This chapter is dedicated to the lovely stanleydoodles for inspiring me. If you haven't already, go and read stanley's Sherlock story, its freakin' fantastic.

Dedications to my Story Alerters! You are so greatly appreciated, and make me so happy.

Anais POV

I sighed deeply as I leaned back further into my Uncles chair, my feet up and crossed on his desk. Uncle Greg had been gone for 3 hours now, and I was getting restless. I had finished my book, and was now looking for a flat online, which was an annoying feat in itself. All were either too big for just me, too expensive, or just plain shifty looking.

I closed my laptop and brought my feet off the desk, replacing them with my crossed arms which I laid my head in. I really didn't want to live with my uncle. Don't get me wrong, I love the man to death, but I'm not one who really cares for roommates. That and I am quite 'messy'. Well, it's not mess to me. Sure I like to live a bit cluttered, but to me its comfortable chaos. Everything has its place and I always know where everything is. But, most people can't stand living in my little nest of random crap.

I grunted, frustrated, and turned my head in my arms. I feel my brows furrow, and I sit up, angry with myself. "REALLY? How did I not think of that? Has technology really taken over that much?" I palmed my forehead and reached over the desk and grabbed today's newspaper that my uncle had left on his desk.

I leaned back again, newspaper and pen in hand, cursing myself for being so dense. I flipped to the 'housing' section and started using my new found 'search engine' to look for a place to live.

Too big.

Too small.

Too….expensive.

Too…ew.

Too….hold on a second.

I sat up excited. It was perfect! Right above a coffee shop (YES!), two bedrooms (perfect, I need an office.), one and a half bath, a large living room, newly remodeled kitchen, and full amenities.

Sold.

I looked at the bottom of the ad for the address.

230 Baker Street.

I left a note for my uncle to call me and jumped in the first cab I could hail.

SHSHSHSHSH

"Well this is it. It's nothing too special, but perfect for a young lady like you." The scruffy landlord muttered, scratching his rotund belly.

I smiled as I looked around the place. It was better than even I imagined. Spacious, but still cozy, exactly what I wanted. The walls would need to be painted or wallpapered (I'm not much of an ecru person), but that's simple.

I spun on my heel and faced the landlord, Gerry, and smiled, "I'll take it!"

He looked startled. "Really? Uh…okay. I'll go get the paperwork."

He turned and walked out of the apartment, looking back at me once curiously.

It's okay. I'm used to most people thinking I'm off my rocker.

I walked into the kitchen and hopped up on one of the marble counter tops. I slid my phone out of my pocket and sent a text to my father, since it's more likely he would reply to that than answer his phone while at work.

Hey Papa, guess what? I found a flat! So if you and mom could send my stuff now to uncle Greg's house, Id appreciate it. I love you, and miss you lots. Call me when you can, mm'kay? Now, go catch a killer for me, tiger!

AL

Gerry walked back in with the paperwork right as I hit send.

I smiled, I'm finally home.

SHSHSHSHSH

Thank god that's over with.

I had just finished furniture shopping, well mainly bed shopping since that was the most important and the delivery men just left after setting it up for me.

My uncle had called a few hours ago, apologizing profusely about getting caught up in his case and not spending my first day in London with me. I told him it was okay, I'm not one for relaxing anyways. I always have to be on the move, doing something to keep my brain occupied. Hence, why I was so happy to find and apartment so quickly and why I went shopping for furniture shopping immediately after signing the lease.

Yeah, I'm not good at sitting around….

Uncle Greg sounded a bit sad that I wouldn't be staying with him, but he know it's not anything personal. I'm just a pain to live with, and quite frankly, I love my uncle too much to put him through that.

I checked my phone for the time. 8:oo pm.

And I'm not even tired. I guess jet lag doesn't exist to my body.

SHSHSHSHSH

12:00 am.

I had set up all the new furniture I got (a couch, lots of book cases, a desk, and a t.v.) and organized what little I had with me, and I am STILL wide awake.

Grunting, I got up off my leather couch and grabbed my jacket, scarf, and gloves, and headed outside. I should probably check out my new neighborhood. All I've seen is the coffee shop under me and the furniture shop two blocks down. I doubt any food places are open, but I'm not that hungry anyways.

I walked out of the flat and down the stairs descending the side of the rest of the building, by passing the coffee shop's separate entrance.

Once I made it to the sidewalk I looked left, then right, trying to decide which way to go.

I went right.

And oh, how right it was.

:B Soooo, I lied. Sherlock will be in the next one. PROMISE! I am working on it right now. Really. I am.

Seriously!

~OhMyWatson

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