I hope you enjoy!! This isn't my first story, but it is my first story on this account. Please go check out my old account too!! its 13_Rose_24 enjoy!
I know some things are different and don't go with James Moriarty as it does in the show, but please just go with it.
I knock on the door of 221B, waiting for someone to answer the door. After a minute, a kind-looking woman opens the door. "Are you here for Mr. Holmes?" she asks me.
"Um, no... I'm here for John Watson? He's my brother," I say.
"Oh! John said you'd be coming! I'm Mrs. Hudson, the landlady."
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Hudson. I'm Riley."
"Please, do come in," Mrs. Hudson says, "Their flat is right up the stairs."
"Alright, thank you." I pull my suitcase inside and start up the stairs. 'Their flat?' I think, 'Who's John's flatmate" I trudge my way up the stairs and stop in front of a door. I knock on the door and almost immediately the door opens to a very handsome man. He was tall, with a mess of dark brown curls on the top of his head. His sapphire blue eyes pierced mine. His pale skin pretty much glowed in the lighting.
"Can I help you?" he asks. His deep baritone voice sent chills down my spine.
"Um, is John Watson around?" I ask.
"Sherlock! Is it Riley?" I hear my brother's voice call from inside the flat. John walks into the lounge area of the flat and looks at me from behind Sherlock. "Riley!" he exclaims.
"John!" I smile brightly at my brother. Sherlock steps inside and allows me to come inside. I roll my suitcase in and throw my arms around John.
"Oh, it has been way too long!" he exclaims happily.
"Look at you! You look like an old man!" I joke.
"I wish I could say the same about you! You look great!" John says. He pulls back, holding my shoulders and holding me out in front of him as he takes my appearance in. "Beautiful as ever," he chuckles. I shake my head slowly and smile.
"23 years old. You live in Ireland. Single. Hard worker... You're also a detective..." the tall man deduces. I turn and look at the man.
"Sherlock," John groans, "Please don't."
"No John. It's alright," I reply. I look at the tall man and smirk.
"Why can't I read you..." he mumbles.
"What?" John gasps, "Wait... You can't, read her?"
"No John, I just said that for no reason," he replies sarcastically.
"My turn," I state. "Now, let's see. 38 years old. Obviously from London. You're also single. Self kept. Detective. Now, John has called you Sherlock. But that's not your first name... It's not a usual name around here. Let's see... it's short. Scott? No, James? Not. Hm, Will. Yes, that's it. But not completely. Short for William. But Scott is your middle name. Meaning your full name is William Scott Sherlock Holmes. Am I correct?" John snickers at Sherlock's face.
"Correct..." Sherlock breathes.
"Of course it is."
"How'd you know?"
"Well, when I first got here Mrs. Hudson asked me if I was here for 'Mr. Holmes' and once you guys are the only ones here, you're obviously Mr. Holmes. Now, John was calling you Sherlock. But that's not a usual name. And looking around, I see a Bible with the initials 'W.S.S.H'. So, the two of the most common British names. Viola."
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The High Functioning Sociopath
Romance"Ugh," John groans, "Sherlock. Enough Deducing. Give it up." "No John, it's alright," I say. "Why can't I read you?" Sherlock questions. "My turn," I smile and I stare at Sherlock. What happens when John Watson sister Riley visits her brother at 221...
