Chapter 4: Jo.

A/N: I'm so sorry I've taken ages to update this, I've just been trying to get my Waterloo Road fic updated and write a new one-shot whilst trying to revise for the 3 exams that I have coming up this week! This one's a bit of a boring/in-betweeny bit like the first chapter, I promise I'll get to the good stuff in the next few chapters!

Jo slept well that night. She seemed to just drift off happily into a deep, dreamless sleep. That is, until she was woken up at half past eight the following morning by the sound of her phone buzzing on her bedside table. She slowly opened her eyes and reached out, picking the phone up. She squinted at the brightness of the phone's screen (way too bright for this early in the morning) and found that she had a text from an unknown number. Cautiously, she opened the text. It read:

Baker Street, 10:30. See you there.

SH

Jo smiled slightly to herself and placed her phone back on the bedside table. 'Just half an hour more's sleep..' She grumbled, setting her alarm clock for 9am and pulling the covers back over her.

Jo opened her eyes again sleepily as soon as she could hear the piercing sound of her alarm clock filling her ears. 'Why did I agree to this again?' She muttered to herself as she switched the alarm clock off and dragged herself out of bed. She groggily rubbed her blue eyes and sloped into the bathroom. Breakfast can wait, she thought to herself as she stepped into the shower. She turned the shower on and let the water cascade down her shoulders, planning what to wear as she at least wanted to look presentable.

Jo quickly washed herself and her hair and got out of the shower. She checked what the time was again, just to make sure she had plenty of time to eat, get dressed and to sort her hair and makeup out. She wrapped a towel around herself and headed back into her bedroom. She was too tired to eat, and she wasn't particularly hungry, either. She opened her wardrobe doors and scanned through her clothes for a few minutes. Eventually, she decided on a pair of skinny jeans, her favourite top, a black leather jacket and some flats. She laid them out on the bed and put her underwear on, then pulled her hairdryer out of one of the drawers.

Jo sleepily dried her hair, still only half-awake. She quickly put the hairdryer away and brushed her hair, her dark brown ringlets hanging just below her shoulders. Sod it, she thought. I'll just leave it like this for today.. She slowly got dressed and pulled her makeup bag out, heading back into the bathroom. When she reached the bathroom, she put her makeup bag down on the sink, taking out her favourite mascara and lipstick. She took her time to do her makeup, seeing as it was only 9:30 the last time she'd checked her watch.

When she was finished, Jo put her makeup bag back in her bedroom and grabbed her handbag from where she'd left it the previous night. She checked that she had plenty of money for a cab and a cup of coffee, and she grabbed her keys, heading out of the door. She locked up and walked out of her block of flats and onto the busy London street. The wind lightly ruffled her hair and Jo stepped out onto the kerb. She stuck her hand out, hailing a black cab. She smiled at the driver as she stepped into the back seat of the taxi. '221b Baker Street, please,' she grinned as she clipped in her seatbelt.

The taxi lurched slightly into movement and they sped down the roads. Jo pulled her phone out of her pocket, deliberating whether or not she should text Sherlock to let him know that she was on her way. She decided against it, thinking that he would probably already know that she was. The cab journey was fairly short, and the driver soon stopped outside 221b. 'That's four quid then, love,' he said, smiling at her.

Jo pulled out four pound coins from her purse and handed them to the cabbie. 'Thanks!' She got out of the cab and closed the door behind her. She noticed that there was some kind of coffee shop within a few metres of the flat and Sherlock wasn't outside yet, so she decided to run in and quickly grab a cup of coffee to wake her up a little bit. She quickly went in, paid for her coffee and waited for them to make it, and she was in and out of the shop in five minutes flat.

Jo quickly walked out of the coffee shop and back down the road as she saw another cab pull up outside. A smile crossed her face as Sherlock stepped out of it, turned around and smiled at her just as she reached the flat. Jo felt her stomach flip slightly as she walked up the step with Sherlock, still smiling a little bit. She decided to dismiss it as nerves, since she was looking at a flat with almost a complete stranger.