Uncovering Sherlock

Parents recently dead, loosing her friends, and siblings far from home. Emily Raves is starting over with her life. She decided to move to the city she's always dreamed of moving. London. She finds a cheep flat on Baker Street. She doesn't question why the rent is so cheep until she meets the tenet below her. Sherlock Holmes. A loud and obnoxious man who doesn't seem to have any self control. He reads her like an open book. He seems to know everything about her. She should be appalled by this stalker like quality but she's not. She gets closer to Sherlock. But when Sherlock's friend Dr John Watson interferes will she turn away from their friendship or fight for it.


2. Sherlock Holmes

I could hear talking downstairs but I continued to put things away in the kitchen. I had gone out to the store and gotten food and some plates and other kitchen things. I sang along to the radio as I moved around the kitchen put everything in just the right spot. From the corner of my eye I could see a large tall dark figure step behind me. I jumped and spun around. A tall man with curly dark brown hair stood there. He had these blue green eyes that seemed to change. He wore a black trench coat and a purplish blueish scarf. In one hand he held my suitcase.

"I was told to bring this up," he said in a deep English accent.

"You must be Mr Holmes," I said as I turned off the radio. "You can just set that in my room," I pointed at the open door and he nodded. I got back to putting things up when I immediately heard something behind me. I spun around again and saw another man. He was a bit older with blonde hair that was going gray. He was shorter than Mr Holmes.

"Sorry Miss, didn't mean to scare you," he said. "I was just looking for Sherlock," he said as Mr Holmes walked in.

"You found me," he said as he walked in. "Do you need any help?" he asked me.

"No thank you Mr Holmes, thank you for bringing up my bag," I said.

"You can call me Sherlock," he said.

"Well it's nice to meet you Sherlock," I said. He turned to leave with his friend when I started to relize who he was. He was Sherlock Holmes. He was on tv a few times in the US for solving terrorist threats and stuff like that. "Wait your Sherlock Holmes from the tv," I said as I rushed to the stairs. Sherlock nodded.

"I am, your pretty quick," he said. "Usually takes people longer to figure that our," he said.

"Well I am a fast thinking," I said as I crossed my arms. Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"No no," his friend said. "Sherlock no, she doesn't need to be freaked out by you just yet," he said.

"I'm not doing anything," Sherlock said as he looked down at his friend. "I was just figuring out who she was," he said.

"Oh and who am I?" I asked.

"You don't want to get him started," the friend said.

"Oh no I do, I want to see if he really is as good as people say he is," I said as I stepped back a bit and nodded. Sherlock looked at me up and down then around the room.

"You just moved here, never been to London before. Never flown out of the US before except for a cruise where you stopped in Canada. You've decided to start a new life. Your parents are probably dead, you don't have a good relationship with your siblings, I'm not sure about your friends. You love music, and your looking to buy a piano for the family room," he said as he pointed to the exact wall I was planning on putting a piano.

"How the heck did you do that?" I asked.

"Simply looking around the room and putting pieces together," he said as he started to walk down the stairs. His friend stayed behind and held out his hand.

"I'm John Watson," he said as I shook his hand. I nodded.

"John we have work!" Sherlock called from below. John smiled and walked down the stairs.

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