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The alarm broke through Emily's dreams at 6am the next morning, a Monday. Although she had never been a great early riser, the thought of her new life spurred her into getting up within five minutes. After grabbing a quick shower without washing her hair, she swiftly dressed in her pants, sports bra, running leggings and hoody. After pulling her brown hair into a high ponytail, she added socks and trainers to the outfit.

After a breakfast of toast, jam, boiled egg and fruit juice, she brushed her teeth, grabbed some essentials for work and walked out the door.

'Oof!'

Emily collided with a mass. Looking up, she realised it was a guy. A rather cute guy actually. Short sandy hair, nice eyes, friendly smile, and rubbing his chest where she had bumped into him. She noticed another taller man standing behind him, watching them with an exasperated look on his face. Emily figured they must be the two men that lived upstairs. Mrs Hudson had mentioned them when she was showing Emily around.

'I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking, I'm Emily, Emily Turner.'

'Hi, John Watson, nice to meet you. You're the new lodger I take it? Oh, this is Sherlock Holmes.' He motioned to the man behind him.

'Of course it's the new lodger John. A woman coming out of 221C at 6.30am on a Monday morning. Who else could it possibly be?' The man rolled his eyes and sighed, 'Boring, I need to find out who has the black shirt.'

Emily was taken back by his words. 'Oh sorry, I'll get out of your way, I'm heading out to work anyway.'

John Watson gave her an apologetic look, 'What do you do, work at a gym?' He glanced down at her outfit.

'Oh come on John, obvious she's a dog walker. Sports clothing for the activity, Small plastic bags in her pocket along with a packet of dog treats. That brand isn't the healthiest for dogs by the way. You can see the bulge where her Ipod is strapped round her upper left arm and the headphones are tucked into her hood for now, drown out the sound of those animals barking. A spare lead poking out of her backpack and from the sounds of it a metal dish and bottle of water. There, dog walker. Now come on, we are busy.' And with that he bounded up the stairs.

Emily just stared open mouthed at the retreating figure of Sherlock Holmes. 'How..I Mean…What was that?'

John sighed deeply. 'Sorry, he's always like that, he can figure out who you are by looking at what you're wearing, holding, little clues that others would normally miss. Very smart, but a complete arse.' He smiled at her.

Emily smiled back, 'Ok, umm, well I really have to go. I suppose I'll see you around?'

'Yeah, definitely, in fact, maybe we could get a coffee sometime, introduce each other properly? Are you free anytime today?'

'Umm, I should be free about 11.30 for an hour, if that suits you? I'll be working near here, so I could call back for a bit.'

John smiled, 'Perfect, when you're back, just call on up. I'll see you then.'

'See you then.' With a smile, she gave him a small wave and walked out the main door.

Her mind turned back to Sherlock Holmes. What the hell was that? She was perplexed by what she had just witnessed. I mean, yes she had all the items he had listed on her person, but how could he figure out the dog treats? They were open and they gave off a faint smell, but who specialised in dog treat brands! But John seemed nice; she was looking forward to having a coffee with him. It would be good to have a friend here. Right now though, she had fifteen minutes to pick up three dogs.

At 11.40, Emily knocked on the door to 221B. She was slightly nervous of meeting Sherlock again, she wasn't sure she wanted him to do his thing on her again. It was a bit intimidating. John opened the door and smiled before his eyes widened slightly as he took her in.

'Wow, umm, you look a bit different from..umm..this morning. Come in, please. Sherlock's away out.'

Emily smiled. She did look a bit different. 'Thanks John.' She followed him up to the living room. She relaxed slightly when she heard Sherlock wouldn't be there.

'Take a seat, I'll get the coffee, milk, sugar?'

'Milk, no sugar please.'

'Coming up.' With one more sidelong look at her, he disappeared into the kitchen.

Emily looked around her, the room was definitely bigger than downstairs, but much more cluttered. Books and papers filled every surface. But it was cosy, she noticed small things that made her grin, a yellow smiley face painted on the wall, a union jack cushion on one of the chairs, and a..hang on..was that a skull on the mantelpiece? Shaking her head, she took a seat in the chair opposite the one with the cushion.

John came back into the room carrying two cups and a plate of biscuits and set them down on the table. He handed her one of the cups.

'Thanks.' She took it from him.

'No problem, so do you normally go dog walking in a skirt and heels?' John asked as he sat in the seat opposite her.

Emily grinned. She did look a bit different from when he had seen her this morning. Compared to the sporty look from earlier, she was now wearing a pencil skirt, purple blouse and black heels. He shoulder length brown hair had been straightened and fell loosely round her oval face.

'Ah, that was my morning shift, I'm a dog walker from seven to eight every weekday morning. The I came home and changed for my shift as a receptionist in an estate agents, hence the outfit you see now.'

'Wow, two different jobs, must be tough having to get up that early every morning no matter what the weather.'

'Well, it's really my first day, I only got to London last week and stayed in a hotel for a couple of days. I'd already been looking out for places to rent and jobs, so when I got to London, I just followed them all up, made a few appointments etc. Though, it's not just two jobs.' Emily giggled. Seeing the puzzled look on John's face, she continued, 'I could never settle into just one job forty hours a week, so at home I temped. When I decided to move to London, I looked for part-time jobs that I could do together. I am currently a dog-walker, receptionist, interior designer and nanny.'

As she finished, she glanced down at her cup and blushed, it was unusual for her to divulge so much to someone who was practically a stranger.

'Busy woman! You probably despair at this room being an interior designer. How do you fit it all in?'

'I managed to negotiate my hours with all the jobs to work round each other. So the dog walking in the morning, then reception work Mondays to Wednesdays and Interior Design on Thursdays and Fridays until three. After that I'll be looking after a little girl every day when she finishes school until her parents get home. I'm hoping to head back home for the weekends though.'

'Where is home?'

'I'm from Dorset, Sturminster Newtown, small village, everyone knows each other and everything about them.' She laughed.

And why London? You could have done all that at home surely?'

'I love London, I've visited loads since I was little and I just love the hustle and bustle. There's something magical about it.'

John smiled at that, 'I'd agree, there's a quality just draws you to it.'

'So enough about me, who is John Watson?'

Emily wasn't used to talking about herself, getting off the subject made her more comfortable. For the next half an hour or so, John told her about being an army doctor and how leaving for war torn countries had made things difficult with his sister. He explained how he couldn't have lived anywhere else when he came back and how he came to live with Sherlock.

'He's…I don't even know what to try and describe him as. Methodical?' Emily grasped at a word.

'Haha that's one word for him!' John laughed. 'He calls himself a consulting detective, the only one in the world. The police come to him for help when it's strange case. What he does though is amazing…really, really amazing. Though Sherlock himself, well, it took a bit of getting used to living with someone who keeps body parts in the fridge and played the violin at three in the morning.'

'But, that thing he does, figures people out just by looking at them, how does he do it?'

'It's hard to describe, he notices small things, tan lines, the exact clothes size you are, as he says on his website, he can tell an airline pilot by his thumb.'

'He has a website?' Emily asked, surprised.

'Yeah, where he lists some of the cases he's solved and how he 'deduced' it.'

John and Emily looked at each other before both falling into giggles.

'I'll have to meet him properly, rather than rushing past each other out the door.' Emily said.

'I warn you, he's not a great one for social interaction, it's more than likely he'll annoy you with his deductions, or tell you to shut up.' John grinned.

Emily decided she really needed to get back to work, so she thanked John for the coffee and said her goodbyes, promising that she would call up again soon. She was glad she had made a friend so quickly, and a handsome one at that! She wasn't so sure how keen she was for Sherlock to 'deduce' her life though. There were things she didn't want people to know, and if he was as good as John said, she was going to have to work hard to keep things under wraps.

I had originally planned for this chapter to go a bit further, with a bit more Sherlock, but the coffee between John and Emily took a bit longer than I thought. I hope you don't mind the slow start. Anyway Emily thinks John is cute, do you think he feels the same? And what do you think about Emily's work life? I have a plan in mind, though whether it will go the way you think (or I think for that matter!)...you'll have to wait and see :)

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