Hey everyone! Thanks for the reviews if you reviewed (SEVEN on the first chap! THANK YOU!) and thanks to those who Fav'd or Alerted, or both, that happens sometimes doesn't it. Anyway! Glad to continue. So here's the next chapter, going to jump into The Great Game at first then have ideas of my own put in, they'll probably be terrible but whatever. I'll try. As for the reason starting there, I don't feel like doing The Banker one, didn't like it as much sorry, haha.

Moving on! Here's the next chapter! Still don't own anything you may recognise, hehe. If I did you'd know. I'd be calling Benedict Cucumber... I can say his real surname, but when I heard it for the first time I thought of cucumbers, so I call him cucumber now. I'm not even kidding, I'm being deadly serious. I call him Cucumber.

There's A 221D?

I had been thinking the whole way, at least I had managed to grab some money, oh, I didn't pay for that glass of water. Oh I'll pay later. Done worse in my life after all. I pulled my glasses off taking a look at them wiping on my top. But decided to just put them in my pocket. The cab pulled to a stop and I glanced out to see the small shop called 'Speedy's' huh, we're here. I got out and the cabbie reached out grabbing my wrist.

"You need to pay!" He snapped not happy. I sighed throwing some money in the window and just walking to the door. I heard him growl before driving off. I glanced up at the darkened sky. Well, its clearly getting late. I walked up and knocked the knocker up top, always felt like doing that, people knock or ring but you don't see them use that. I had thought up ideas. I could have given them the case to get me home, but why would I want to go home, boring. This will be much more fun. I'll just agree to the money from Mycroft when he offers it, so long as I get to help Sherlock out. There's not much doubt with that, I've seen the TV ones, so I know what will happen, from that, I can move in. Mrs Hudson opened the door grinning.

"Hello, are you here to see the boys?" She asked and I faked a 'I don't know who your talking about' look.

"No, no, I'm here wondering if you have any spare rooms to rent out. I don't have a place to stay at the moment. Parents threw me out." I half lied, faking a sad look. My step father had thrown me out after marrying my mother, he and I don't get on for that. My mother sends me money as a sorry now. Well, actually, now I've probably fallen off the face of the Earth. She had a soft caring look now and gently laid a hand on my shoulder almost pulling me in. but I walked in and she even closed the door behind me. She lead me towards her apartment in the building and sighed.

"Would you like a cup of tea dearie?" She asked and I hummed, shaking my head.

"I prefer coffee, but you really don't have to I had a drink a while ago." I told her looking round. Hmm, So this was Mrs Hudsons, never saw all that much on my Laptop screen.

"Oh no dear I have plenty coffee, how do you take it?" Mrs Hudson asked and I sighed, fine.

"If you insist on making some then fine. Black three sugars." I muttered, I wont drink it all, possibly not even a quarter. Now, plan, how do I get involved in helping Sherlock? Number one was move in the same building. Now... There's multiple things I can do. Once Mrs Hudson sat down at the table waving for me to it too. Two bangs came from above.

"Oh that's probably Sherlock, he's one of the two who live upstairs, he can be noisy but other times its almost like he's not even here. John goes out a lot though." Mrs Hudson told me and I hummed taking a sip of the coffee, it was surprisingly better than I'd expected and better than any shop I bought coffee in. Trust me, that's saying something.

"So," I began just as another series of bangs went off along with some creaking of floorboards and a door closing. "There's a spare room I can rent out?" I asked her diverting both of us back to the main reason I had arrived.

"Ah yes! One other room upstairs, its just one room though, as in an actual house door on it, but on the other side of that door where the stairs stop there's another door, that's usually what I would say will be your bathroom. There's a bathroom on each floor. You wouldn't have a kitchen I'm afraid, you could ask to share Sherlock's but I wont have you bother. He'll likely deny anyway but you can use my kitchen if you'd like." I frowned at that, no kitchen, not too big a trouble.

"Might just share yours if you don't mind, I don't eat all too much and you make fantastic coffee, why not?" I told her faking a cheery smile, I was a little bored. Some muffled shouts came after we talked for a minute more on rent and boring things like that.

"If you don't mind I'll pop upstairs." Mrs Hudson smiled, I got up thinking quickly.

"You could show me my room, introduce me to them even." I stated before following her as we walked to the stairs.

"Out I need some air." Was snapped, John by the sound of it. He threw the door open. "Sorry Mrs..." He trailed looking from her to me as he left the flat Mrs Hudson going in. "Hi I'm John Watson."

"Jodie Kennedy. I'm moving in, upstairs apparently." I told him looking up said stairs.

"Yeah, cool, look, sorry to leave in such a rush, only just met and all, but I'm not happy with Sherlock so I'm just going to go. Sorry again, hope you like 221D it looks good up there, besides you know, being an attic." He rambled out at me and I frowned. 221D? There was a 221D? It was a moment or two before I realised he'd left and Mrs Hudson too, so I headed up. One room, more stairs. Then two doors, one with 221D the other I'm guessing is that bathroom, the one Mrs H was meaning. I tried the door only it was locked, two seconds later, a loud boom went off throwing me to the floor, as the whole building had shaken. I groaned pulling up to my knees seeing some things had shattered the door for the bathroom had blown open. Mrs Hudson! My eyes widened and I jumped up making myself go downstairs quickly, I heard a shout, I wasn't sure who yet. I just burst in Sherlock's flat and caught him helping Mrs H into a seat on the couch which looks like it was wiped of glass and other things.

"What are you doing?" I heard him ask as I watched.

"Mrs Hudson I'm glad you're alright." I said to her completely ignoring him. He literally glared me up and down, probably angry I burst in mixed with trying to deduce who I am. I was looking over Mrs H myself, standing by the door when he stopped and probably realised I had yet to answer him, so he moved closer glaring still.

"Oh Sherlock leave her be, she's thinking of moving in upstairs." Mrs Hudson told him and he frowned at her.

"She cant take John's room where will he go?" Sherlock almost seemed to snap that at her. Ah, so he really does like John, hopefully not in...THAT... way though.

"Not his room there's one above that, 221D." I told him and he looked round at me for a second before turning to Mrs Hudson.

"There's a 221D?" He asked clarifying what I said was true I suppose. Mrs Hudson nodded and his mouth dropped open a little. "All this time you never even told me?" He snapped pacing a little between us.

"You told me to show you when I got as far as C and once I'd shown you, you picked here. Not my fault." She said getting up and heading to the door patting her dress down some dust coming off. She began to mumble to herself as she left. Sherlock turned to me as she left.

"Worried for Mrs Hudson's life." He scoffed a little. "I wouldn't if I were you."

"Why not?" I asked, knowing one thing he could say to do with emotions.

"Mrs Hudson wont die, no use worrying over something that wont happen for quite some time. Besides, emotions are a weakness." Sherlock rolled his eyes a little trying to clear the rubble off chairs.

"I wasn't worried for her life." I told him honestly. He paused and frowned at me, as if he had me all figured out and I just told him he was wrong. Maybe he really did think I worried over her life?

"Then what?" He asked standing straight to look me over again as if he missed something. Hey, maybe he did? I'm not him I couldn't tell you.

"Well if she got hurt, who makes me coffee in the morning?" I smirked turning and walking out. Completely missing the slight smirk before he glared after me. I found Mrs Hudson downstairs who gave me the key to 221D and the front door before I decided to head out and see if my bank cards would work here before I try for Mycroft or I wont be able to pay Mrs Hudson if my Mycroft plan fails. It was when I left, that I remembered, I hadn't asked him if he had the answer to the third message on his website.

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By the time morning had come I realised my bank card did work here somehow, I also had quite some money. Enough for a month or so and buying things to settle in with at least. I had visited 221D, seeing what was there. Apparently not much. There was a dark wooden bed frame. I liked that, It was the only thing there. There was of course a door in the far corner. Which happened to be a wardrobe, a decent sized one. Two rails a doorway apart, the end of it was shelved slanted with a stopper stopping anything I put in it falling. It was also then I noticed, these were the only clothes I had. So I spent most of the morning out, either normal window shopping or shopping on my mobile using up internet. I bought myself a new piano. Except, it worked and sat like a keyboard. Different settings and all, but still had the pedals at the bottom. My only problem... getting it inside the flat and up all those damned stairs.

Maybe it'll be like my mattress? Halfway up the stairs, Sherlock will ask how I'm doing and if I needed help, before ignoring me and going back in his flat. The show was right, he's an ass. I managed to convince one taxi driver to help me get to 221B by saying I'd pay him extra. Guess who's loosing more money than they thought they would? That's right, me. I gave him an extra bit since he was nice enough to help me get it to the door of 221B as well. When I got to the door after hurriedly paying the man there was a person staring at my new piano keyboard combo. When I got closer I realised who it in fact was.

"Are you going to stare at that box forever, cause I'd rather you didn't since I'll be taking it inside." I smirked slightly as he looked me up and down, pretty much copying Sherlock earlier without as much glaring, but no emotion of any sort in his eyes.

"Are you delivering it to Sherlock or?" Mycroft asked, frowning at me a little.

"Actually, I live in 221D." I told him, glaring at him a little. As if I was a delivery girl. Never could I possibly manage such a mundane job. In fact, just about any job is pretty much impossible, without me getting bored and causing something to happen in which I'd be fired for anyway.

"There's a 221D?" He hummed slightly. "I never knew."

"No worries, apparently no one else did either." I smirked reaching a hand to the door checking if it was open. Which it was. He was watching as I lifted the piano straining a little, it was very big and very heavy. A guy in the shop wanted one and after failing at lifting it asked if they delivered. Which they didn't. "I do hope you either plan on stop staring or helping." I stated giving him a look.

"I'm afraid I'm not one for much... exercise." Mycroft gave me one of those looks where his face scrunches a little as he smiles. Probably because it's a fake smile. I rolled my eyes heading up the stairs. No kidding. "I'm here to see Sherlock. In case you were wondering people often do." I scoffed and he looked up the stairs towards me.

"Yeah, by people you mean John. I'm not people." I told him staring at him with a certain look of mine, one that said 'I know all about you' I'd used it on a friend once and it creeped her out, and I actually did know all about her. I was pretty much desperate to use the piano once I managed to get it up. No thanks to either of the Holmes. Of course I set it up right away. Then just because I could, I played Sherlock's theme tune. Stupid idea but it was catchy. I played a bunch of other songs too. But I noticed that since Mycroft was here then perhaps its that 'Great Game' episode. I played one more tune before curiosity got better of me and I sneaked my way down the stairs. I could hear them talking.

"How's Sarah John? How was the lilo?" I heard Sherlock ask, I rolled my eyes, it was 'Great Game' then?

"Sofa, Sherlock, It was the sofa." Mycroft, or as they put it, the Queen. I smirked. I thought back on the episode. Sherlock had glanced at John deducing him. Seeing if his dear older brother was right.

"Oh yes, of course." He muttered, I could hear his violin plucking every now and then.

"How?" I heard John begin. No not a good idea, you don't want them both talking about how they noticed that. "Oh, never mind." John wisely added.

"Sherlock's business seems to be booming since you and he became..." Mycroft began changing the subject. "Pals." Ha, but according to Sherlock, he hasn't got friends. "What's he like to live with? Hellish I imagine?" Mycroft added I heard a floorboard creak below my foot and held my breath.

"I'm never bored." John muttered in response.

"Good, that's good isn't it?" Mycroft probably faking interest and a happy expression. The floor inside the flat creaked slightly, someone getting up?

"Actually Mycroft, I'd wait if I were you, the conversation isn't privet any more." Sherlock's voice said and I heard a huff.

"Ah, I see." Mycroft muttered and I frowned, what? Do they know I'm here?

"Wait. What is it?" John's voice came through the door, I leaned ever so slightly closer.

"Your new neighbour. She plays piano." Mycroft told John.

"So?" John questioned confused. But I realised and backed from the door slowly.

"It was playing mere minutes ago. So why stop?" Mycroft continued.

"She's listening in." Sherlock finished. Footsteps were heard and the door opened. Sherlock, John and Mycroft all had different looks. Sherlock seemed to have a smirk, almost glad I was here. John looked extremely confused and Mycroft had that fake smile of his, that he probably thinks looks normal. It really looks weird.

"I was right." I muttered. Their grins fell to straight faces. Except John.

"Right about what?" John asked only looking more confused.

"Your his bother." I stated waving a pointing finger from Mycroft to Sherlock. The two frowned as I came in and took the folder glancing over it before handing it to John. "Andrew West, a civil servant, found dead on the tracks at Battersea Station this morning with his head smashed in." I rambled out remembering the episode.

"How do you know that?" Mycroft asked not very happy. I gave him the 'Are you kidding me?' look.

"It says so in the folder you just let me look over before handing to John." I told him slowly as if he was stupid. He glared but Sherlock smirked going back to his seat taking the bow for his violin out.

"Either way it's probably best you forget that." Mycroft told me and turned to John. "Andrew West was working on something secretive. There are plans on a memory stick. I need you two to help find them. Can't have them falling into the wrong hands." Then he turned to Sherlock. "Don't make me order you."

"I'd like to see you try." Sherlock muttered ready to play his violin. Mycroft leaned in.

"Think it over." Mycroft told him before then making his leave. He walked over to John. "Goodbye John." He shook hands with him. He then turned to me glancing me up and down. He held his hand out. "And very nice to have met you... Miss?" He paused hand in mid air. I glanced at it but folded my arms.

"Jodie Kennedy. Goodbye Mycroft Holmes." I stated my normally calm face moving to a slight frown, especially when he gave both John and I that creepy grin.

"I'll see you both very soon." Mycroft said walking out the door to the awful tune Sherlock played just to get rid of him faster. Well, this all went different than I originally planned.

And that's all for now guys! Sorry if anyone is OOC first time doing Sherlock haha. I know I've jumped straight to an episode but I have my own plan for in between, a case for them all to work on. :)

It involves Jodie very much so... that's all I'm saying! Shhh! Spoilers!

ANYWAY! Tell me what you thought! Should I continue or just stop and tell you my plot for someone better to type hahaha. Nah I'm gonna type it all anyway. See you all next time!

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