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After some paperwork was signed and payments were sorted out, Eve got a cab home. She stared out of the window as it drove away from Baker Street and asked herself what the hell she had just done.

It wasn't John or Mrs Hudson or even the flat itself that had made her question her decision, but a certain Mr Holmes. She had just agreed to live with a man who obviously did not want her there and a man who knew so much about her that only a stalker who had been studying her for months could know.

Eve did however try to convince herself that she was given a great offer, and perhaps it would just take time to get used to her new strange flatmate.

When she walked into her old flat she found Laura and Tom making out on the sofa, obviously whatever movie they had been watching had gotten too boring. She scrunched up her face and shielded her eyes, ''You could at least wait until tomorrow, when I actually move out,'' she said causing the couple to suddenly jump apart.

''Oh Eve!'' Laura exclaimed excitedly as she turned around on the sofa to face her, ''how was the flat?''

Eve leant against the wall, ''It was lovely, I managed to get all the paperwork sorted out so it looks like I'm moving in tomorrow,'' she grinned.

''I can't believe it, that's great!'' Laura's beaming face suddenly turned serious, ''I don't mean great that you're moving out…just-''

''I know, I know,'' Eve laughed, ''you don't have to keep feeling so guilty,''

Laura smiled, revealing two dimples, ''So tell me what are your new flatmates like?'' she asked, ''I don't mean the nice one John, the other one,''

''Well, he's…different,''

''Is he good-looking?'' Laura replied almost immediately, causing Eve to roll her eyes and chuckle.

''I don't think looks really matter when it comes to flatmates,'' she said amusedly,

''Oh come on,'' Laura nudged her boyfriend's arm as if she was secretly hoping to set Eve and her new flatmate up, ''is he?''

Eve thought about Sherlock and his structured cheekbones and his cupid bow lips that never seemed to show any emotion. ''Well, I guess,'' she admitted, ''but don't be getting any ideas,''

''Who said anything about ideas?'' Laura smirked, ''what's his name?''

''Sherlock Holmes,''

Tom who had been watching Laura with an amused smirk on his face, turned his light brown head when he heard this, ''Did you say Sherlock Holmes?''

Eve nodded, ''Yeah…do you know him?''

''I read his website The Science of Deduction, he's a bit insane. Says he can identify an airline pilot by his left thumb.''

Eve sighed, she didn't know Mr Holmes very well but that certainly sounded like something he would do.

It was midnight before Eve had finished packing most of her belongings and was able to climb into bed.

As she lay with the lamp beside her still switched on, she stared at the ceiling, this would be the last night she slept in the flat and she didn't know how she felt about it. She had shared the same flat with Laura since university and it felt strange that she was now going to be on her own.

Not a bad kind of strange though, a good strange, in fact when she thought about it Eve was feeling rather excited as though moving into 221B Baker Street would bring an exciting and much needed change.

John was sitting in his armchair with his laptop perched on his lap as he checked if there had been any more visitors to his blog. He kept expecting Sherlock to say something sarcastic or complain that he was bored but the detective kept quiet.

John thought this was unusual and he glanced over at Sherlock who was lying on the sofa in his pyjamas and blue dressing gown. He noticed that the man had put three nicotine patches on his arm and frowned, he only did that when he was thinking deeply about something but there hadn't been any new cases.

''Are you worried or something?'' John asked.

Sherlock sighed and put his arm over his eyes, ''I don't worry John, I thought you would have known that by now,''

''Then what's with the nicotine patches?'' John raised a brow, ''has it something to do with Eve moving in tomorrow?''

''Of course not,'' Sherlock swiftly sat up and rested his elbows on his knees, ''why would you possibly think that?''

John shrugged and returned his attention to his laptop, ''No reason, you just seem edgier than usual,''

''There hasn't been an interesting case in three weeks John, of course I'm edgy. Edgy and bored.'' the consulting detective got up quickly from the sofa and went into the kitchen to attend to his experiments, which he would no doubt be working at all night.

Eve didn't arrive at 221B Baker Street until 6pm. It had taken most of the morning and afternoon to successfully fit all of her things into Tom's car and then there was the never-ending goodbye from Laura who was feeling very emotional.

She was about to approach the black door with her suitcases when Sherlock came swiftly out in his long coat and scarf. He didn't say anything when he saw her; instead he stopped and gave her a small smile and nod of the head before he continued on his way down the street.

Eve stood baffled for a moment; he had smiled at her so at least that was something.

With the help of John, who because of his shoulder and leg was only able to carry a few light things, and Tom they had managed to bring all of the items upstairs. John had left Eve to unpack and also to get Mrs Hudson out of her way, as the landlady was trying to make conversation with her already when she had only just entered the building.

It was roughly two hours later before everything had been unpacked and the bed had been made and Eve sighed with relief when she emptied the last cardboard box.

She felt bad for spending so much time in her room but decided to get a shower first before she went downstairs as she was sweaty from unpacking and also thought it would make her feel more comfortable.

The hot water was relaxing and once Eve had pulled on her stripy pyjama bottoms and white vest top, she pulled on her thin wine coloured dressing gown and then went back to her room to dry her hair. She realised however that she had forgotten her hair-dryer so instead just ran her fingers through her damp curls.

She was hit with a pang of nervousness when she realised John and Sherlock would see her in her pyjamas but soon gave herself a mental shake and told herself this was now her flat as much as it was theirs.

Sherlock heard her approach before he saw her, and his pale green eyes flickered up from the violin notes he had been making on the music stand as he watched her come in. He noticed she seemed shy but was trying to hide it.

John who was sitting in his armchair looked up at her and smiled, ''Get everything sorted?''

''Yes,'' she smiled, ''everything's unpacked.'' Eve noticed that Sherlock must have returned from wherever he had hurried off to earlier that day, as he was now standing by the window in a blue dressing gown.

She looked for a place to sit and eyed his armchair but decided against sitting in it, knowing he probably wouldn't be pleased if she did.

John noticed this and stood up in the hope she would take his, ''Anyone for tea?'' he asked light heartedly.

''Black coffee,'' Sherlock said, putting down his violin bow, ''two sugars,''

''Tea please John,'' Eve smiled, taking the hint and curling up in his armchair with the Union Jack pillow.

There was silence in the flat except for the sound of John making hot drinks in the kitchen and Eve found herself peering around, taking in the many books, letters, and ornaments before fixing her eyes on a yellow smiley face that had been painted on the wall.

She frowned when she noticed it was covered in bullet holes. ''Is there a reason you shoot at the wall?'' she asked Sherlock and John.

''Boredom Eve,'' Sherlock said simply, taking a seat in his own armchair and stretching his long legs out in front of him. Eve heard John sigh from the kitchen; obviously it was more so Sherlock who had been shooting at the wall.

Eve raised an eyebrow, ''Don't you have a job to keep you occupied?''

''Of course,'' Sherlock raised his fingertips up to his lips as if he were kissing them and looked at her, ''I am a consulting detective,''

''He invented the job,'' John added, handing Eve her mug of tea and then Sherlock his coffee before taking a seat on the sofa.

''Thank you,'' Eve smiled gratefully, she could get used to being made tea. Back at the old flat she had always made it for herself as she was the only one who drank it.

A smirk pulled at Sherlock's lips, ''Indeed, the only one in the world,''

Eve imagined the consulting detective was quite full of himself. ''Hmm so the police consult you about crimes,'' she said, taking a sip of the hot liquid.

''When they are out of their depths which is always, yes they consult me,'' Sherlock took a drink of his coffee and propped his elbows up on the arms of the chair,

''Is that how you knew so much about me, because you're a detective? And obviously a bloody good one seeing as the police consult you,'' she was playing with flattery in an attempt to keep the conversation going and to find out more about him.

Sherlock was amused by this, ''No,'' he said watching her eyebrows pull into a frown, ''the science of deduction Eve, shall I explain it to you?''

''You might as well,'' she shrugged, taking another sip of tea.

''Firstly I observe everything. Secondly, from what I observe I deduce and lastly, when I've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how mad it might seem, must be the truth,''

''Well…that is impressive,''

''And doesn't he like to hear it.'' John muttered from the sofa. This made Eve chuckle and she even thought she saw a smirk pull at Sherlock's mouth.

When Eve finished her tea she said goodnight to her two new flatmates and went up to her room, of course John was the only one who had said goodnight in return as Sherlock was too busy staring into a microscope.

She climbed into bed and switched off the light, feeling comfortable with her new situation. She had found out about how Sherlock was a consulting detective and also about John's career as a military doctor, and thought that in time perhaps they would become good friends.

Well, definitely with John but Eve thought Sherlock didn't really seem like the type of person to have or want friends.

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