritated. It wasn't easy to figure people out now. Not like it had been...before.

With a jolt, Jamie understood what Sherlock had been doing - deducing her. He'd been looking at all the little, unimportant details and figuring out who she was with them added up.

It was that thought that had her limping to her desk to use the internet.

Please forgive me for not updating sooner. I've been having a lot of family problems - serious family problems - and haven't had the time or energy to log onto . But here's the next chapter, finally! ^_^

Lemme know what you think!

Allonsy~

Eli