Chapter One - Raine and Rain.

Raine was in trouble, and to make matters worse she had nowhere to go and, ironically, it was raining. Normally she loved the rain but right now she couldn't hate it more if she tried. She had nowhere left to go, except to him. So she did. She found herself on the doorstep of 221b Baker Street, the sky was dark and still raining, if they were any street lights then they were broken, Mrs Hudson, the landlady, had let her in and she knocked on the door to the flat before opening it and crossing the threshold. There she found her favourite detective sprawled across the sofa, eyes closed, clearly bored. Eyes still tightly shut his forehead creased in confusion, trying to fathom who had just walked through his door. Unable to come up with a conclusion he opened his eyes and found to his horror Raine standing next to the sofa, her messy blonde curls damp from the rain and her skin paler than ever. He stood up, the line between his eyebrows reappearing.

"Why are you here?" He asked bluntly, as per usual.

"I have nowhere else to go," she replied with a tone to rival even his at saying 'isn't it obvious'.

"Oh, okay," he said sitting down again, "there's another room upstairs, just ask Mrs Hudson for the key."

And just like that, Raine had found home in the most unlikely of places.