Phoebe smiled as she looked around the city she was moving into.

"Back in London... it's good to see it again..." She hummed as she gripped the strap of her purse.

She used to visit London often with her family before she moved to Sheffield after she graduated. Now that she was ready to move into her own flat, she chose London.

Her mom had gotten a reccomendation from someone, an available flat that would be perfect. It was a basement flat so she was aware of some of the problems she would have, but she had seen pictures and thought it would be a cute little fixer upper.

221C Baker Street.

She had already gone to look at the flat before a few weeks prior. Her new landlady, Mrs Hudson, was such a sweet lady. She hadn't met the two men who lived above her because they had been busy when she came, but she figured she could meet them when she finally moved.

She called her dad as she rode in the cab through the city.

"Hello, sweetheart," her father's voice came through the phone.

"Hi!" She heard her mother as well.

"I just got into London, so I figured I'd give you a call. I'm excited," Phoebe said as she continued to watch the city pass her by. "Though, I am nervous about the people living above me."

"I know you don't really like getting to know people, but maybe you could finally make some new friends," her mother said.

"But what if-"

"Not everyone is gonna abandon you, sweetie. I know your trust was broken, but you don't deserve to go through life alone," her father spoke, making her sigh softly.

"But what if they do? I think it's just better to be on my own. I'm not completely alone though," she replied.

"Yeah, yeah, but I wouldn't say he's the warmest friend," her dad grumbled.

"Maybe not, but at least he gives me good advice when I need it," Phoebe said with a sigh. "Anyways, I'll be there any minute. I just thought I would call you guys to let you know that I'm here and I'm safe."

"We're proud of you, honey. Have fun. and let us know when you finally open your bakery! Love you!" Her mom said through the phone.

Phoebe laughed before replying, "I will. I love you, mom. I love you, dad."

"Love you, hun," her dad said before the line cut off.

She sighed softly and nodded to herself.

"Right. I can make friends. They'll appreciate me," she murmured under her breath, taking a deep breath.

'Who told you that you mattered to me? I never needed you.'

She shook her head as she forced herself to not cry.

"They won't be the same," she tried to reassure herself.

Taking a deep breath as the cab pulled up to the side of the road.

"I've got this."

She took her two suitcases and exited the cab after paying. She walked up to the door that led to the building her new flat was in.

She had already let Mrs Hudson she would be coming today so she walked in and went straight to her flat. She used her key to go inside and put her stuff down.

She heard what sounded like a violin coming from upstairs. She had to admit, it was a beautiful melody.

She nearly walked upstairs to introduce herself, but she froze. Her nerves got the best of her and she turned right around.

She went into the place she felt the most at home, her kitchen.

It was empty, but she had the urge to make some biscuits.

"Okay, so I'm going to need to buy everything. An empty kitchen will not do," she said to herself.

Grabbing her purse, she swiftly left her flat, going to find the nearest store where she would be able to find everything she needed.

After a while, Phoebe got every utensil and ingredient she needed to make the biscuits, as well as some extra items for dinner.

She got to work immediately, surprised that when she got home, the violin was still being played.

She enjoyed the playing nonetheless and swayed to the melody as she moved around her kitchen. This was what she loved to do. She figured it would be good to bring a treat to her new neighbors.

She was now determined to take her father's advice. She would make new friends.

She pulled the treats out of the oven and let them cool down, taking a breath as she pulled out two of the plates she had bought while at the store.

The biscuits were still warm as she put them on the two plates, one for Mrs Hudson, one for the two men who were her neighbors.

Mrs Hudson walked into the flat after hearing some noise and smiled at Phoebe.

"You're here!" The older lady exclaimed.

"Yep! I made some treats for you and the men you said lives in the flat above me!" Phoebe explained cheerfully.

"Oh, that is so sweet of you," Mrs Hudson gushed gratefully.

"Take this plate. It's for you," Phoebe handed her one of the plates of biscuits. "I'll see you later, Mrs Hudson!"

"Be careful, dear!" She warned.

"Why would I have to be careful? I'm sure they aren't that bad." Phoebe walked out and went up the stairs.

She took a deep breath before she knocked on the door and waited with a warm smile.

The door opened and the man smiled at her before saying, "you must be the girl that Mrs Hudson said was moving in downstairs."

"Yep, that's me!" Phoebe confirmed.

"My name is John Watson. Please, come in," John said, letting her inside.

"My name is-"

"Phoebe Hunt."

All of her father's encouragement and her own confidence immediately went down the drain.

A familiar curly haired man made himself known. Phoebe's good mood was swept away quickly.

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes," her voice sounded bitterly.

"William? Your name is- you know this woman?" John looked shocked at the revelation that the two knew each other.

"Yes, you could say that," Sherlock huffed, hating that she used his full name.

"I wish I didn't," Phoebe said and she handed John the plate of biscuits. "Make sure Sherlock doesn't get any."

"But your sweets are the best!" Sherlock whined like a child.

"Don't start, Holmes," she snapped before smiling at John. "It was a pleasure to meet you John. If you would ever like a cup of tea, I'm downstairs."

"I could do with some tea right now," Sherlock butt in.

"I wasn't extending the offer to you, Sherly." Phoebe grimaced at the detective.

"Don't call me that," he grumbled.

"Oh, there are plenty of things I want to call you. Good day, John. I hope to see you around. Enjoy the biscuits."

Phoebe walked out and as soon as the door closed, John looked at Sherlock who immediately took the plate out of his hands.

"I haven't had any sweets from Phoebe in years!"

"Sherlock, explain to me what just happened. Who was that?" John demanded an answer and Sherlock hummed. John sat down, looking at Sherlock with a hard gaze as the detective sat on the couch, getting into the treats yhey were given.

"Mycroft definitely sent her to spy on me. But why her? I mean obviously because they are close, but he knows that she hates me," Sherlock said as if John should know.

"Why does she hate you?" John asked curiously as he grabbed his cup of tea and took a sip.

"I suppose because I danced with her at our senior prom. We had sex that night and I left before she woke up. We never really spoke after that." Sherlock sat down and John nearly spit out his tea.

"You did what?! How could you just leave?!" John asked in shock.

"I had work to do." The sociopath shrugged, not seeing what the big deal was.

"And I'm guessing you didn't apologize," John said as he leaned back in his chair.

"Of course not. Why would I? I didn't have to stay. We had sex and it was over. I made sure that she had no physical injuries and then I left her house. What else was I suppose to do?" Sherlock asked with a mouth full of biscuits.

"Um, wait until she wakes up. Spend time with her after something like that. You don't just leave! It doesn't surprise me that she hates you," John said with exasperation in his tone.

"Who hates Sherlock now? I didn't realize you were still capable of adding to that list," a voice came from the door. "I though the whole world hated you already."

"Ah! Lestrade!" Sherlock prayed for an interesting new case. "Before you say anything, is it worth my time?"

"Possibly," Lestrade said as he looked at Sherlock.

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Phoebe sat in her flat and put her head in her hands.

She couldn't believe that he was here. He was living in the flat above her.

She couldn't stop thinking about their years in school as kids. She always thought they were best friends, but she found out that he never thought of her as anything more than a mystery that he had to solve. As soon as he figured her out, he kicked her to the curb.

Case solved.

It had completely crushed her.

She was glad that she moved away. She moved on. She found happiness elsewhere. She kept in touch with Mycroft, but Sherlock ignored her before she left so she never kept in touch with him. Not that she wanted to.

She was so happy without him. She had changed from the shy little nerd who would do anything to be near her friend who turned out to not be her friend after all.

She leaned against her countertop and the thought crossed her mind that she should call Mycroft. She hadn't told him where she had moved, but she figured he would've just looked up her records.

She looked at her phone on the coffee table and contemplated grabbing it, but she looked at the time on the clock.

"The bakery!"

She shot up and quickly fixed her hair. She grabbed her purse and rushed out the door. She decided she would call Mycroft on the way.

"Bye, Mrs Hudson!" She waved when she saw the lady.

"Goodbye, dear!" Mrs. Hudson smiled and waved back before going upstairs.

Phoebe nearly ran into Sherlock when she opened the front door to the complex.

"Phoebe! Would you be interested in-"

"No, thank you. I'm busy," Phoebe said quickly before walking over to the street to hail a cab.

"Maybe another case!" Sherlock shouted and John face palmed from beside him.

"How about no!" She shouted back and got into the cab that came for her.

Sherlock huffed. "She's more stubborn than I remember. She used to love helping me with cases in high school! Why doesn't she want to help me with cases now?!"

"Maybe because she doesn't want you around. Now, let's go," John said as he walked over to hail a cab so they could get to the crime scene.

"She was the best assistant. Oh well. I have a new assistant." Sherlock fixed the collar on his jacket.

"Partner," John corrected.

"Yes, whatever." Sherlock looked out the window before John started asking him a bunch of questions.