I drum my fingers lightly on the dark denim covering my knee as Molly prattles on about something that is new and exciting in her life. I watch her, feigning interest as my mind wanders. My eyes slide off to her left as I make accidental eye contact with the barista behind her.

"Delta!" Molly half shouts, dragging my attention back to her.

"Sorry, I got distracted…"I say with a meek look in her direction. "So about this Sherlock person, has he yet to notice you Molls?" I ask, resting my free hand under my chin.

"Not really. I'm beginning to think it's hopeless." She replies.

"I have half a mind to walk into St. Bart's and ask him what the hell does he think he's doing. Overlooking a perfectly wonderful young lady such as yourself." I respond with a venomous tone.

"Delta please don't. He might not even be worth it…" She says as she takes a swift glance behind her back at the barista and gives him a bright smile.

"He's definitely into Molls." I whisper to her as her phone pings.

"It's Sherlock…. He needs my help. Do you mind?" She asks me.

"Only if I can tag along and meet this infamous Sherlock. I practically know him already from what you've told me about him and his dreamy eyes." I respond with a smirk as I grab my coat and follow her out.

The morgue at St. Bart's smells overly sterile when Molly leads me in and I scrunch up my nose. I hadn't been in a morgue in quite a few years now. I trail behind her as she leads me into a room whose only living inhabitant is a remarkably tall man. I stop just inside the threshold and lean against the door jamb, I miss it by a couple of centimeters and stumble a little, regaining my balance I stand there to observe Molly around who I can only assume to be Sherlock himself.

"Hello Sherlock." Molly says brightly as I begin to check my nail beds out of sheer boredom. I glance up after a few seconds of silence and find Sherlock staring at me

"Have I got something on me?" I ask and look down at my remarkably clean coat.

"Who are you?" He asks rather rudely.

"Delta Hudson. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." I reply in a pseudo-energetic tone. I shove my glasses up the bridge of my nose and back into their place. "I'll leave you two to do whatever it is you needed Molly for." I say and turn to head back through the door of the morgue. My shoulder slams harshly into the door frame as I pass through. Once I make it out of sight, I curse under my breath and try to rub the pain from my shoulder.

"Please don't let it be that he noticed." I whisper to myself as I pad down the sidewalk towards my aunt's flat.

I rap lightly on the door as it just begins to drizzle rain. In a few moments the door swings open to reveal the face of my Aunt Martha. Her features light up with excitement as she sees me.

"Oh Delta, it's good to see you back in London." She tells me with a wide smile.

"Yes, but this might only be temporary Aunt Martha." I tell her as she pulls me inside and into her flat. "London is really costly to live in."

"It wouldn't be too bad if you found yourself a nice flatmate. It'd put me at ease too." She tells me and I groan.

"As I've told you before I can take care of myself." I respond in a monotone.

"I know that Delta. It doesn't mean I don't worry about you." She tells me with a gentle pat to the hand.

"Before I find a flatmate I probably need to find employment." I tell her.

"That is probably a very good place to start." She agrees.

"However most people are not too keen on hiring me…" I state as I twist a ring about my finger.

"What about a nice secretarial position?" She asks me.

"At this point I'd accept any form of legal employment." I tell her as the door to the flat slams.

"That must be the new tenants." Aunt Martha says.

"Did you finally find people for the B flat then?" I ask her and she nods.

"One of the young men is very peculiar and the other was a doctor in the army." She tells me.

"Aunt Martha, now you have me worried. You rent to two young men. You'd better be careful before one of them sweeps you off your feet." I say jokingly and she laughs lightly.

"Oh I don't think there's anything to worry about." She hints and my eyes widen slightly.

"You think that they're together then?" I ask and she nods. "Fantastic!" I state with a little clap.

"But I'm not certain, Sherlock doesn't strike me as the relationship type." She tells me.

"Is this Sherlock tall with curly hair and blue eyes? Wears a long coat and scarf?" I ask and she nods.

"How do you know Sherlock?" She asks.

"Molly Hooper introduced me today to him." I say, "For the most part he just stared at me."

"You don't think he noticed, you know…" She says her voice trailing off.

"I left before he could ask me any questions. I don't think he knows. I stumbled a few times but I could explain it if he tries to pry." I say and adjust my glasses again.

Aunt Martha smiles at me almost sadly.

"Now, dear, it's rather late and I don't think I like you walking when it's dark. Why don't you stay here tonight? I have that extra room." She tells me and I shrug.

"If it makes you feel better I'll stay." I say and she smiles and leads me back to her extra room. When she leaves I drop my bag onto the floor and practically fall into the bed and into sleep in a few minutes.