Lizzy hadn't actually seen Sherlock since the impromptu barging in of her ap- WHY. Flat. She had, however, certainly been hearing him.

Slam.

"JOHN!"

Lizzy promptly fell off of her couch.

Pulling herself up, she glared balefully at the door. This had been happening all day. ALL. DAY. Various slammings, yellings, screeching of violin-ings, stompings, more yellings. Just a bunch of loud annoying noises.

John, on the other hand, had stopped by earlier that day and apologized in advance for any upcoming annoyances. He really was a sweet man… Lizzy smiled to herself as she went back to unpacking her box. Minus the noise, she had been happy today. Her new apartment- Or flat. She was sick of correcting herself- was finally pulling together and looking like a real home.

Her head snapped up when there was a knock at the door. Before she was even out of her cross-legged position, it popped open and there was Sherlock, standing there, staring down his nose at her.

"That's rude," Lizzy snapped at him.

"What is?" Sherlock really did look confused. "I knocked. John said to knock…"

Lizzy stared at him. Did he really not get it?

Sherlock shrugged and continued on. "I am in need of milk."

"And?" Lizzy guessed he was probably hinting that he wanted hers, but in a fit of childishness, she decided to make him ask.

"And, you have some, so I want it."

Lizzy was floating in a state of disbelief. It was painfully obvious that this man had problems, so much so, that she was quite flabbergasted.

"You.. do know you are supposed to ask, right? You know, with a 'please' and stuff?" she said.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "So I've been told…" he muttered, before taking a breath and saying quickly- "I would like your milk please."

Lizzy rubbed her forehead. That wasn't exactly a question, or polite, but she'd let it slide. "Fine."

"Excellent!" And he strode right into her kitchen.

"E-excuse me! No! Bad Sherlock!"

Sherlock turned around and stared at her disbelievingly.

"Uh.. heheh.. sorry," Lizzy muttered, looking away awkwardly. Luckily, Sherlock merely rolled his eyes and turned away, flinging her refrigerator open dramatically and withdrawing the milk. Lizzy held back a groan as she rubbed her temples.

Sherlock began to exit the flat, jug of milk in hand, and Lizzy decided to not even say anything about returning it. From what she could tell, she'd probably never see it again.

Her door slammed and she groaned, not able to decide if she was extremely annoyed, or highly amused.

A muffled cry of "John!" reached her ears and she was washed over by a wave of pity for Sherlock's poor flat mate. Picking up her coffee mug from the floor, she went into the kitchen and filled it up. She'd certainly be needing it, if she intended to finish the living room up.

Opening the fridge she stared at where the milk was.

Or, used to be.

Sighing, she picked her mug up and said to it, "He is proving to be a problem, no?"

Her door banged open and she dropped the mug, which shattered into delightful little shards.

"Have you seen John?" Sherlock asked stoically.

"Uh… Nope." Lizzy looked at him, feeling very baffled.

Sherlock muttered something under his breath.

"Have you seen a skull anywhere?'

"A what?"

Sherlock muttered again.

Lizzy shook her head and went in search of her broom. When she returned, she peered into her living room, and there was no Sherlock to be found.

"What was that?" she asked the broom.

The broom had nothing to say, Sherlock however, piped up from around the corner- "Have you been kidnapped recently?"

That really threw Lizzy off-track. "Huh?"

"I'll take that as a no."

Sherlock elbowed past her, skirted around the broken glass, and began nosing around her cupboards.

"Uh, what are you doing here? Exactly?" Lizzy asked

Sherlock huffed. "I finished my case. It was boring."

"Uh… that doesn't really… answer my question."

Sherlock whirled around.

"You are an exceedingly boring person."

Lizzy raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

Sherlock seemed to be eying her up and down. Not in a perverted way, but like she was some extremely dull cup, not worth his time.

"Your full name is Elizabeth Julia Naevee. You are twenty-six years old. You had a boring, stereotypical childhood full of white picket fences and picnics. You made the decision to move because you were feeling restless and tired of your small town. You didn't come straight here from Washington, you spent several months in Florida first, probably visiting friends or family, of which you have few. You don't like to be reminded of your college years and you absolutely detest your uncle. You like dogs and cats both, but prefer guinea pigs for some strange reason. You have a fondness for action films, but nothing too gory, and you have a strict aversion to romantic films. You like to read, preferentially the classics, but occasionally a well-written science-fiction novel. This morning you spilled your coffee while making it, nothing new, this happens almost every morning, which is why you don't change until you've finished drinking it. You haven't done anything but unpack, you don't plan on sightseeing until that task is complete, and when you do start going around, you plan on going to the London Eye first. As I said. Boring."

Sherlock stepped over the broken glass and went into her living room, flopping onto the couch.

Lizzy stared at him, her mouth wide open.

"What was that?"

"It's called deducing," Sherlock drawled.

Lizzy was silent for a bit.

"Well that's dumb."

Sherlock sat straight up.

"What?" The look on his face was absolutely priceless.

"What's the use of it?" Lizzy shrugged. "You seemed to just enjoy flapping your intellectual superiority in my face, just to tell me a bunch of things I already know." She waved her her hands slightly.

"I use it to solve cases…" Sherlock said slowly, looking at her like she was the biggest idiot in the history of the earth.

"So you're a detective?"

"Consulting."

"Huh?"

"Consulting detective. Only one in the world," Sherlock sniffed.

"Ohhhhh…" Lizzy nodded. "I still don't think much of your deducing. And I won't until I see it actually being useful. As of right now… I think you're a pompous git." She shook her head sadly.

Sherlock was staring at her, looking slightly outraged.

Lizzy stared back, one eyebrow raised and a hand on her hip.

There was silence.

"Shoo."

Sherlock looked even more outraged. "Excuse me?"

Lizzy waved her hands at him, like he was a pesky fly (and that's exactly how she was viewing him). "Shoo!"

Sherlock's face was blank.

"Go on. Go to your man-cave and do whatever it is you do to amuse yourself. I have things to do and you're irritating me." She flapped her hands again.

Sherlock slowly stood up, eyeing her like she was suddenly going to pounce and rip his throat out.

"Shoo!" Lizzy glared at him.

He backed out of her door, and kept his eyes on her for as long as possible as he closed it, which Lizzy tried to pretend wasn't unnerving in the slightest.

As soon as the door clicked shut, she began sweeping up the glass, and muttered to the shards, "He's got problems."

A/N: Ok, so hey yeah I'm updating *.* Woot!

I feel kinda iffy about this chapter but whatevs. Hopefully it will get more interesting next chapter! :)

I still feel really weird about this chapter… *sigh* What do you guys think of Lizzy so far? I am thinking she's meh. Of course I think a lot of things are meh right now, so I have no right to say anything.. OH wait yes I do I wrote this… *facepalm* I'm trying to make her kinda clueless, yet sassy… but not totally stupid? Is it working? Or am I failing… ._.

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