I took a few steps before my phone beeped. I took my phone out of my coat pocket, continuing to walk down the street.

Hey, Pumpkin. Your mum and I are glad to hear you found a place to live; we know how much you hate boarding with other people. Your mum sent all your boxes earlier this evening so they should all be there in a few days. I'm on a case, so I'll call you when I can. I love you, Princess. BE GOOD!

Papa

I smirked, "Not likely, dad. Not likely." I murmured to myself. I locked my phone back up, and was about to slide it back in my pocket, when I ran into somebody.

I squeaked as I landed, ass first, on the hard, cold sidewalk. My phone went skidding under a car parked on the street.

"Sherlock! Be careful!" I blew my hair out of my face as a hand appeared. My eyes followed the arm attached to the hand until I made it to a face. The blonde haired man with blue, concerned eyes, asked, "Are you Okay? I'm sorry about my friend. He's a bit….well, anyways let me help you up."

I smiled up at him gratefully and took his hand. Once I was standing up straight, I brushed my butt off and tucked my hair behind my ears. "Yeah, I'm alright, Thanks. Though I think I lost my-"

A pale hand with long, slender fingers manifested themselves, my cellphone in its grasp. "Here. You should watch where you're going next time."

I gently took my phone from the hand, and looked down at my feet, embarrassed. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that."

"Hmm…yes. I hope the text from your father had something to say which was important enough to become grounded out of you own sheer stupidity."

Shocked, I finally looked at the savior of my phone. And my God was I happy I did. Blue eyes with the oddest golden flecks near the pupil, black curly hair, and cheek bones you could cut yourself on. His face was contorted with, what I could only assume boredom.

His blonde haired friend glared at him. "Stop being rude, Sherlock."

'Sherlock' (what an odd name….) opened his mouth to protest, but I beat him to it. "no, It's okay. He's right. It was a bit stupid. Though I didn't expect many people out on the street at this time of night." I excitedly took a step closer to the dark beauty, "Tell me, how did you know it was my father who text me?"

He scoffed. "Simple really. I can tell from the way you walk on the right side of the sidewalk, instead of the left, that you are from America, not the UK. The type of smile that was on your face is usually reserved for family members, usually parents. Telling by your arms you are rather fit, which more likely points that you were talking to a strong father, or father-type figure, who is either in the military or the criminal justice field, Most likely the latter, who as raised you to be as strong as any man to make up for the fact that you are not one."

I stared, mouth agape, as his friend slowly shook his head.

"How…That was amazing! How did you do that? I mean, did you just use simple deduction or have you been stalking me? I really hope it was just deduction."

Both men looked a little taken aback for a moment before a small smile spread across 'Tall-Dark-and-handsome's' face. "It was just deduction, I assure you."

We stared at each other, small smiles on our faces, for a bit before the older blonde man interrupted, "Uh, I'm John. John Watson. And this is my friend, Sherlock Holmes."

I laughed, to the utter curiosity of my new companions. "The John Watson and Sherlock Holmes? What a weird coincidence that I meet you two, of all people, randomly on the street. You are hardly as annoying as my Uncle makes you out to be, Mr. Holmes. A bit rough around the edges, but not too intolerable."

Sherlock and John both glanced at each other, as if the other would know what the hell I was talking about or how I knew them. Once they figured out neither of them knew a damn thing, Sherlock decide to ask.

"And who is your Uncle, now?"

I smirked, "Your own favorite DI Lestrade, of course. Well, adoptive Uncle."

John looked shocked, while Sherlock looked confused, and replied, "I didn't know Greg had a niece."

I shrugged. "I guess I'm just a well-kept family secret then." I said jokingly.

I involuntarily shivered as a cold breeze sauntered its way around us. Sherlock seemed to notice. "Would you like to come in for some tea? John makes a decent cup."

Now it was John's turn to stare with his mouth open. I'm not surprised, from what I've heard Sherlock Holmes is not one to extend pleasantries.

That being said, I sure the hell wasn't going to say no to something that may never happen again, let alone skip the chance to be around someone of his genius.

"I'd love too."

Short, but Shirley is in it, so that's good!...Right? If you cant tell i have low self esteem so i constantly seek validation. Bl HA!

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~OhMyWatson