A/N: Hello, lovely people! I've missed my fanfiction terribly but due to school/work/new baby brother, I've been unable to write anything new but now I have and I'm awfully excited. This is the first time I've written any Adlock or whatever you wish to call it, despite them being my favorite, so I hope it's all right. It was originally inspired by the song I and Love and You by the Avett Brothers because I was a bit stuck but I've removed the lyrics from where I placed them originally. Also the first chapters were written months before the others, and the writing is a bit stylistically different. Anyway, I own nothing, and I hope you enjoy.

It was cold, but not nearly as cold as England in the winter. The apartment was dark and small, but fairly clean – nothing like her flat in Belgravia.

She had chosen the flat because it was out of the way, lacking any of the grandeur she knew Sherlock would expect of her, and surrounded by strangers. Of course he could find her, if he tried, but she had prepared for that. Anything that it took to avoid breaking again. And why would he search for a dead woman?

The bottle of vodka was opened faster than the lights were turned on. It burned her throat and blocked out the tears that threatened to drip down her cheeks. She fell asleep before the bottle was anywhere near empty, when she was just numb enough to hit send on the text message waiting on her phone.

I'm in Brooklyn. Let's have dinner. IA