Chapter 1

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Your P.O.V

I had just gotten a job in London. A Detective Inspector for Scotland Yard. I had been promoted because i had solved the most cases in a year. Stupid I know but it didnt matter to me how many cases i'd solved. It was how many people i'd helped. Right enough with the cringy stuff. I am a people person but I cant understand how their small minds work. It must feel like being trapped in a small room and being stuck for far too long. As I pulled up to the airport i deduced a man in front of me : smoker, cheap dresser, wife left him last night, drank into his misery, originally from America. I couldnt be bothered doing any more at 6 am in the morning. I walked into the airport and boarded the flight. I had gotten a flat at 221c Baker Street. I had no clue where that was but i would figure that out when i got there. I dazed off into a sleep wondering what life in London would be like.

-1 hour later-

I was being shook awake by the air hostess. The plane was landing. What can I say? I'm a deep sleeper. I took a cab to Baker Street. I got out and had absoloutley no idea where i was going. I turned around and bumped into a small masculine figure with short brown hair. I fell back to the ground and his coffee stained my shirt.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so so sorry I honestly didnt see where I was going. I'm new here" , I shot out. The man just laughed. "Dont worry that was my fault, I was in a rush to get home. I'm terribly afraid that my flatmate is about to do an explosion test on a decapitated head that lives in our fridge" , he laughed. "My name is Y/N L/N." , I said. "An absoloute pleasure meeting you. I'm John Watson." He shook my hand and asked if I wanted to come back for tea. Obviously i said yes, i need SOME friends in this gigantic place. We walked to his place. My eyes lit up.

"You live at 221B?", i questioned.
"Yeah, why?", he answered.
"Im moving into 221c", i explained
"Awesome so i've knocked the new neighbour to the ground AND spilt coffee over her. What a great start(!)", he said sarcastically and laughed. I soon joined in and we walked to 221B. I was hit with a wonderful sound of the violin. Bach. Played beautifully. I hummed along. "You have a beautiful voice", John said. I blushed and he laughed. I felt at home already... for about 5 or 6 minutes. To be precise, till I met Sherlock Holmes.

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