Again I do not own Sherlock or any of the characters except Kathrine and her family. Also I apologize for the errors because I will have some.

I woke with a jolt as I heard loud voices in the hallway 'But please Mr. Holmes take my case the painting was my wife's favorite if I don't find it she'll skin me alive.' 'Don't ask me for help ask the maid to give it back as I told you before you don't need my help it was the bloody maid now I will leave you with that good day Mr. Monroe' and with that the door shut with a loud bang. As I stepped into the hallway in my robe I saw the dark haired man from upstairs groaning and making his way to his apartment.

'What's with all the noise so early in the morning?' 'You do realize that it is 1in the afternoon right?' 'Yeah well maybe in London but for my body is still in belief that it is 7 in the morning so I would greatly appreciate it if you could shut it.' ' If its 7 where your from that means central time America and by your slight accent I take it the south but not the country city girl with the tag on your bag says new Orleans Jesters so I take it your from New Orleans and you play for the football team or as you americans call it soccer team The Jesters am I wrong?'

He says with a smug grim that I sense graces his face quite often. Stunned I say 'Yes you are wrong' which wipes the grin off his face 'I do not and have never played for The Jesters because it is an all males team, and as we established last night I am not a man. Also I have never lived in New Orleans I lived in a small town called LaPlace which is near New Orleans so I will give you that.' 'Well I wanst that wrong,' he shot back with a slightly angry demeanor to which I responded 'But you were still wrong now I am tired so I wil retire and I would greatly appreciate it if you would keep the noise to a minimum thank you.' And with that he marched his cocky self up the stairs and shut the door with a loud thud.

I closed my door, walked down the steps to my living room, and made my way back to my bed and curled up in a ball. As I tried to sleep I heard the faint noise of a violin playing some song that I had never heard before but what ever it was it was beautiful just like the man I assumed to be playing it but I quickly put that thought in a locked room in my mind castle. I was quite tired yet I couldn't sleep I kept dwelling on the fact that I had done it I had ran away from home but I didn't leave everything I had wanted to leave behind in that small town. Eventually I drifted off into a dark dream.

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