Disclaimer I DO NOT OWN Sherlock, just my OC(S)!

The London air was cold as I got out of the cab that I had gotten down at Scotland Yard, where I had been waiting for my Uncle Greg for the last couple of hours. I had gotten tired of waiting for him and as I was leaving, I bumped into a woman that I did not like one bit, named Sally Donovan. She told me that I might be able to find him at the hospital, St. Barts. So here I was standing in front of the old tall building, hoping Sally wasn't just trying to get rid of me.

I walked inside of the hospital and over to a nurse. I asked her for directions to the morgue. Sally had told me, my Uncle had went there to do something. As instructed by the nurse I walked down a long white hallway, took a left and went down a set of stairs. I opened the door and froze seeing a man whipping a dead man's body with a riding crop. There was a woman standing close by him.

"So bad day was it?" She asked laughing lightly once the man stopped.

"I need to know what bruises form in the next 20 minutes. A man's alibi depends on it. Text me" The man writing something down.

"Listen, I was wondering. Maybe later, when you're finished..." The woman began nervously, but the man cut her off.

"You're wearing lipstick. You weren't wearing lipstick before" He said.

"I... I refreshed it a bit" She said nervously.

"Sorry you were saying?" He asked going back to writing something down.

"I was wondering if you'd like to have coffee" The woman told him.

"Black, two sugars, please. I'll be upstairs" He told her and walked past me.

The woman let out a sigh and turned around. She jumped seeing me standing there.

"Uh, hi. Is there something I can help you with?" The woman asked walking over to me.

"Yes, I was told I could find Greg Lestrade here" I told her.

"I'm sorry, but he isn't here" She told me and I nodded.

"Well thank you for your help, I'm Maria" I told her.

"Molly" She said, "Um, would you like to come with me to get some coffee? I hate going alone"

"Sure, why not" I said with a smile.

It wouldn't hurt to try and make some new friends here in London. Uncle Greg has been lecturing me a lot lately that I need to get of his flat and mingle with others. And I told him I would once I find a flat of my own! The man drove me mental sometimes, but I still loved him and was very grateful that he's been letting me stay with him for the past three weeks, since moving to London from Dartmoor.

Molly and I left the morgue and began to make our way to the cafeteria. As we walked I couldn't help, but wonder about that strange man. Who was he? Why was he beating that dead man with a riding crop?

"So, Maria how do you know Lestrade?" Molly asked casually as we walked up the stairs.

"He's my Uncle" I told her, "His sister is my Mother"

"Wow, I never knew Lestrade had a sister" She said surprised.

"So you know my Uncle?" I asked her and she nodded.

"A little. He comes down to the morgue sometimes to check the bodies of victims from some crimes" She said and I nodded.

We didn't speak much on the rest of the way. Just small talk nothing important. As we left the cafeteria, me with a small cup of coffee, and Molly with her own cup and the strange man's coffee, we made our way to the lab. It was nice hanging out with Molly.

"So who was that man earlier?" I asked Molly who was wiping her lipstick away.

"Oh, Sherlock? I'm surprise you don't know him" Molly said, "He helps your Uncle out sometimes on police cases"

Sherlock. What a strange and unique name. It kind of suited him.

"Is he a medical examiner?" I asked him and she shook her head.

"No, he's a consulting detective. Only one in the world" She said.

"Oh, that must be something" I said as we walked down a hallway.

Molly stopped in front of a door and took a deep breath.

"Here we are" She said and pushed the door opened.

I followed her inside of the lab and stood to the side. As I watched the three men in the room.

"Ah Molly. Coffee, thank you" Sherlock said as Molly walked over to him, "What happened to the lipstick?"

"It wasn't working for me" She told him.

"Really? I thought it was a big improvement" He told her, "Your mouth's too small now"

"Okay" Molly said and walked out of the room.

I was about to follow after her, but Sherlock stopped me.

"Um, would you mind staying? I have a something I need to ask you" He said and I blinked at him confused, but I stayed by the door.

"How do you feel about the violin?" Sherlock asked after setting his coffee down.

I looked at the two men who was in the room also, wondering which person he was speaking too.

"Sorry, what?" The man standing closer to me asked.

"I play the violin when I'm thinking" Sherlock said, "Sometimes I don't talk for days on end. Would that bother you two? Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other."

I looked at Sherlock then to the two men wondering if I had heard him correctly. Did he just say potential flatmates? He was surely talking to the two men, and not me. He didn't even know me!

"You told him about me?" The man asked the chubbier man.

"Not a word" He said.

"Then who said anything about flatmates?" He asked.

"I did. Told Mike this morning that I must be a difficult man to find a flatmate for. Now here he is just after lunch with an old friend clearly just home from military service in Afghanistan" Sherlock said putting his coat and scarf on, "Wasn't a difficult leap. Also I couldn't help notice that you miss are flat-less staying with either a relative or friend for the time being"

My eyes went wide at hearing him say that. How could he possible know that?

"How did you know about Afghanistan?" The man asked him, before I could ask him.

"Got an eye on a nice little place in Central London. Together we ought to be able to afford it. We'll meet there tomorrow evening, 7:00" Sherlock said, "Sorry, got to dash. I think I left my riding crop in the mortuary"

"Is that it?" The man asked.

"Is that what?" Sherlock asked turning to him.

"We've only just met and we're going to go and look at a flat?" The man asked and I nodded my head walking over to them.

"I agree" I said.

"Problem?" Sherlock asked.

"We don't know a thing about each other. I don't know where we're meeting, I don't even know your name" The man told him.

"I know you're an army doctor and you're been invalided home from Afghanistan. I know you got a brother who's worried about you, but you won't go to him for help because you don't approve of him, possibly because he's an alcoholic, more likely because he recently walked out on his wife. And I know that your therapist thinks your limp's psychosomatic quite correctly, I'm afraid. That's enough to be going on with don't you think?" He asked and looked at me.

"And you. You're an only child coming from a small family from a small village. But something happened recently to make you move. Your Mother died. Most likely from an accident or illness" He said making me bite my bottom lip and looking down at the ground, "You recently moved to London, and like I said earlier you don't have anywhere to stay except for a relative or friend. Most likely a relative, because you're new to London and wouldn't have any friends here. You're jobless too, so that would put a delay in searching for a flat. So you're looking for a job, most likely with the police, because you were looking for Lestrade. You were going to ask him for a job"

"Amazing, you are correct, except for a few things" I told him.

"Oh? What did I get wrong?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I wasn't looking for Lestrade to ask him for a job. I was looking for him, because I was wanting to see if he wanted me to pick anything up for dinner, because his wife is sick with the flu? You're right about me living with a relative, which is Lestrade, he's my Uncle" I told him.

"Never knew Lestrade had a niece" Sherlock said.

"No one seems to know" I said shaking my head.

"Well I best be going" Sherlock said and headed for the door.

He walked out, but only to pop back in.

"The name's Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221B Baker Street. Afternoon" He said and left.

"Is he always like that?" I asked and looked to the other man.

"Yeah, he's always like that" He said to both of us.

"What a strange man" I said and looked at the man with the can, "What's your name?"

"Uh, John Watson, and you?" He asked.

"Maria Walkens" I told him and smiled, "Well I guess I'll see you tomorrow then, John"

I began to head for the door and stopped when John called out to me.

"You're actually going tomorrow?" He asked me and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Why not?" I said and walked out of the door.

As I was heading to the main lobby of the hospital my phone rung.

"Where are you?" Uncle Greg asked.

"I'm at St. Barts. I was told I could find you here, but I guess I was lied too" I told him.

"Well get home. Dinner is getting cold" He said and I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, sorry. I'll be home soon" I told him and hung up.

I walked out of the hospital and got a taxi. On my way to Uncle Greg's I couldn't get my mind off about tomorrow. I was excited, nervous and scared. What if Sherlock was some type of psychopath stalker? How could he possibly know all of that about me and John?

Yes I was an only child with my Mum and Dad. I lived in a small village close to the moors, with a monster living close by. It's what had killed my Mum. I couldn't stay there any longer, the memories were to awful. I shivered at the image of the big, black, red eyed, hound that had chased after us during a hike through the woods.

"So anything exciting today?" Aunt Helena asked me while I ate some cold Chinese take out.

"Well I might had found a flat and some flatmates" I told her, "I'm checking the flat out tomorrow at seven with them"

"Sounds exciting" She said smiling.

"You have no idea" I told her and she didn't have any idea how exciting my life was going to be after moving into 221B Baker street with Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.