The Occasional Murder

1: The Big Move

(Y/N) POV

The plane ride was miserable but aren't all plane rides crap? It's just a giant tube with wings gliding through the sky, not to mention your shoulders are touching the person next to you and no matter how quiet your music in your headphones is, the human next to you can hear it. Fun.
Once out of the depressing flying sardine can, I entered the airport. It was crowded as always but whatever. I looked at the apartment (A/N: or flat I'm going to be using both terminologies because I'm American) address written in my notes app
"221c Baker Street." I mouthed the address again and again as to not forget it.
I stepped in a cab and told the driver the address.
"So you have a problem for the Mr.Holmes and Dr.Watson to solve?" He questioned, trying to make small talk.

"Who?" You said flatly.

"Oh. Never mind.."
Bing!
My phone chimed as a text popped up on the lock screen. The text was from an unknown number. It read

Hello! I hope this is the correct number from the email. This is DI Lestraude just checking in to remind (y/n) of the interview Wednesday at 1:45. Please come!

Oh, Lestraude! He was the man who gave me the address to stay at. He also mentioned neighbors that would probably like me! Hopefully they don't interfere with my work... Its hard being the only Conferring Detective in the world.
It's mainly very difficult because in (Y/HT) most of the police force had the IQ of a walnut and were as open-minded as a moody teenager. Hopefully here it will be different.

"Here's your stop ma'am!" He said

I thanked him and gave him the money, still wondering who Mr.Holmes and Dr.Watson is.

When I knocked an older woman opened the door wearing a purple dress and matching heels. She smelled like had she just took a shower in perfume, obviously trying to impress someone or trying to cover a smell. She had red near the corners of her eyes and her hands were very shaky. So both covering the smell of the obvious pot she smoked and trying to impress the newcomer (me) to the flat.

"Hello Mrs..."

I looked down at the slightly smeared ink on my hand where I wrote her name to not forget it since my phone was dead at the time.

"Hupson? Sorry, Hudson"

She gave a slight giggle to my mistake.

"So you're (Y/FN) (Y/LN) correct? Also i love your coat! It reminds me of Sherlock's" She said

I almost forgot I was wearing it, its my favorite.

"Sherlock?" I questioned

"Do you not know who he is? He's the best detective out there! I mean besides his siblings but they aren't detectives."

"I have been called the female Sherlock many times, yet I still have never heard of him."

" You have? Can you deduce?"

"Well, of course I can"

"What can you tell about me right now then?" She raised an eyebrow

"Well you are a former exotic dancer and smoke marijuana. The bags under your eyes are not only from getting older but you haven't had a good rest in a while. Mostly because of worry and also because of loud noises disturbing you. Worry from the fact that who ever this Sherlock man is keeps you up at night in constant peril about him or you or even a loved one being harmed. Loud noises most likely from a gun from the fact I overheard the neighbors talking about moving out because of it. You are widowed but you didn't care for him, and he didn't care for you either. The indentation on your finger gives it away. Even though it has been awhile since you've had the ring on your finger is still in the shape so you were married for around 5-8 years. Am I mistaken?"

She had a giant smile plastered on her face

"I have a feeling you'll fit right in here!"