Case Closed.[BBC Sherlock Fan Fiction]

Felicity Anderson is not your normal British girl. She grew up with her older brother,Phillip Anderson.Her parents always treated her as a freak,but that's all over now.It was time for the girl to come home.

Felicity moves in to an apartment on Baker Street,where she writes her novels.Everything was normal,until she meets the boys next door.Sherlock takes quite a liking for her,something he never felt before.Will the genius ignore the feeling in his stomach when he sees her?Will her past keep her from letting the boys from Baker Street in?

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It was raining. I had just gotten off the phone with Phillip,my brother.I had a couple of suitcases to get out of the cab.

A woman,Mrs.Hudson,comes out of the Baker Street apartments."Oh,dear."She says."Do you need help?"

"A little,but you don't have too."I tell her.

"I can get one the boys to do it."She says,before going to get 'one of the boys'.It was just a few moments before she came out with a man,just a bit shorter than me.

"Hello,I'm John Watson."He introduces himself."I live in 221B,if you need anything.Here,"He takes one of my trunks."Where are you from?"

"Oh,I'm from London."I tell him."Just be traveling.Felicity is my name." I unlock my door and John Watson helps me get all my stuff in.

"It was nice meeting,Mr.Watson."I tell him.

"Please,Call me John."He says."It was a pleasure.If you need anything,I'm next door.Along with my flat mate."

"Thank you."

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I knock on John Watson's door.I need help lifting some of my stuff and he was the only one I could think to help.I was expecting the small man I met yesterday,instead I got a tall man with curly hair and stunning eyes.

"Is John home?"I ask him.

"No."He says,looking at me intently."You must be the new neighbour."

"Yes,Felicity."I tell him.

"What do you write?"He asks.

"What?"I questions.

"You are a writer."He says."Poetry,Novels,Articles,etc."

"Novels."I tell him."How did you know?"

"You've got pencil marks on your hands and erasers on your jeans."He tells me.

"I didn't get your name."I say.

"Sherlock Holmes."He tells."What did you need John for?"

"I needed his help."I tell him."He said if I needed anything he would help."

"You can wait in here for him."He says.

"I don't want to bother you."

"I don't mind."He says."I'm bored.You can tell me about yourself."