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*edges in*

*tosses chapter*

*runs for life*

Lizzy hefted the shopping bags over to one arm, nearly falling over in the process. Opening the door, she stepped into the hallway. Casting a glance up at 221B, she trudged down the stairs to her own ap- flat. Why can't she ever get that right? She dug through her pocket for the key, almost dropping the bags in the process.

"I'm starting to think you're full of trouble, not food," she muttered to the shopping bags. Looking up, she froze.

The door to her.. flat- yes! Victory! - was not closed.

She distinctly remembered shutting it. And locking it. And checking it twice. And warning it, that if it opened while she was gone, it would die. "You're dead," she muttered to the door. Peering in the crack, she saw somebody was rifling through one of her as of yet unpacked boxes.

This person was very tall. A very tall man. A very tall, very threatening looking man.

Without taking her eyes off of the intruder, she slowly reached down and grabbed a can out of her bag. She honestly couldn't believe that he hadn't heard her yet. Maybe he thought she lived in a different apar- darn it all- flat. Or maybe he was deaf. That would be a definite plus. But highly unlikely.

As she pushed the door open, she didn't pause and think that it would be a better idea to go up to Mrs. Hudson's flat and call whatever their number for the police was. Instead, she crept across the floor and as she did so raised the can slightly.

Just before she reached Mr. Impertinent (his new name, since he had the cheek to break in to her apartment. Well… news flash for him. She had a can), he turned around.

Dang it. He couldn't have waited? she thought, irritated. In a few seconds she had taken in most of what he looked like. He was tall (that was already established), he had a mop of curly black hair, and very bright blue-ish, gray-ish eyes. Wait… why was he wearing a bathrobe?

He slowly looked from her, to the can, and back.

He proceeded to raise an eyebrow.

And then proceeded chuckle.

Lizzy felt herself grow indignant. "What are you laughing at?"

"You really think you can take down a male, twice your size, with a soup can?" He had a very deep, slightly familiar voice. Lizzy narrowed her eyes, "Come a little closer and maybe we'll find out," she growled. He ceased chuckling and turned back to the box he had been rummaging through.

"A fan of the classics I see?" he said casually, holding up a book.

Lizzy's eyes widened and she started spluttering. "Y-you.. what's wrong with you!? I come back and find some weirdo in a bathrobe rummaging through my stuff, and said weirdo laughs at me, and continues rummaging!"

"Dressing gown."

"Excuse me?" Lizzy, asked, thoroughly confused.

"It's a dressing gown. Not a bathrobe," he sneered.

Lizzy stayed very still, no movement whatsoever, excepting the slight twitching of her right eye. Then, realization chose that moment to dawn. She pointed her finger at him and started shaking it from side to side. He straightened up and stared at her as if she had grown a flower out of her ear.

"You," she chuckled sarcastically. "You're Sherlock aren't you?"

He was silent for a moment before he said, with no small amount of blandness, "Obviously." He turned to another box and said, "I would put away your food before your ice cream melts."

"Obvious- Hey! How did you know I bought ice cream?"

"I was looking through your freezer and noticed you were low. So, naturally, you have bought more." He ripped the tape off of the box, plopped himself on the ground, and began digging through it.

Lizzy felt herself start to get irritated. More so than she was five minutes ago. "May I ask- Sherlock- why you are digging through my things?"

"Bored," he drawled.

"B-bored. You were… bored. Bored?!" Lizzy choked out. "How did you even get in here?"

"Picked the lock."

"Oh… I'm going to…"

"Going to what? Kill me? Highly improbable, considering your only weapon at the moment is a can of clam chowder," he said, examining a picture from her graduation.

Lizzy felt her eye resume it's twitching. She leaned over and snatched the picture out of his hand.

"Out. Get out!"

Sherlock got up and walked towards the door. "I shall see you in about…" He took out his phone- "Ten minutes. And don't forget to put away your food." He poked the bags with his foot.

"Don't you dare come back down here!" she threatened.

"Oh, I won't. You'll invite me back," was Sherlock's breezy reply. And then the door clicked shut behind his back.

Lizzy growled and opened the door, after she was sure he was gone, picking up the bags. Stomping into the kitchen, she slammed the can of clam chowder onto the counter.

"A lot of help you were," she growled at the innocent can of soup.

She proceeded to cram the food into the fridge. She took the ice cream and a spoon out, and stomped into the living room.

She froze when she heard a horrible screeching noise, that could only belong to a violin. A horribly tortured violin. And instincts told her, that this sound was coming from Sherlock.

She sat on her couch, eating ice cream, and attempting to ignore the grating noise… but alas. It proved too irritating.

She oh-so-carefully set the ice cream onto the coffee table, and walked serenely over to the door. Opening it slowly, she took a deep breath;

"FINE. I GIVE UP!" She slammed the door and stomped back over to the couch. Mere seconds later, Sherlock was striding through the door, a self satisfied-smirk on his face. Totally ignoring her presence, he walked back over to the box he had been rummaging through and plopped himself back down.

"What do you think you're doing?" she said, her voice dangerously calm.

"What I was doing-" Sherlock looked at his phone. "-Ten minutes ago."

Lizzy restrained a growl and shoved another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. Something told her she wouldn't be able to get him to stop.

After a few minutes, a cellphone rang. It was Sherlock's.

"This better be good."

Lizzy rolled her eyes. Who answered their phone like that? Duh… Apparently Sherlock did. That didn't surprise her.

"Excellent."

Sherlock shot up and strode out of the door.

Lizzy stared after him. She looked down at the ice cream. "What was that all about?"

She scowled petulantly.

"Not even a 'Thank You'. Not even a 'Bye'. I let him ruffle through my box out of the kindness of my heart."

She heard feet pounding down the stairs and the door out of the flat slam.

"What a jerk."

A/N: *creeps in with shield*

I'm sososososoosososososososososooooo *gasp* sososososoososossosooso sorry for taking so loooong.

But Lizzy met Sherlock sooooo… Heh. Maybe you won't kill me?

How was it? *leans forward in anticipation*

Hmmm?

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