"Ok start from the beginning?" John asked you as he handed you a cup of coffee Mrs Hutson had made for you.
"Also Sherlock no comments while she's speaking got it?"

You watched as Sherlock sighed with annoyance but continued to keep his mouth shut. Mrs Hutson had left the room to give you some privacy but John hadn't even bothered to try moving Sherlock.

"Harry didn't exactly send me here…" You started.
"…I came to London to work in the secret service to design and manufacture weapons; I needed a place to stay. Please don't be mad."

John buried his head in his hands with a groan.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me. Let me guess, Harry has no idea where you are."

You mumbled the word "No" just so it was just hearable. Well to be honest Harry thought you were at a college located in the area so technically you didn't lie completely.

"Nope. I can't have you stay here when Harry doesn't know where you are. Also WHY secret service?! People die in that profession."

"People die being soldiers as well." You shot back. "People die in any circumstance they are put in."

John was taken aback by your reasoning but quickly regained his composure.
"That was different; I had years of training and experience. How old are you again?"

"(Age) years old next month."

"You see! That is still far too youn…"

"May I add something?" Sherlock spoke interrupting John.

"John your emotional failing around is meaningless, she could be of use to us." He placed his glance on you and folded his hands over each other.

"If you think that I will allow for you to use me to spy on Mycroft…." You started.

"You mistake me (Name) I was actually suggesting the opposite. John, (Name) needs a place to stay that is close to her workplace. You may have forgotten John but members of the secret service are not allowed to speak of their profession. Mrs Hutson already left the room however you and I are now aware of her work. Also the thought of spying on my brother is just dull. "

"Just get the point Sherlock." He sighed exhaustively.

"The 'Point' John is that now a stranger has figured out her work within less than a minute." He gestured to himself. "As part of British protocol she has to remain in the close circle of this person to be sure that their identity is not given away. It seems she has to stay."

John seemed to be lost for words.

"Is that true (Name)?" he asked you.

You nodded your head quickly. It wasn't exactly a farfetched lie. If someone found out about your work you just had to make them sign an agreement to ensure their silence. Sherlock must have known that. Why was he helping you…?

John threw his hands into the air with defeat.
"Fine! You can stay but you have to tell Harry that you're with me. She may not approve of you staying with another male in same apartment." He gestured to Sherlock.

"Married to my work John. I thought we went over this." He replied instantly.

You grinned widely and picked up your bags, moving over to the couch.

"Whoa. No you're not sleeping on the couch." John piped up when he saw you move.
"We do have some class despite all this mess. You can sleep in my bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

You mumbled a word of thanks and took your stuff to the room that John directed you to. The smell alone just wanted to make you pass out. How did they manage to live in this state? You made the terrible mistake of opening a cupboard to put your bag in and came face to face with full-body skeleton. You gave a small scream from fright and then continued to check if it was authentic or not.
Nope. Very real…

"Why on earth is there a skeleton in the closet?!" You yelled as you poked your head around the corner.

"Oh that's Blake Trifold. Old colleague of mine. Don't mind him."

Why was it you were starting to get the feeling that this was a bad idea…
You were about to go off at Sherlock and John and remind them of the importance of "Personal Hygiene" when a rather attractive grey-haired policeman barged into the flat.

"Another case?" Sherlock said standing up straight away.

"Yeah I wish. The press wants you to make an appearance at this exhibit that's opened downtown. Apparently you helped out the owner some time ago…"

"You mean the art director form 'The case in black paint'?" you piped up from the back.

"You read my blog?" John said while staring at you.

"As embarrassing as it is to see my uncle attempt to use the internet, yes I do read it. How do you think I knew where you lived." You replied.

"Who's that…Nah stuff that we don't have time for introductions. Look are you coming or not because according to my watch you were meant to be there 3 minutes ago."

From the looks of it Sherlock was about to open his mouth to complain when John threw his coat at him and started to drag him towards the door.
"Yes yes we are coming. (Name) you're going as well. I don't want you staying here when I don't know what you're up to. Is that ok Lestrade?"

The policeman that now bore a name nodded his head and followed out the door behind Sherlock. (Who I might mention was complaining about the whole affair being less than a 3)
You rolled your (E/c) eyes sarcastically and mumbled something like "I'm not a little kid any more." but honestly the thought of getting out of the house excited you. You ran after Lestrade and grabbed your coat that was still resting by the door, wrapping your lilac scarf around your neck.

Just like John used to always say to you as a kid.
"We are going on an adventure."

Hey all. Sorry for such a slow update. i promise to pick up the pace soon and have the next chapter out ASAP. +10 points to anyone who got the Hobbit reference i slipped in. So please let me know what you think and if i should change anything.

Thankyous ^w^