The Scientist

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I recently started watching Sherlock on Netflix and fell in love with it. So, I am relatively new to the fandom, so please don't go super saiyan crazy on me if you absolutely hate the idea of a Sherlock/oc story. Reviews are always nice, just please don't go to the extreme in hurting my feelings, though you are entitled to your own opinion. Please read, review and enjoy! P.s, can anyone guess where this title is from?

Prologue

He was… different from everyone else. I knew that much just by looking at him. Even before I formally met him, the brief encounter we did have, which was very brief, aroused questions in me. Questions to this day I still don't have answers to. Running into him was an accident really. Though now, it has occurred to me, that maybe, he wanted me to run into him. Like he planned for us to meet. I guess that's one of life's great mysteries. You never know who you'll meet, or how they will change your life.

I was running for my life. The dark and vast streets of London were mysteriously vacant; leading me to think that whoever was trying to kill me had purposefully made it that way. My worn sneakers smacked against the gravel pavement, echoing eerily around me. My breathing was heavy, almost to the point where I would pass out if I exerted myself anymore.

I stopped for a moment under a streetlamp, trying to catch my breath, and keep my quivering body from collapsing. I laughed, a quick huff, relieved and astonished to see that I had eluded a speeding car, with only my body's speed. Fear and adrenaline helped also.

I straightened up from my bent over position, and looked around, running my sweaty hands through my hair. I need a shower. I thought absentmindedly, wincing as I moved my legs forward. At least I escaped. I thought, a smug smile sliding on my face.

That's when the car rounded the corner.

The rubber tires screeched as they skidded around the block, burning rubber behind them. Headlights flashed on, blinding me instantly. I shielded my eyes quickly, then forced my legs to run once more.

After only two minutes, my legs were calling it quits. I started to slow down, even as I tried to force myself to go faster. In my desperation to get away, I made the mistake of turning. Right into an alley.

"Oh no. No no no no no!" I blew out, my heart hammering inside me like a jackhammer. I darted my head around to see if there was any way out, but to my horror, there was none. I turned to try and run back out the way I came, but stopped mid-stride. The car was blocking the exit.

It was sleek, and black, with darkly tinted windows, making it impossible for me to see into it. Not that it would have mattered. Being able to see my murderer wouldn't make death come any slower.

I slowly backed up, as the car inched forward, both of us seeming to move the same distance each time. Our deadly tango stopped, when my back hit the alley wall.

The car stopped abruptly, the headlights shutting off, bathing the alley in darkness.

I gasped, trying futilely to adjust my eyes. I could hear the car door open, and the clicking of shoes approach me. Only when the figures were two feet in front of me could I see the outline of them. There were three of them. All men, I could tell from the broad shoulders and seemingly bald heads. I couldn't make out any of their facial features, which frightened me more than if I could've seen their faces. One of the men stepped forward, causing me to whimper softly and press myself against the wall. Then he spoke.

"Where is it?" He asked, in a stern voice. I was confused, what is he talking about? I wondered.

"I'll ask you again. Where is it?" He asked, more forcefully this time.

"W-What are you talking about?" I stammered.

"Don't play dumb with me. I know you know where it is." He growled.

"It?" I whispered, gulping nervously.

"THE CODE!" He roared, making me cry out and cover my ears. "The code that you stole from me. I want it back. Now." The man threatened, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out an object. I didn't know what that object was until I heard a click. I started hyperventilating. The man took a step toward me.

"Tell me where it is, or I'll blow your pretty brains out." He said sweetly, pointing the gun at me.

"Please. I don't know what you're talking abo-"

"One." I was cut off when the man began counting. And I knew what would happen when he got to three.

"Two." He continued, stepping closer, aiming the gun.

I shut my eyes as the man opened his mouth to seal my fate.

"Moriarity!" A voice shouted. To me, that voice was the voice of an angel. I opened my eyes to see the outline of yet another man, standing in the entrance of the alley.

"Ah, look who has arrived to save the day." The man with the gun said, turning to face the other man. The man in the entrance began walking toward us, filling me with the hope that he would somehow save me.

My hope was quickly dissipated however, when the man with the gun roughly grabbed my hair and pulled me to stand in front of him.

"Not another step or this will be another skull to put on your mantle." The man chuckled, pressing the gun to my head.

"Moriarity, what do you want from her?" the other man asked, stopping upon the threat.

"That's for me to know and for you to.. find out." My captor said, pressing the gun deeper into my cranium. I whimpered at the uncomfortable sensation.

The other man began walking towards us again.

"Ah ah ah. You wouldn't want this poor girl's brains spattered all over the building now would you? Be a hell of a mess to clean up. Or maybe you would like that? I heard you got off on that sort of thing. No... You wouldn't would you? You have so many questions. Theories running through your head right now about my connection to this girl. What does he want from her? What does she have that my archenemy could want? I can read you like a book. This chapter should be very interesting. Let's start from, once upon a time…" My captor slowly pressed his finger down on the trigger.

In a flash, the other man tackled me and my captor both to the ground, evidently freeing me. I scrambled up and watched in shock and awe, how quickly and gracefully the man moved, the swishing of his coat, reaching my eyes through the inky dark.

In the end, my captor swung and landed a blow to the other man's head, effectively stunning him for a moment. It was all my captor needed. In the time that the man had been struck, my captor and the two other men had jumped into their car and sped away.

"Damn." The man cursed, spitting at the car as it left the alleyway. I feverently tried to see him through the darkness, but to no avail. I shakily stepped closer to the man, to thank him for saving me.

But before I could, he roughly grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the alley and pushed me up against the wall adjacent to it.

I could see him clearly now. And what a sight he was. I gasped as I took in the beautiful man before me.

He was tall. Around six feet I'd say. Dark black hair, followed by a similarly dark pair of eyebrows, contrasted excellently with his light sky blue eyes. And to top it all off he had gorgeously carved cheekbones along with the most succulent pair of cupid's bow lips I'd ever seen.

His pale skin glowed under the streetlamps, leaving me speechless for a moment.

"What did Moriarity want from you?" He asked quietly, his voice sending shivers up my spine.

"Who?" I asked, staring into his hypnotizing eyes.

"The man in the alleyway." He said more forcefully this time, snapping me out of my stupor.

"I don't know. He kept going on about some sort of code." I explained, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice.

"Code? What kind of code? Why would he ask you about a code?" he asked intensely, putting his hands on either side of my head. I swallowed at the unexpected close proximity.

"He thought I had the code." I said, now frightened of this strange man before me.

"Do you?" The man queried his eyes boring into mine.

"N-No. I swear. I have no idea what is going on .One minute I'm walking home, and the next I'm being shot at and hunted down." I shook slightly, aware it had started to drizzle.

The man stared at me, long and hard, seemingly unfazed by the downfall of rain. Then, it seemed as if he came to a conclusion, for he slowly slid away from me, and backed up, turning to glance around him. "Where do you live?" He asked out of the blue.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off.

"No, don't tell me. I already know. 122 Kensington St, judging by the heavy brick residue on your shoes, and not to mention that bakery smell. It lingers, even after so many hours. I recognize it. Daniel's Bakery. Only bakery in all of London that uses special chemicals in their wheat to keep the scent fresh even if the bread is not. Also, right across the street from where you live. You go there almost everyday; the bread under your fingernails is evidence of that. You try to resist going there, you know the bread is stale, yet you go because the smell is inviting."

I gaped at him for a minute before recovering. "How did you-"

"I am a detective. This is what I do. Impressed? You should be." The man began walking away. I followed him, not sure where else to go. "I'll have John get your belongings tomorrow morning. You'll be staying with me until I crack this case." He stated simply, his hands folded behind his back.

"Are you insane? What makes you think I would just move in with a complete stranger?" I yelled, my anger rising.

He stopped then, making me stumble back in order to avoid running into him. He turned to stare at me, rooting me to the spot. I suddenly felt very foolish about my outburst, and very, idiotic.

"You find me intriguing. A mystery. Dark secretive stranger come to save you. You're curious. You want to know more about me, to sate that curiosity. You have questions, and I can answer them. Now, follow me. I must find a cab." After he said this, he turned once more and began walking away. I watched him, still rooted to the spot, before I called out to him.

"Who are you?" I yelled, cringing as a rain drop hit my eyelid. He stopped, and looked over his shoulder, a small smile on his face.

"Sherlock Holmes."

And thus, our descent into madness began.