(Y/N's POV)
Mrs.Hudson held one hand out to the hallway with peeling wallpaper as to gesture for me to come in
"I hope you enjoy your stay here!" She said handing me the keys to my flat
"Its just up two flights of stairs and to the left darling!" She said, a smile in her voice. I nodded my head as a thank you and started my quest upstairs.A short man in a sweater was walking down the stairs at the same time as me. He gave me a curious glance and reached behind his back obviously grabbing some sort of weapon as a precaution to fight against me.
"Who are you?" He questioned, very rudely, if I say so myself.
"(Y/N) I just moved into 221c!" I replied.
He immediately relaxed and his hand fell from where the presumed weapon was on his back. His facial expression became much happier and warmer."Ah! (Y/N)! Sorry, I haven't introduced myself, I'm John! I live in 221b. Lestraude told me and Sherlock about you! He said you reminded him of Sherlock actually!"
"How?" I asked curious about this Sherlot, or whatever his name is...
"Well he said the way you hold yourself and how you always seem to scanning people for information, which I see now." His eyes widened
"But! Don't take that as an insult it's actually pretty fascinating if you ask me!"I giggled. Knowing I'm not the only socially inept one here.
"Thank you! Most people mean it as an insult but i don't get it as an insult. I think its quite brilliant too!"
"Well, I have to go to a crime scene but, it was nice meeting you (Y/N)!" He said slowly walking down the stairs while still facing you.
"Goodbye John!"
I walked up to my flat and unlocked the door. Upon entry I noticed that no one has been in here except recently. It was dusted and had little cleaning done on the floors and dirty window.
I should go to a store and get some cleaners soon I thought. Also need to get new furniture.I set my bags down and walked back to the door. Locking it back and double checking. I then started walking downstairs to the bottom floor and said my goodbyes to Mrs.Hudson.
Walking out to the store across the street, I opened my GPS to find the nearest furniture store.
After grabbing the groceries and ordering all my furniture I got back to the flat.
A man was standing on the steps, a very concentrated look on his face."Excuse me!" I said trying to step by himHe looked unfazed about me in front of him.
"Excuse me!" I said again trying to get his attention. I then waved my hands in front of his eyes.
Then I started snapping.
Then I clapped.He didn't even flinch.
I then tapped him on the shoulder. That seemed to do the trick. He blinked a few times then looked at me. He had the most gorgeous colored eyes. I couldn't tell what color but whatever color it was, I wanted to paint every object I own with it.
"Hello?" He said flatly, with an annoyed tone. "Who are you?"
"Im the new neighbor! Upstairs at 221c. I just needed to-" he cut me off.
"Just moved here from (y/h/c) and is working for Lestraude. You aren't very good with people after what happened a few years back. Mental and physical abuse. You- um- thats all I can tell about you" He said. Stumbling at the end. "Fascinating." He said under his breath"
"Well, I can tell you haven't had a haircut in a while, which Im not judging, I like that hairstyle on you! Anyways, I can tell you are a recovering druggie and haven't slept for about two -no three- days. Just because you choose to, sleep is more important than cases you know! I know its boring but, so is school! You pretend to be a 'High-Functioning Sociopath' but you know you aren't, its just the term you use so people don't question your lack of being social and not caring for most people because of how intelligent they are. I don't blame you, there are some goldfish out there, but don't try that trick on me" I smiled after that and his mouth was open in awe, never meeting his match before that moment I guess.
His awe became a small sincere smile.
"I have a feeling we are going to get along quite nicely Ms.?""(L/N)! (Y/N) (L/N)!" You pushed him gently aside and walked upstairs he soon followed you but stopped at his floor. Out if your peripheral you could see him smiling to himself.
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The Occasional Murder
FanfictionOne day (Y/N) decides to move to central London where there are kidnappings and thrillers aplenty. She meets her neighbors: a retired exotic dancer, a soldier who was wounded in battle, and an adorable man with sociopathic tendencies. Read to find o...