Hello fellow readers!

this is my first time writing a fanfic. I hope that every one that reads it and loves Sherlock Holmes likes this. I am a MAJOR Sherlock fan and I just hope that this story does it justice.

I also want to try a challenge out. 5 VOTES for an early chapter! :) lets see if this happens.

Also I am going to try to add a song to every chapter. Where you see a bold <> that is were I intended for the song to go in. However you don't have to listen to it. I just think that music adds so much to the story so my goal is just for you to get more into the book.

Enjoy

"So here's the deal. If you help us out in this case and the up coming cases to come, we will get you out of here. You will work with us for three years and when that time is up we will reevaluate the deal first made," Lestrade explained to me calmly as if he has rehearsed this for a solid day before he came.

I couldn't believe my ears as he said this to me. It sounded to good to be true, it had to be. I held back a smile as I watched he's body language to make sure this was true. The way he's eyes kept on darting from me to the table I knew he was holding something back. "What are you not telling me?" I asked him as I frowned.

He bit his lip which only confirmed he was not being honest with me about something. "You will be under supervision of the one and only Sherlock Holmes," he said as he stared at me, watching to see what I would do.

I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes to control my anger and disappointment. I knew it sounded to good to be true. Everyone knew I couldn't stand him, even Lestrude knew it and he was what I would call dim. As much as I wanted to get out of here I wasn't going to work with him, ever. I would rather try to break out of here and go through the risk of never coming back to London instead of working with him for three years. If he was so smart he had to know that I didn't kill the man from that bank but yet I still ended up in here. "No, the answer is no," I said firmly as I opened my eyes to see a worried look on Lestrudes face as if he was expecting me to attack him or something. 

"If you just..."

"No!" I shouted as I got up from my seat. "He ruined me, he did! I will not work for him! Ever! Get out, now! I'm done with this and you!" I walked over to the door and opened it, with anger in my eyes.

He sighed as if he was expecting me to act like this. He stood up from his metal chair and gave a nod to me as he walked past. "If you change your mind. You know who to call. We do need you Rori. You could be out of this place," he said softly as he handed me his calling card right before walking out.

I shoved the card into my pocket as I walked back to my cell early that night. My mind was spinning as I thought about the deal that was offered. I knew being in here was killing me, but to be with him for three years? No. I don't think I could do it. "What do I do?" I said to myself as I looked at the card again. I couldn't stand Sherlock but was it worth living here to avoid him?

The next day went by like normal. I kept the card in my pocket, reminding me to only think about the offer. For the past 20 hours that was the only thing on my mind. My mind was telling me not to do it but my body was dying here. I wasn't living, I wasn't alive, I was just existing. Out there I could make things right and I had a lot to make right. Out there I had a life to live. But I couldn't stand Sherlock. He was supposed to be brilliant, if he was so smart theny did I get placed here? couldn't he see that I was framed? I didn't even have a gun. Without even asking if I did it he locked me in here without a chance to get out. but then why did he want me out now?

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"Oi we have some unfinished business," Jemma said to me as I passed her in the hall.

"Give it a rest girly," I sighed, not even looking back at her. I had other things on my mind at the moment that didn't involve her. I didn't want to deal with petty fights, that was below me and now I didn't have a crowd to show that anyone could stand up to her.

"I'll give it a rest when I want to rest it," she said as her voice got louder. I knew what she was going to do, like she did to almost everyone that stood up to her. She was going to charge me and pull out a little razor she made herself. I turned to face her and saw that she had something shine in her hand. I was right again.

She was right handed she was only going to swing right. If I stayed out of reach on the left I should be fine. She ran up to me and swung her arm wide to cut my arm but I ducted and pushed her back against a wall. She stumbled back with a look of shook  and then came running back at me. She was more like lunging towards me and I knew that with a simple dead leg would throw her off, enough for her to fall to the ground.

She had street fighting skills but that only got you so far, those moves were sloppy and if you knew what you were doing you could easily overpower them. As she got close enough I dead legged her and she fell to the ground, throwing her razor out of her hand on the process. I ran over and picked it up before she had time to get up. "Now I don't think you'll need this anytime soon," I said and forced a smile at her just to make her even more mad and put the razor in my pocket and walked away.

As I got to the closest trash can I threw the razor in it then walked away. She wasn't going to hurt anyone with that again.

That was it, I couldn't live here anymore. I was finished with this. I was finished with this prison and the petty people in here. No matter how much I couldn't stand him I had to get out of here where the life was better.

I got up to a prison pay phone and used the last bit of change they gave me and put it in. I dialed the number on the card and held up the phone to my ear. "Ello?" Lestrude said on the other end.

"It's Rori. I want in," I said firmly even though my mind was yelling at me, telling me I was foolish and I shouldn't do this but I blocked it out of my mind.

"Ah, glad to hear it Miss Anderson. I'll pick you up in two hours, be ready for me," he said and hung up.

I was amazed that I was going to get out of here so soon. I thought there would be paperwork that he would have to fill out before hand. I thought I wouldn't be able to get out of here for another week. I really didn't care how he did managed to get me out so soon though, as long as I was out, that was all that mattered.  All that was running through my mind was, I was getting out.

The last two hours of prison felt like they didn't go fast enough. Every minute that ticked by felt like a life time. I didn't have any personal items to pack so I just sat on my cell bed staring at the wall across the room messing with my little colored beaded bracelet that I have had for years.

"Rori Anderson?" a guard said to me as he unlocked my cell door.

"Yes?" I said and shot up from the bed I was sitting on.

"It's time to go."

"YES!" I cheered and practically ran out of the cell I lived in for the past 8 months. I was never going to see this place again. I was determined of that, I would do anything to stop me from getting here again.

After I signed the paper work one of the guard's handed me my old street clothes, the ones I came in here with. I got into the bathroom and changed in my street clothes that I never thought I would see again. I looked into the mirror of the bathroom to see my reflection. My red wavy hair stood out against my blue button down shirt and my red skinny jeans made my butt look good once again. I smiled at myself in the mirror. I never thought I would see me in these clothes again but here I was.

I walked into the lobby to see none other then Inspector Lestrade with a smile plastered onto his silly little face like he knew I would take his deal.

"Ello, Rori. Ready to leave?" he said as I walked up to him.

"Yeah," I stated.

As we road to my new home as Inspector blabbed about the rules I needed to follow and if I didn't follow them I would go back to prison. For the most part I had to follow exactly what Holmes said or what the officers told me to do. I didn't know what it would be like if I had to follow everything and it scared me  a little. I didn't know how bad it would be. I had never has anyone tell me what to do. Forever I was my own boss, I listened to only myself. would they just boss me around or would they mainly leave me alone? Would they treat me poorly? After about 30 minutes of going around talking about the same things over and over again he finally caught that I didn't want to talk and stopped. I had nothing to say to him, I understood what was needed of me and I would do it, he knew I would.

I didn't know what it would be like living with Sherlock but one thing was for sure I was going to stay away from him as much as possible. He was supposed to keep track of me but he could do that at a distance, I was sure of that.

We turned down different roads until we turned out in the road that I knew too well, Baker street. out of all the streets of London, this was the only street I refused to walk on because of Mr. Holmes.

"So, er, you'll be sharing flat with Holmes but you get your own room. It's odd, I know, but you'll see. It's not that bad," Inspector said to me as he parked the car.

My heart dropped even more when he said that to me. I thought I would be able to have a different flat to avoid him at all costs but now I was going to be in the same flat as him. I didn't say anything back to him as we walked to the front door.  Before we had even time to knock, a friendly grandmother looking lady popped her head out the door. "Lestrude, thank goodness you're here, do you have a new case? He is driving me mad," she said to the Inspector with a tired look on her face.

"Sorry Miss Hudson, this is Rori Anderson."

I gave a small smile to her just to be polite.

"Ah his new partner, even better," she said and smiled widely at me.

"No, Ma'am, I'm not his partner. I don't even want to work with him. I'm just like a person he car pools with," I said to her.

"Sure, dear, well, it's cold out, come, come in," she said, not believing my statement and brushing me aside before opening the door fully for us to step into a beautiful entrance that made me smile. The bright colors on the walls felt must more welcoming then the gray of the prison I was use to. And the delicious smell that was coming from down the hall was tempting me. I hadn't smelt things so good in forever.

"Wow." Was all I could say about this warm bright place.

"He's up stairs, Lestrude, if you would?" the women said to the inspector.

"Thank you miss Hudson," he said as he walked up the old creaky stairs. The inspector didn't even knock as we walked into Sherlock's apartment. I looked around the room in shock, It was a mess, with papers all over the place and random food on the table. you would think that the person that lived here never left the house and collected everything like a hoarder. I didn't think it would be this bad. I would have to do some major cleaning.

"Sherlock, you have a guest," Lestrude said bluntly to a messy haired man laying on the couch with his eyes closed.

"Ah, leave her here will you?" he said as he pushed on his temple with his thumbs. I knew he was thinking about something, I could see it in his body language and I could also see that he wasn't in the mood to talk to the inspector or even me for that matter. That kind of set me on edge, I just got here and I didn't even want to be here but yet he didn't seem care.

"I can't just leave her here."

"Sure you can, she was going to stay here wasn't she?" he said as he got up from the couch and walked over to us.  "It's been awhile Anderson," Sherlock said and held out his hand for me to shake it.

"It has," I said bluntly to him as I eyed his hand without moving. I wasn't going to shake it. He already got the vibe that I didn't want to be with him and I just wanted to show that vibe ever stronger.

"Well, Rori, um, about living, here's the key, don't forget about it now. Your room is at the end of the hall there," the Inspector said to break the awkwardness and handed me the copper key and pointed to the left of me.

"Great, thanks," I said with a straight face.

"Oh and you need some street clothes. Here is a hundred. We will be paying you for your time, sometimes, but here is this to start," the inspector said and gave me a hundred quid.

"Thanks," I said as I still stared at Sherlock with hatred.

"Well, that's all, you kids have fun." And with that he left the room and I heard him go quickly down the stairs and out the front door. He must have thought we were going to self explode with the speed he used to get out of here.

"Well, are you going to leave?" Sherlock asked me after a minute of me just standing there with the key and money in my hands as I looked around the room, thinking about what my next plan was.

"Why do you think that?" I snapped at him.

"You don't want to be here  with me and by now you would have left for you room to get away from me but yet your still here. and I just saw you put your key in your pocket, your thinking about leaving."

I didn't even realize that I had stuck my key in my pocket but when I checked it was there.  I did want to leave but I didn't want to break the rules that the Inspector placed before me, as much as I didn't want to be here I didn't want to go back more.

"There's a store of clothes down the road. Be back before dark," Sherlock said and turned his back to me, and without another word I left.