Darcy groaned and rolled over; she clumsily reached out and slapped the snooze button haphazardly. She was back at her old flat and today was moving day. The nurse was grateful that the place was fully furnished so all she had to take with her was her clothes and a few personal items.

After their Chinese last night the nurse had opted to go back to her old flat to catch up on some much sleep, which she knew she wouldn't be getting any if she returned to Bakers Street.

The red head opened one eye and saw that it was nearing ten in the morning. She had work at six this evening and like her last time Darcy was doing a twelve hour shift. She had one more day of this then it would be the weekend which she had off.

"Might as well get up" she mumbled under her breath and sat up so that her sheets pooled around her waist. She scratched the back of her head and yawned, Darcy swung her legs out of bed and stood up, it took her a couple of seconds to get her bearings, she wasn't much of a morning person, but she pushed on through.

The red head tugged the hem of her shorts down since it had hiked up when she was asleep, she stumbled into her small bathroom and leant against the counter, Darcy scrunched her nose slightly seeing the state of the bathroom. Unlike the one in Bakers Street, which even though was small it wasn't as small as this had a certain charm to it, it actually looked like a ladies bathroom, she didn't know if Mrs Hudson designed it that way but it felt as if the elderly woman did.

The shower curtain was floral, there was matching towel sets, and an actual soap dispenser. This bathroom however had cracked tiles on the wall and the window couldn't close so there was a constant cold draft blowing through. There were also various damp patches littered across the walls, she was glad to be leaving this small hell hole.

Darcy grabbed her toothbrush and put a layer of toothpaste on it; she rinsed it slightly and brushed her teeth, as she did this she turned on the shower faucet, praying that the Mr Hans put the hot water on. She finished brushing her teeth and gargled and quickly rinsed the brush. She shoved it into her wash-bag which she still had to shove into her suitcase.

Darcy made sure to leave out some clothes for today and her scrubs for her shift this evening. She stripped out of her night clothes and placed her hand under the water.

"Bloody moran Mr Hans is" she muttered under her breath, the water was cold. Darcy scowled thinking about the Asian; another reason which she was grateful for leaving the man was simply horrible to her. Constantly making sexual innuendoes and whatnot, she gritted her teeth and jumped into the shower.

"Holy shit it's cold" she gasped spluttering for air. Darcy hurriedly grabbed her wash-cloth and lathered it in soap. The nurse had just finishing ringing all the suds out of her thick hair when she heard her phone go off.

"Oh come on-"she huffed and pulled the shower curtains apart, she could hear the noise coming from her phone and wondered who would be calling her. Hardly anyone had her number, she hoped that it wasn't Sherlock; she wasn't in the mood to deal with him at the moment. Darcy grabbed her towel and rushed towards her phone which was on the kitchen counter. As she did this she wrapped the towel around her damp form,

"Hello?" she picked up the phone.

"Hey Darcy" she smiled hearing who was on the other of the line.

"John hi, what's up?" she uttered.

"Well I was wondering if you're going to be moving in today or…?"

"Yep I am, I don't think I have another day-"she was cut off when there was a loud pounding on her door.

"RAY UNLESS YOU GOT THE MONEY YOU'RE OUT-"Mr Hans yelled, Darcy winced and scowled she stormed over to the door

"Darcy?" John called he could hear what was going on through the phone

"Hold on" the red head uttered and opened the door. "Do you mind keeping your voice down?" she flared at the small Asian man, she was sickened when she saw his eyes roaming her form, she instinctively tightened the towel around herself.

"Look babe, I can let you stay here rent free if you just occasionally spread those pretty legs for me-"Darcy gagged at that. "Just a couple-"

"Go to hell" she snapped "I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man on earth. Goodbye-"she slammed the door in his face. Darcy stifled a giggled when she heard the man let out a loud oww. She stood on her tiptoes as she peered into the peephole and could see the Asian man clutching his nose. "Hope it's broken-"

"I WANT YOU OUT BEFORE NOON, YOU SKANKY BITCH-"

"I'M LEAVING YOU LITTLE CREEP" she shouted back.

Darcy let out a huff of air and leant against the door, "Bloody hell I should get a move on" she muttered under her breath. The red head frowned when she could hear a buzzing, "what the?" she looked around thinking where was that incessant noise coming from and realised it was John, he was still on the phone. "John I-"

"You're definitely moving out of that flat today. And coming to Bakers Street" John fumed "who the hell does that man think he is? Huh?-"

"John what are you-oh you're talking about Mr Hans?" she asked confusion was laced in her tone, why was the army doctor so concerned? "It's nothing John chill-"

"It isn't anything Darcy" he snapped was she completely oblivious? He thought "Just know that you're moving out today ok? So am I. when are you going-"

"Hopefully I'll be there by twelve-"she said

"Great, I'll see you then. Catch you later" John bid her goodbye. Darcy shook her head and turned the kettle on and headed across the room to get ready for the day.

She slipped on her black lacy bra and matching pants. Darcy knew to pack her scrubs into her bag along with her ID card for the hospital. She slipped on a pair of jeans and a grey coloured top. Darcy brushed her hair and tied it up in a high pony tail.

Darcy slipped on her shoes and gave the place a quick once over to make sure she didn't leave anything important behind. When she saw that she didn't she hurried into the kitchen to make some tea.

Once she was done she grabbed her suitcases and wheeled them out of the flat.

"So you're really leaving her?" Darcy was just locking the front door when she heard a croaky voice; she spun around and saw an elderly woman who lived a couple of doors down to her. The nurse was surprised somewhat when the grey haired woman spoke to her since she hadn't said a word when Darcy moved in.

"Oh yeah…I am" Darcy smiled unsurely

"Well dearie good for you" the woman smiled revealing her rotted teeth. "At least someone is leaving this hell hole-"

"Erm thanks" the red head tucked in a stray curl behind her ear. "Well…did-"

"Oh no honey, I'm just looking for my cat. Mrs Whiskers you haven't seen her have you?" Darcy shook her head, "Oh no…well I should go and find her, she's a naughty cat" the red head took a step back when the old lady scurried passed her.

"Figures have a decent conversation with someone in the building and turns out to be a crazy cat lady" she muttered under her breath. Darcy grabbed the handles of her suitcase and was glad that they had wheels. She rolled them down the damp hallway and avoided several questionable stains on the carpeted floor.

"Yo RAY" Mr Hans yelled.

"What?" she snapped glaring at the small Asian man. She stopped in the middle of the hall and glanced over her shoulder and saw the short man at the other end of the hallway leaning against his doorframe.

"When this new place works out be sure to know that you always got a room here" she narrowed her eyes "if you pay me a certain amount" he wagged his eyebrows up and down suggestively.

"Never going to happen dick" Darcy sneered and once again grabbed the handles of her case and lugged them down the creaky staircase.


When she finally reached outside Darcy flagged down a cab she hefted her cases into the back of the black taxi and slammed the door behind her.

"So where to-"

"You" Darcy exclaimed "Of all the luck-"

"Oh crap it's you again" the cabbie grumbled. This was the same cab driver that had driven her and John to the college last night.

"Hey I think I should be the one that's annoyed" she leant back in the seat "You're the cabbie who doesn't really know their way around London"

"And you're a customer who is rather mouthy" the cabbie countered, he hid his smirk seeing the glares she was shooting him. The man couldn't deny it that the red head was good looking but she was just so mouthy. He pitied the poor bloke who would end up with her. "So where do you want to go?"

"221B Bakers Street" Darcy buckled herself in "You know where that is don't you?"

The cabbie rolled his eyes "Yeah I do know-"

"Well there's something. Now come on" Darcy uttered. The man shook his head and pulled away from the curb of the road.

Darcy handed the cash over to the cabbie

"No tip?" he cocked an eyebrow and she mimicked him "No?" the red head shook her head. "Well I hope next time you find a different cabbie. Goodbye"

Darcy rolled her jade green orbs and took a step back when the driver pulled away. She licked her lips and turned around to look up at 221B Baker Street, she was completely oblivious to the curtains moving. She grabbed the handles of her suitcases and pulled them across the pavement.

The streets were littered with various pedestrians; she raised her fist and knocked on the door. Darcy had to wait a couple of minutes for someone to open the door, she rang the bell again and looked down at her watch it was nearing twelve.


"Come on" she muttered and pressed the bell again, she couldn't wait to get a key for this place. After another couple of minutes the door opened revealing a flushed looking Mrs Hudson.

"Darcy dear, sorry you had to wait." She uttered.

"No it's fine" Darcy smiled, "Is no one-"

"Sherlock is upstairs. I don't think he heard the bell" Mrs Hudson uttered

"I bet he did" Darcy mumbled and licked her lips, she wouldn't put it pass the detective to choose not to hear the ringing bell, he'd rather have someone else get the door for him.

"Come in dear, it's a bit chilly" Mrs Hudson rushed her in. She stepped aside allowing the nurse to drag her cases into the hall. "Do you need help dear or-"

"Oh no" Darcy tutted "You have a bad hip, I'll be fine trust me" she assured her.

"Oh thanks dearie, I'm going to see Mrs Turner for a bit. Apparently her two lads there, the married one-"Darcy smothered a giggle seems like Mrs Hudson was into gossip. "They're having a bit of domestic" she uttered taking her coat off of the hooks by the front door. Darcy untied the sash of her own coat "This is for you" Mrs Hudson said handing her the key.

"Thank you" she called after her.

"Toodles" Mrs Hudson hollered and left.

Darcy placed her coat on one of the hooks, and headed up the stairs.

"Hey" Darcy greeted the detective consultant, "erm…I'm here and-"

"Good for you" Sherlock drawled, he was currently lying on the couch in his blue silk robe.

The red head cocked an eyebrow "So? You fancy helping me up here with my luggage? It's king of heavy and-"

"No" he cut her off; Darcy huffed and dropped her hands to her hips

"Come on, it'll be quicker if you just-"

"No, too dull for me" with that he rolled over to that his back was facing her.

Darcy rolled her eyes "And to think I thought you were a gentleman" she turned on her heel and headed back down the stairs. She grabbed one of the suitcases by its handle and pulled it up, well she tried to but it was heavier than it looked. Throughout the whole journey with her things she had dragged them here.

She gritted her teeth and pulled hard, "Ok one step down another dozen to go" she huffed and tugged again. Darcy blew her stray curls out of her face, "Oh back, my back" she groaned and got another staircase. It was roughly ten minutes later when she was halfway up the staircase. "Nearly there-"

"Not really" a low tone drawled out. Making the red head jump and her grip slacken from the handle, she felt it slip from her hands and her suitcase was sent tumbling down the stairs, it landed with a thump on the floor.

"Bloody hell Sherlock-"she rounded in on him and gasped when she stumbled. Sherlock automatically reached out and grabbed her top but he pushed himself too forward and tipped their weight over.

Darcy yelped when she and Sherlock tumbled down the stairs, the consulting detective just managed to place his large hand behind her head so she didn't smack it against the hard floor

"Oww-"she grunted when they came to a stop. "That-"

"Hurt-"Darcy winced and opened her eyes, the raven head man was sprawled on top of her. "You know this is your fault" Sherlock pointed out.

"Me? How the hell is this my fault?"

"You're the one who dropped your case" Sherlock stated casually, their noses were only a couple of inches apart; he could feel her soft warm body beneath his own. He found it odd but not unpleasant, he was baffled to note that he seem to enjoy it.

"Yeah because you're the one who scared me" she snapped, she accidentally inhaled his scent and couldn't help but like it.

"How on earth did you come to that conclusion?" Sherlock questioned, Darcy canted her head to the side, and they seem to be having a conversation whilst he was still on top of her. "You knew I was in-"

"Yeah but I didn't expect you to creep up on me" she huffed

"I live here, and you would have heard me if you weren't talking to yourself-"Sherlock said before Darcy could respond there was a loud knock in the front door causing her to jump.

"Sherlock?" John called "Hey it's-"

"You mind?" Darcy blushed realising that the detective was still on top of her. Sherlock jumped onto his feet and instead of helping her up he grabbed the case that she had dropped and marched up the stairs.

"So-"

"I'm only doing it because it'll be quicker and I don't want to listen to your incessant ramblings" he called down to her already reaching the top with her case.

"Why not?" she yelled from the bottom of the staircase.

"Darcy?" John could hear the red head on the other side of the door. "Is that you?"

"Yeah. Hold on John" Darcy said clearly "Sherlock?"

"Your ramblings are boring dear" Sherlock yelled and smirked hearing her swear

"Arse" the red head huffed and turned on her heel and headed towards the front door, she unlatched it and pulled it open, revealing a smiling John Watson who was surrounded with his own cases.

"Hi" she smiled and stepped aside allowing John in, the army doctor gathered his things and brushed pass her "I just got here-"she uttered but was distracted when she heard feet pounding against the staircase.

"Sherlock" John greeted the man.

"John-"without another word Sherlock grabbed Darcy's other case and trudged back up the stairs.

"Oh you're helping" John exclaimed "could you-"

"No" Sherlock yelled from upstairs causing Darcy's lips to twitch in amusement.

John rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him.

Soon enough Darcy and John had settled their belongings in their rooms. Darcy walked back into the living room and saw that Sherlock was lying down on the couch.

"Hungry?" John called from the kitchen and glanced around at the mess, it was littered with various test tubes and beakers.

"Starving" Darcy exclaimed heading into the kitchen "Sherlock do you fancy-"

"Ssh I'm thinking" he brushed her off. The red head shook her head and peered into the fridge and saw that it was empty

"And there's no food in here" Darcy sighed and slammed the fridge door shut.

"And hardly any cutlery" John added slamming the cupboard door shut, "we should go shopping."

"Yeah" Darcy headed back into the living room and was about to sit down in the black armchair. "So fancy-"

"No" Sherlock cut her off as John sat in the burgundy coloured armchair.

"What?" she frowned at him.

"That's my chair"

Darcy's eyes widened in disbelief and John held his head in his hands "You're on the couch-"

"But that's my chair-"

"But you're not sitting on it" she snapped. Sherlock narrowed his eyes on her

"Don't-"he warned.

Darcy merely quirked an eyebrow and much to his annoyance she sat down in the chair with a smirk on her lips.

"Uncalled for Darcy-"

"Er yeah it is" she slipped off her shoes and pulled her knees up to her chest. "So what you up to tonight?" she asked John.

"Hmm…oh might do some shopping for the flat" he replied picking up the newspaper. And flipped it open "You?"

"Hmm…oh I got work at six so should be leaving at five" Darcy replied leaning back against the cushy seat. "So fancy some lunch?" she asked it was nearly 1.30pm.

"Hmm…I guess but-"

"God's sake John. Take her out to eat, her stomach is incredibly loud and it's incredibly annoying" Sherlock snapped.

Darcy glared at him "Arse." She stalked off and John winced hearing her loud footsteps. There was a moment of silence and a loud bang.

"What's wrong with her?" Sherlock frowned and sat up John shot him an incredulous look

"Are you serious? Well-"

"I spoke to her before like that and-"

"And she's having a bad day already" John sighed he wasn't too surprised that the red head was annoyed quickly

"Bad day?" Sherlock scoffed "no such thing as-"

"Her landlord propositioned her, and was very crude" John said bluntly "and-"

"What do you mean?" the consulting detective asked with a frown on his face.

"He was suggestive and not pleasant" John dropped the magazine back onto the table. "Well-"

He was cut off when the front door slammed open "JOHN I STORMED OUT YOU'RE MEANT TO FOLLOW-"Darcy yelled from the bottom of the staircase.

"Ah that's my cue-"

Sherlock snorted as he watched the doctor rush out, he laid back down and groaned in annoyance when once again the front door was slammed shut. He remained there for a couple of minutes and sighed.

He needed something to do, and annoying the red head was entertaining, but first he needed to pay a visit to a Mr Hans.


Darcy frowned hearing her alarm beeping she looked over to the alarm clock she had brought and groaned, she was going to be late for work again.

"Bloody hell" she muttered under her breath, earlier she and John had lunch at Angelo's and she was somewhat miffed that Sherlock didn't show up.

The army doctor had left after lunch to do the shopping. She ended up back at the flat and was sorting her things out; she looked around the messy room and saw that it looked like she created more of a mess than actual tidying things up.

Darcy leapt over her bed and grabbed her backpack and coat. She rushed out and her feet pounded down the stairs and flew pass Sherlock who was just coming in.

"Darcy-"he called out after her

"No time" she yelled and slammed the front door behind her.

"God if she only just use her mind" Sherlock muttered under his breath and casually strolled over to the front door, he grabbed the door handle; he pulled the front door open. "Three two one-"just as he got to the number one Darcy rushed back in. "Forget anything?"

"My shoes" she ran back up the stairs, Sherlock spotted her sock clad feet and smirked when she rushed back down.

"You know if you just had listen-"

"Ok arse, I'm already late so don't give me a talking to. Bye" she yelled over her shoulder. Sherlock stepped out onto the stoop and watched as the red head ran down the street.

"Goodbye dear" he hollered and smirked seeing the glare she shot him before she rounded the corner.


"Newbie" Darcy quietly groaned knowing that one of the other nurses was calling her, her nickname was 'newbie' which she didn't appreciate.

"Yes?" she replied curtly turning around, the red head was wearing her scrubs and had her thick hair in a messy bun.

"Can you fix Mrs Grant's cannula and then move on to Mr Wilson?" it was more of a command then an actual request.

"Oh…"Darcy glanced at the files of patients she still had to see "I have my own patients-"

"Thanks it's my time to clock off, and Jenna-"she was referring to one of the other nurses allocated on this ward. "Is late. Bye"

Darcy's jaw clench and watched as the other woman rushed off. "Bitch-"

"I know dearie" she jumped and looked down at the elderly woman who was sprawled out onto the hospital bed.

"Mrs Grant?" she read the name off of the small whiteboard that was nailed to the wall above the headboard. "Let me just get what we need" she smiled and rushed off to find the correct tools for putting a cannula in, when she gathered them Darcy sat back down on the edge of the bed.

"So you're the new kid huh?" Mr Wilson hollered from his bed which was only beside Mrs Grant. Darcy cocked an eyebrow, she glanced down at her watch and saw that it was nearly half one in the morning. "Is no one asleep on this ward?" she asked aloud.

"No honey" Liz called from the other end of the ward, "We old fogies are like…nocturnal, we're up during the night and we're asleep in the day"

"You should go check her for a concussion" Mrs Grant whispered causing the red head to snort.

"So newbie-"

"Ergh please don't call me that" Darcy muttered slipping on the latex gloves. "It's Darcy-"

"Lovely name Darcy, my granddaughter's name is that" the silver haired woman who was in the opposite bed, of where Darcy and Mrs Grant were.

"So kid, they're giving you're a rough time aren't they?" Mr Wilson's gruff voice broke the small bout of silence,

"Hmm…what gave it away?" she said sarcastically as she located the vein in Mrs Grant's wrinkly hand. "Sharp scratch right now-"with that Darcy plunge the needle into the vein and then started to link the Morphine bag to it.

"Well…there was the fact that they gave you their patient's folders." Mr Wilson ticked off.

"Oh and let's not forget that…they gave you the job of doing the most of the rectal exams-"Gary who was another patient called out "thanks for that by the way"

Darcy shook her head, her lips twitched in amusement "You're welcome-"

"Just so you know…" Liz whispered loudly as Darcy placed the IV bag on its stand. "We like you more than the other nurses"

"I should really check her for a concussion" Darcy commented causing the small wing she was on burst out with laughter.

"See that's why we like ya" Gary grinned "Ya know how to have a laugh. Now I think I got something wedged up my-"

"No don't he just wants an attractive woman to touch his arse-"Mr Wilson announced "shut up Gary. Anyway dear soon enough they'd warm up to you" he assured her.

She smiled "Well thanks, you guys should sleep" she murmured and headed back to the nurse's station.

Darcy yawned and ran her hand tiredly down her face; she checked the charts and saw that she had to do their obs. The red head could hear her patience nattering away and couldn't help but smile.

Whoever said old people were boring was totally wrong. She heard quick footsteps coming down the corridor. She leant back on the high stool and saw Molly Hopper hurrying towards her.

"Hi Molly" Darcy smiled

"Do…do you have the blood from Mrs Wilson?-"

"Oh I was just going to take it to the lab you don't have to-"

"No I do" Molly cut her off "Mr Gear said when I got time to get the blood from the wards so they could be tested. So can I have it?"

"Oh sure" Darcy hopped off of the stool and looked around for the blood sample. She picked up the vials and handed them over to the timid woman. "So plans tomorrow or-"

"No" she replied curtly

"Oh" Darcy handed her the blood samples, and thought that would be it so she went back to her list of patience, but she paused feeling a shadow still over her. She slowly looked up and saw that Molly was still there. She cleared her throat "Molly is there-"

"Are you still living with Sherlock?" Molly asked abruptly catching the red head off guard.

"Erm…yes?" she frowned "In fact I I moved in today. He-"

"You can't have him" the brown haired woman snapped and practically ran off. Darcy's eyes widened and shook her head.

"Weird-"she muttered under her breath.

"You got that right" Mrs Grant snorted from her bed; Darcy looked over to the row of beds and saw that most of her patients were still up.

"Wait were you all listening?" Darcy questioned getting on to her feet. She rolled her the trolley that was laden with various things over to the bed; she tugged her stethoscope around her neck and was by Mr Wilson's bed.

"Hard not to" the elderly man snorted "let me tell you dearie that girl…she-"

"Hates you. She wants to stab you where you stand" Liz yelled.

"Ok, Ssh" Darcy hushed the woman, "And thank you I guess" she muttered.

"How comes she don't like you?" Ms Turner asked, she was an overweight woman who was in the far corner of the room.

"Oh she's not the only one who hates her. There's Martha the senior nurse. There's Gary the porter who don't like her…but I think it's because she didn't bend down in front of him…and then there's Craig who is…yeah-"

"Damn" Ms Turner whistled "Why?"

"I think it's the hair-"

Darcy self-consciously touched a strand of her red hair "My hair?" she uttered.

"No I love her hair. It's like it…is on fire" Liz exclaimed

"Oh shut up-"

"Alright ladies would-"

"WOULD YOU ALL SHUT THE HELL UP? SOME OF US OUR TRYING TO SLEEP. AND THEY DON'T LIKE YOU DARCY BECAUSE YOU'RE CLUMSY AND…THEY'RE JUST BRATS. NOW GO SLEEP" Roy shouted, he was a war veteran and came in because he had chest pains.

There was a resounding silence. Darcy stifled a smile seeing the elderly patients all pulling they're covers over themselves. She had to hand it to the war hero he was sure a mighty force.

"He's such a meanie" Mrs Grant muttered, as Darcy bustled about wanting to do all her work before the end of her shift.

"SHUT UP" Roy shouted.


A couple of hours passed and Darcy was at the nurse's station. She yawned and glanced at the time, it was quarter to six. She only had fifteen minutes left. There were other nurses around but they were all in the own clique, god the red head felt like the new kid already, she could already see that her fellow nurses knew each other very well.

She used the back of her hand and covered her mouth as she yawned. There was no major emergency on this ward throughout the night. Darcy glanced behind her hearing a beeping noise; she saw that it was coming from a pager that one of the doctors left behind. But before she could answer it the little device stopped.

Darcy groaned and stretched her arms above her head, her muscles were stiff. She leant back in the chair and could feel her eyes drooping.

"Newbie-"Mary the head nurse snapped, starling the red head. She yelped as the chair flew backwards with her in it. She groaned when she hit the ground. Mary rolled her eyes, and placed her hands on the countertop.

"You bleeding newbie?" she called.

"No" Darcy's strangled voice replied. She stumbled onto her feet and blew stray strands out of her face.

"Good you can go" Mary dismissed her.

"Oh…erm thank you" Darcy smiled and scurried out from behind the nurse's station. She was surprised that the woman let her out five minutes early.

"Newbie-"Mary called, causing the red head to pause for a moment and look at her. Darcy was expecting a harsh comment not what she did get which was a small smile "good job" she told the young nurse.

Darcy smiled and nodded she turned on her heel and walked pass the row of beds heading towards the main corridor so she could get her things from her locker.

"BYE DARCY" her elderly patients yelled out causing her to giggle

"Bye" she waved and left. Mary watched the exchange and shook her head, the elder nurse went to check on Roy.

"She's a good kid ya know" the old man drawled

"I know" Mary smiled she could see that Darcy was clearly talented at what she does.

Darcy sighed and was relieved that she had tomorrow off, but it wasn't the night shift which was ok for her. She didn't want to spend all her nights working. She was now out of her scrubs and as in her street clothes. The nurse had just buttoned her jeans when the locker room doors open.

"Morning Bitch" Scott bounced over to her,

"Morning whore" she countered, the bleach blond haired man whistled

"Oh snap bitch" he clicked his fingers; Darcy smiled and shook her head. Scott shed his jacket revealing the dark blue scrubs he was wearing. "So you got that flat fiasco sorted?"

Darcy buttoned up her coat "Yep, I'm all moved in." she said grabbing her bags.

"Great…so I checked the rota and I found out you've got a night off tonight." Scott said casually and cringed when the red head was repeatedly slamming her locker door trying to make sure it stayed shut.

"Yeah-"

"Let me-"he rolled his eyes and slammed it with enough force so that it didn't pop open. "So I was wondering if you want to go out with me and Rob-"

"Rob?" Darcy cocked an eyebrow

"My boy toy. Come on, you're settled in and you did say you were going to come clubbing with me" Scott uttered, he sighed dramatically when he saw her hesitating. "I know where you live-"

"What? how?"

Darcy pulled the straps of her backpack on, Scott rolled his dark brown eyes "Relax honey I don't stalk you. You live with Sherlock Holmes, and I got his address off of Molly Hopper"

Her eyebrows shot to her hairline "Is she-"

"Baby-girl" Scott dropped his arm around her shoulders and ushered her to the door "if Molly Hopper is stalking Sherlock Holmes, it's not a surprise. Anyway you're coming end of-"he said seriously.

"But-"

"It's a good night out and before some shit comes out of your mouth I got you a dress. So now you have to come" with that Scott shoved a bag into Darcy's arm. "Me and Rob we'll pick you up. Now go away I have work to do-"

"Wait time?" Darcy yelled after him, Scott was quickly hurrying in the opposite direction.

"Hmm…ten and wear black heels with the dress"

"Bloody hell" Darcy muttered, as soon as she got home she was going to sleep for some much needed rest. She exited the hospital doors and stopped at the road; she inhaled the fresh air and smiled. She was finally out of the hospital, no sneering colleagues, no demanding patient; no wiping up vomit no-she was brought crashing back to reality when a cab zoom pass her splashing her.

"Oh come on." she shouted jumping back, her bottom half was drenched. She swore and hurried to the tube station.


Sherlock sprinted up the stairs, it was about seven in the evening and he had just solved the case.

"Sherlock" John called hurrying in, his arms were laden with various shopping bags. The ex-army doctor just managed to catch sight of the consulting detective "Hey-"he rolled his eyes when the front door slammed in his face.

"You could have helped" John grumbled as he followed up the stairs, he bumped into Sherlock's back and frowned noted that the raven head man had stopped, he peered over the taller man's shoulder and sighed.

"What-"

"That's Darcy"

"I know who she is." Sherlock snapped pulling off his thick coat and hanged it up behind the door. John rushed pass him eager to set the bags of food down on the kitchen table, "but what is she doing on my sofa-"

"It's hers too, she does pay for it and-Sherlock what the hell are you doing?" John snapped seeing that Sherlock was leaning over the sleeping red head. "Don't poke her-"he hissed hurrying over to the pair. The consulting detective prodded the sleeping nurse but all she did was grumble something and shifted.

"She's on my sofa-"

"It's ours too" John glowered at the man. Who merely glared back at him. "Let her sleep, she's tired and-"

"She's been sleeping all day. Look at her-"

"Yeah she works-"

Darcy's brows furrowed she was slowly waking up to the sound of voices, her eyes opened she screamed and tumbled off of the sofa seeing John and Sherlock peering down at her. "What the hell?" she yelled

"Oh Darcy-"

"Thank you" Sherlock leapt over her and laid down on the couch, "you snorting gets worse if you lie on your back dear-"he smirked.

Darcy slapped his leg and took John's offered hand, he helped her up "Arse" she scowled at the detective who merely winked, he knew it would annoy her and truth be told Sherlock enjoyed her reaction.

"Darcy how was work?" John asked, she followed him into the kitchen and helped him put away the cutlery he bought.

"Tiring-"

"We can see that. You need to get proper sleep if you want to get rid of those bags" Sherlock drawled.

"Don't react" John shook his head as he unwrapped the packet of spoons he had bought.

"I know he is just so annoying-"

"I can hear you" Sherlock said from the other room.

"Good for you. What about you Sherlock?" Darcy questioned she was placing the spoons in the cutlery pot as John started to unpack the bag of food; the good doctor had gotten a take-away.

"Got a case and solved it. Now are we done with this droll chit chat?" Sherlock jumped on to his feet and stroll over to his roommates. "So food, what did you get John?"

"Chinese. I hope you like fried rice Darcy" John smiled; she managed to find three plates and placed them on the table.

"One of my faves John" she grinned; the trio served themselves and moved into the living room. Where John and Darcy chatted casually with each other and Sherlock putting in a few comments.

Darcy had just managed to finish her meal and quirked an eyebrow hearing Sherlock coughing, she peered at him through her thick lashes.

John was lost in his own world since he was surfing the net on his laptop. She rolled her eyes

"For a genius you really are dense" Darcy grumbled and handed him her glass of water.

"It's the food-"

"Yeah it's stuck in your throat. Now drink" she instructed. Sherlock narrowed his eyes at her and she responded by folding her arms across her chest. She grinned triumphantly when the detective down her glass of water effectively stopping his coughing fit.

"Done?" she stood up and grabbed the dishes.

"On no Darcy you don't-"

"It's fine John, you bought the food" she waved him off, she leant over Sherlock causing him to inhale her lovely scent. He swallowed seeing the pale column of her throat, and he just managed to glance at the smooth skin of her collar bone.

"Thank you" Sherlock said quietly, surprising the red head. Darcy had just picked up his plate and was expecting the tall man to go back to thinking or whatever.

"You're welcome" he was miffed when she gave him a genuine smile. She took his plate and was about to go and do the washing up but saw the time. "You do the washing up" she dumped the plates in front of Sherlock

"Darcy-"

"I have to get ready" she shouted and left.

"John?"

"No Sherlock you're doing it" John said not even looking away from the screen. When he didn't hear any movement he looked over to Sherlock and saw that the consulting detective was still sitting on his armchair. "Sherlock?"

"Where is Darcy going so late at night?" he frowned and steeple his fingers beneath his chin.

"She's probably going to have a fun night out" John shrugged his shoulders, not that concerned after all the red head was a grown woman.

"What do you think?" Darcy announced emerging from her bedroom and appeared in the living room. She was wearing the dress that Scott had given her; it was a short teal coloured dress and was cut low in the back.

"Wow" John gaped at the sight of her, "You…look…wow-"

Darcy blushed and smoothed down her hair, she had pinned one side of it up. "Thanks I think-"

"Oh Darcy" Mrs Hudson appeared at the doorway "You look great, doesn't she Sherlock?"

Sherlock's bright eyes snapped over to her, his eyes roamed over her figure and lingered on her smooth legs, Darcy was oblivious to his gaze, she was putting her earrings on.

"Your legs look longer when you wear heels. It's attractive" Sherlock commented causing the room's occupants to look at him.

"Erm…thank you?" she uttered not sure if he was complimenting her. Mrs Hudson nudged John who was sipping his tea,

"He fancies her" the elderly landlady whispered causing John to snort.

"Darcy you're more likely to get attack if you go out like that. Wear a coat" Sherlock drawled and went back to reading his book.

Darcy shook her head and bid them goodbye. She told John not to wait up.


"Bloody hell Sherlock was right" Darcy muttered under her breath, she had a slight buzz but she wasn't completely drunk out of her mind. She tightened her sweater around her shivering form and picked up her pace.

Darcy had met Scott's boyfriend and he was nice enough, they had spent a couple of hours clubbing where her fellow nurse got hammered, along with the hairdresser. When it was nearing two in the morning Darcy took charge and used the last of her spare cash on a cab for the sizzled couple, she wasn't going to lie she did have fun. But now all she wanted to do was go back to bed.

Darcy was forced to take the tube home and was now currently walking down the street, her feet were killing her. She made a vow that this would be the last time she ever wore heels. Her breath hitched hearing footsteps behind her; she ignored it and pushed on. So she sped up her pace

"Oh shit" she muttered hearing that whoever was behind her matched her pace. Darcy took quick right and could make out Bakers Street right up ahead. Her heart was racing in her chest; she calmed down realising that she couldn't hear anyone following her now. Darcy looked over her shoulder and saw that the street was deserted; she yelped when she felt a hand grabbing her wrist and pulled her into an alleyway.

"Hey-"

"Shut the fuck up" the man snarled, he slammed his hand over her mouth and pinned her against the wall. Darcy's scream came out muffled her eyes were wide with fright; she could smell the alcohol coming off of him in waves. "Now you're a pretty little girl" her eyes clenched shut when she felt his hand sliding up her leg, "love the dress-"

"I knew that dress would get you in trouble" a familiar voice drawled "Now get away from her-"

Darcy's green orbs landed on Sherlock who had a scowl on his face.

"I don't think so-"the man scowled

The detective rolled his eyes "Listen you foolish man" Sherlock sneered feeling a sprout of anger in the pit of his gut seeing the other man touching her. "You're too drunk to do anything. If you put up a fight or even attempt to punch you will miss. Now let go of her" he snapped.

"Oh yeah let's see if I miss this then" the drunkard slurred, she felt his grip slacken freeing her legs. Darcy kicked him hard and ran pass him, she stumbled in her heels. Sherlock grabbed her hand and shoved her behind him.

"You little-"

Sherlock surprised Darcy and the man by punching the baseball wearing man in the face. In retaliation he hit him back

"Sherlock-"Darcy grabbed his arms when he staggered back. "What-"her eyes were wide when Sherlock easily knocked the man out.

"Come" he commanded Darcy, but when she didn't move he grabbed her hand and led her home.

"Please don't tell me you're in shock" his voice was low and curt. They were finally in the flat; he shut the door behind them. "I don't want to deal with a hysterical woman and John is-"

"I am not hysterical you arse" Darcy shoved him "Just surprised." She headed upstairs and pulled off her sweater, she slipped off her heels. Sherlock strode pass her and laid back down on the couch.

"Surprise why?" he asked curiously

"I don't know…just someone-coming to my rescue. That hasn't happened in a long time" she confided in him, turning the light on. "You're hurt" she saw his bloodied lip; the man must've hit Sherlock harder than she thought.

"It's fine" Sherlock rested his head on the pillow. Her words were echoing around his head, so she wasn't expecting to be rescued. His eyes snapped opened when he felt something cool against his lips. His eyes met a pair of jade green ones. "What?"

"Don't move let me just clean you up" she murmured, her breath washed over his face. Sherlock's pulse quickened feeling the soft pads of her fingers against his lips, "John is asleep I'm guessing" she uttered.

Sherlock watched her carefully as she worked and noted that the light brought out the paleness of her skin. When she was done she sat back.

"Erm…"

"The colour suits you" Sherlock said lightly grazing the hem of her dress, she felt goose-bumps arise when his digits graze her leg.

"It's late" Darcy abruptly stood up and turned on her heel. Sherlock sighed and shook his head. He closed his eyes but once again they snapped opened when Darcy kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you Sherlock. I mean it" she whispered into his ear.

"Anytime. It was fun" Sherlock drawled "Goodnight dear" he called after her retreating form.

"Goodnight arse" she hollered back, he chuckled and heard her shutting her bedroom door shut.

Sherlock raised his hand to his cheek and could still feel the tingly sensation of where she had kissed him. Now this was a new experience to him, he mused.


AN: Apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes. A big thank you to those who reviewed.

So in this chap-Moving day for Darcy and John. John tells her she's leaving her old flat after hearing what her landlord said. Darcy says goodbye to crazy cat lady. She ends up being in the same cab as the one her and John took before. Sherlock ends up helping. There a few moment between the pair. Sherlock and Darcy bicker, her and John getting on well. And he goes after her when she storms out. Sherlock visits Mr Hans. We see Darcy and her chatty patients where they all know she is hated by other staff members. Brief appearence from Molly. Darcy goes clubbing and Sherlock compliments her. But tells her she's likely to be attacked. Which happens. But he comes to her rescue. A moment between the pair in the end.

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