The Unobservable (A BBC Sherlock fanfiction)

Vacancy at 221C

"Artemis Quinn, I've come about the vacancy." Her polite smile instantly won over the elderly woman stood within the doorway of 221 Baker street.

"Oh yes dear, I remember n-" she stopped when the woman waiting on the doorstep physically shuddered before her, "come in come in! You must be frozen," with a guiding hand she pulled Artemis into the hallway and closed the door.

"You are Mrs.Hudson I presume?" Artemis placed down her suitcase, removed her glove and shook the lady's hand.

"Yes, but before I show you the apartment I must admit I may have exaggerated on the phone. 221C isn't what it was. I'm afraid I don't take care of it very much, I never imagined anyone would even take an intere-"

"I'll take it." Mrs.Hudson stood, mouth gaped in shock, as Artemis interrupted her. "You name a price, I'll pay that and extra. It's more about the... location for me." She looked up towards the ceiling as she relayed the last of her sentence in her mind. Sherlock Holmes lived upstairs, she'd done her research as she'd been taught and was eager to meet the man. Hearing Mozart faintly playing from above, Artemis returned to the woman before her, "I'll have my furniture brought for tomorrow if that's ok?"

"U-u-um of course, why, this is wonderful," Mrs.Hudson stuttered, "shall I take you to the flat?"

"Well I don't mean to impose, but since my furniture is arriving tomorrow, would I be able to stay a night in 221A or B as I haven't booked a hotel." She plastered on two pleading eyes and a faint smile that would play on the lady's heartstrings.

"That'll be no problem, I'm sure John will be ok with that. And Sherlock, well Sherlock will just have to do." She laughed to herself, then started off up the stairs with Artemis and her luggage  in tow.

"Do they live up here?" Artemis replied with fake curiosity, while Mrs.Hudson nodded and paced up the last step.

Artemis revelled in the last note of Mozart's symphony however the music abruptly stopped when the landlady opened the door to 221B.

"Good Evening," A handsome man greeted as soon as the women entered the room, "my new neighbour I assume," standing up from his arm chair, he placed his violin down, outstretched his arm and Artemis gave it an assured shake. "Why else would Mrs.Hudson have such a beaming smile upon her face?" he smirked to himself. Artemis guessed it was at his own deduction. Two seconds with the man and she already saw glimpses of why he'd been described as an arrogant arse, despite that she couldn't help but inwardly admire his skill.

"Artemis here will be staying with you tonight whether you like it or not," Mrs.Hudson huffed "her furniture is arriving tomorrow and before you argue I'm going to make you both some tea." Without another moment she hustled downstairs, brushing past Miss.Quinn with raised eyebrows.

"Take a seat." Sherlock gestured towards the sofa lining the right hand wall before sitting back into his own arm chair and crossing his legs. Artemis followed his instruction and mirrored his own posture.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow at this behaviour.

"Artemis Quinn." She stated, Sherlock picking up on a very slight accent.

"Sherlock Holmes." He replied.

There were no words exchanged within the next minute or so. Only silent thoughts as their eyes ran across each other.

Sherlock found Miss.Quinn extremely intriguing, trying to deduce things took longer than ever with her.

Quinn- Irish Surname.- That was the accent he picked up on before.

Artemis- Greek Goddess of the moon, hunting and nursing- Family had an interest in mythology perhaps.

Expensive clothing- Comes from a wealthy family, looks too young to be that successful yet.