Introducing another OC in the Chapter who will eventually become Sherlocks love interest. Not much of Amelia in this chapter but there will be more in the next chapter when I introduce John. Have fun reading.
Sherlock Holmes was sitting in his chair reading his newspaper whilst little Amelia was silently colouring in one of the many books Sherlock has given her. Sparing the child a small glance Sherlock looked back to his Newspaper
Robbery on Sussex st, Stabbing in Concord… How dull. It appeared that crime had slowed down as of late and that left Sherlock with little to nothing to do.
Amelia was in need to get her shots but there is no way he was going to tell the child that unless he wanted her to have a meltdown and scream from the front door to the taxi and in the hospital until the needle poked into her skin.
The sudden sounds of banging noises took Sherlock from his thoughts of Amelia, curious of what was happening outside of his flat. Sherlock stood and picked up Amelia from her perch and continued to walk out of the flat were he was greeted with movers holding cardboard boxers and containers into flat 221C.
So I see Mycroft has put my monitor in the flat below…How lovely. This would make it a little more difficult to rid of said person.
"Finally someone moving into that flat, Iv'e had such a difficult time with it. But I've had painters come in and use this special paint so the mould will stop and completely refurnished the entire unit. It looks much better now." Mrs. Hudson rambled next to Sherlock.
"Im sure it is quite lovely, Mrs. Hudson. But I'm afraid I will have to cut there visit short, I'm in no need of a new monitor and frankly the CCTV is enough to irritate me on a daily." Scanning at the boxes as he did, they were full of gaming and comic book collectables, most likely a man, middle aged who had too much time on their hands.
"Oh no Sherlock! She is quite lovely. Had a cuppa with her this morning, friendly girl. Helped me clean up afterwards" Mrs. Hudson continued rambling about the woman. "Can't possibly be working for your brother, she just arrived in London a few weeks ago, still trying to settle in though, guess not everyones used to the hustle bustle of London life."
"It's girl!" Amelia squeaked. To which Mrs. Hudson nodded, same friendly smile on her face and Sherlock ignored
"I believe I will make that deduction myself Mrs. Hudson, She's in her flat I presume."
"Yes, Oh don't you scare this one away Sherlock Ive been preparing that flat for months now." Mrs. Hudson yelled as Sherlock made his way down the stars, manoeuvring around the men that have finished their job. When he entered the flat he was confronted with a woman. signing the necessary forms from the movers.
Quite short, 5 foot 1. Waist length brown hair, has stands of blonde and red, dyed- no natural, no sign of regrowth. Skin seems to be slightly tanned though has no tan lines, nationality must be somewhere with a hot climate, probably Southern Italy, most likely Sicily. Hourglass figure, probably spends a lot of time on her appearance, most likely in the fashion industry. Clothes are of high quality. Memorabilia probably belongs to make friend she was close to, sentimental. Not use too London weather, family is probably deceased.
The woman turned towards Sherlock as the mover made his way to leave, suddenly confronted that there was a man standing in the middle of her sitting room. She was about to introduce herself until Sherlock rudely interrupted. Putting the child on the ground who silently scurried to look about the room.
"I suggest you leave now, I am not fond of having any monitors that my brother provides." The woman wore quite a confused expression on her face, to which Sherlock was greatly annoyed. "Do you need me to prove myself… fine very well then. Your short only 5 foot 1, have brown hair with natural blonde and red highlights, brown eyes and slightly tanned skin even though you haven't been in the sun recently. This tells me that your ethnicity resides somewhere that has a warm if not very hot climate. Your from southern Italy, most likely Sicily. Your height is quite common among Italians, most Italians aren't very tall. Your clothes are of high quality and you take quite good care of yourself considering that your nails are perfectly manicured and your hair is neat, therefore you probably work in the fashion industry, not a model, you are too short for that, most likely a designer. Your family is probably deceased and a close male friend of yours has died recently. You are obviously sentimental and thats why you keep his comic book memorabilia." he pointed to the box with some strange looking dolls stills in there packages.
"Now how did I do, I always get something wrong" The woman still stared at him confused. "It's quite surprising really most people become upset at my deductions, meaning you probably also don't speak english"
The woman quickly shook her head, as if in a daze "Umm no, its just you didn't get anything right. Well you kinda got one, but not really" she said scratching her head, looking quite awkward.
"Your English?" He deduced from the slightly cockney accent.
"God, I only thought Americans did that" She half mumbled pinching the bridge of her nose. "Im Australian, Im from Sydney."
"Interesting, what did I get right then." Sherlock said annoyed.
"My family is originally from Sicily, my grandparents migrated to Australia in the 50's… so you kinda got it right, but not really. Im Maria Palermo by the way, your Sherlock right?" She said holding out her hand.
Sherlock looked a tad offended at the hand. "Deduce me did you?" he said. shaking the woman's hand.
"No, told me" She said obviously
"Oh." Sherlock nodded slightly embarrassed.
"Um yeah, If you don't mind I kinda have to go, I have to get some shot at St Bart's." She said quickly.
"Mind if we share a taxi, we were just going there." Sherlock said fake smile in place, trying to defuse the awkwardness of the situation.
"Yeah, sure"
"You don't look very sure" Sherlock stated trying to get as much information from her as possible.
"No, your face just looks like a malformed otter when you smile like that." She said as Amelia giggled offering her hand to Maria in a high five gesture in which she returned. She grabbed her purse and waited outside the door. "Well aren't you coming?"
"Come Mia" Sherlock picked her up and continued to exist the flat.
"Mia like her" She whispered in Sherlocks ear, small smile on her face. Once Sherlock was outside he watched Maria hail a cab on her first go and slide into the back seat, Sherlock and Amelia quickly following.
"St. Bart's please." Maria told the cabbie
"Mrs. Hudson said you were not use to the city."
"Nope, she said I'm not use to London and I'm not with the brass monkey weather." to which Sherlock got extremely confused " Sorry it means very cold, I'm not very prim and proper like the sort you have around here. Anyways I've lived in the city my entire life." She said as smiled as Sherlock.
"Charming, explain how I got everything else wrong would you?"
" Im in no way a designer, but I am flattered that you think I am. Im actually a high school teacher. Im only 22 so I have to look like a professional."
"So you are a fashion and technology teacher and dress professionally in order for your students to respect you because your age might become an issue."
"Wrong again, entirely this time" Maria said smirking " said you were really good at making deductions, this is a severe disappointment Mr. Holmes."
After gaining an annoyed look from Sherlock, Maria continued "Im a History and English teacher and I don't dress professionally in order to impress my students, because of my age I'm able to understand them better so theres no need to impress them. I have to impress the old bats that assume I'm incompetent because I'm the new kid…and no one has died, Im just a nerd."
"Daddy rong?" Amelia asked in disbelief.
"Thats right kiddo" Maria stated exiting the cab.
"We are going the same way you are, may as well walk together" Sherlock stated to which Maria gave him a look that Sherlock was unable to read.
"What"
"Nothing, Just thought you were an unsociable wad" She replied with a smile once and Sherlock glared.
Once they reached the centre Maria told the nurse that she came in to get her shots whilst Mia was becoming rather angsty about being in a hospital, slowly putting everything together.
"Don't forget darling Mia has to get hers as well, might as well come with you, I have some errands to run." Sherlock said as he kissed Maria and Mia on the cheek before making a swift exit to the morgue.
That asshole Maria thought.
"Your husband is very sweet." said the nurse while Mia giggled at her fathers antics. "This Way dearies." said the nurse as she went to the appointed room.
Maria looked down at Mia, who looked up at her with large purple eyes "Come on ankle biter, you can hold my hand if you catch it." She said watching the child run giggling trying to grasp at her hand.