Elizabeth Naevee is many things. Normal. Food-loving. Wary of egocentric, high-functioning sociopaths. When Lizzie moves to 221C Baker Street, London, she doesn't expect it to be boring, but she expects it to get old after awhile. The landlady seems nice enough, and the apart- excuse me... flat... was cozy. Gosh-darned British lingo... That was one thing Lizzie isn't quite sure about. Teapot, kettle, what was the difference really? Anyways, her assumptions are evaporated very quickly. One day after her move-in and a near heart-attack later, Sherlock Holmes enters her life with a bang. Literally. No, seriously, he was shooting a gun at his wall. ...She also met John Watson, but he's fairly normal... Lizzie finds she doesn't like Sherlock very much. Sherlock finds the feeling mutual. Of course there's also the ax-happy stalker... ~ Takes place after Baskerville and before Reichenbach.