Anna's POV

I clutched onto the small basket knocking onto the wooden door. The door was open but I wasn't going to just walk into someone's flat without invitation, especially seen as I had no idea who they were, so that would have been a weird way to introduce myself.

Due to the door being open I could see the living room was cluttered and a complete mess, although I hated to see the mess, it made me feel better as my flat was so much cleaner than theirs was seen as I had just moved in and most of my stuff was still in boxes.

A man lied on the sofa but didn't turn to look at me just stared at the ceiling.

"Why are you knocking John?" the man questioned.

"I'm sorry, I'm not John. My names Anna, I just moved in downstairs, I wanted to come and say hello," I smiled awkwardly, still not daring to step into the apartment.

"You'll have to do," he sighed sitting up.

"Pardon?" I frowned slightly confused.

He stood up and began to pace.

"If you were to kill your lover how would you?" he asked not looking at me.

Confusion swept over my face again, "that isn't disturbing or creepy for being the third thing you have to say to me."

"So how would you kill them?" He said in the same stern tone.

I became slightly flustered. This man was insane. Regret flowed through me for coming her to be a nice new neighbour. I still clung onto the basket as if that would help me survive this mad man who wanted to know my thoughts on killing someone.

"I don't know I've never really thought about it," I shrugged softly.

He looked up at me giving me a once over before continuing to pace.

"So you never considered to kill your husband? It clearly wasn't a happy relationship," he stated.

"How?" I was shocked.

How did this man know I had been married and that it certainly didn't end on happy terms?

"Your finger. You have a clear mark from a wedding ring, but the way you've laid your hands on top of one another it's clear you aren't having an affair, so you must have removed the ring permanently, but because of the paleness of the skin it was very recent you removed it. But you loved him even if you split up, you still do love him, you are wearing his watch. Meaning he did something probably an affair to make you divorce him," he explained, "so I'm sure even if you love him still, you probably planned a murder not that you'd go through with it."

You were shocked by his words. It was all pretty much true, and it scared you how correct he was with it all just by looking at you.

"Cyanide. He drunk almond lattes each day, so he wouldn't notice if it had cyanide in it. And the likelihood of them testing for it in the autopsy would have been extremely unlikely, so they probably wouldn't notice what killed him. And there's just be damage to his stomach and possibly pinker skin, but other than that they won't really know unless they are looking for it. But of course I would never kill him. He may be an arse but no one deserves to be killed," I explained.

"Yes cyanide would be a good choice. It is also impersonal, you may be of use to me, you seem to have the slightest IQ," He stated.

"Are you always this inclined to discussing murder, and insulting people you just met?" I frowned.

"I am a detective, murders are the most interesting crimes to study. And I didn't insult you. That was a compliment, most people would have said shooting or stabbing, and the slight depth of your choice, shows that you have an IQ worth my time," he explained.

"I work between morgues and crime scenes, I know a little about murder," I shrugged.

It felt weird having quite an in depth conversation on murder with my new neighbour even though I was still stood in the doorway and I didn't know his name.

I felt a soft tap on my shoulder. Turning around I saw a man stood there with a soft smile.

"Sorry may I get past please miss," he smiled.

"Sorry," I smiled in return stepping out of the flat and away from the doorway for him to walk into the room.

"I'm Anna by the way, I moved into the basement flat."

He walked into the flat before stopping to turn to me.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm John, I'm guessing you've already met Sherlock," he smiled.

"So your name is Sherlock?" I laughed, "I met him but he didn't tell me his name just questioned how I would kill someone."

"Sherlock you are going to scare our new neighbour away. I'm sorry about him he has no understanding what is appropriate to talk about," John sighed, "do you want to come in?"

I took one step into the flat, "it's fine, although I do want to know how he can tell me so much about me by just looking at my hands."

"I know it's weird but you'll get used to it."

Sherlock stayed quiet as he sat down on the sofa.

"Anyway, I know usually it's the old neighbours that give the new neighbour a home warming gift, well I felt weird coming to say hello without bringing anything. So I brought a basket of various food I'm sorry if you don't like it, I really didn't know what to get," I smiled innocently handing the basket to John.

"Thank you Anna, you really didn't have to," he smiled putting the basket down onto the table.

"So what do you do Anna?" John smiled.

"I'm a pathologist at St Bart's, well I will be tomorrow I've just got the job. But I also a forensics consultant, a fancy term for helping my brother who works for the police in cases he can't handle himself," I shrugged, "what about you?"

"I'm a doctor, I'm doing some shifts at St Barts, but I help Sherlock on cases, I'm guessing he mentioned being a consulting detective," John stated.

"Yeah. I'm sure we'll have no need to work with one another unless one of us does our job really badly but we might see each other around the hospital," I smiled.

He simply smiled as silence surrounded us.

"So are you two-" I stopped when Sherlock looked up from the floor to glare at me.

John frowned, "No. Just roommates, and on really rare occasions we're friends."

My cheeks became flushed, "I am so sorry, that was completely inappropriate of me to ask."

"It's fine. So...do you urgh... do you have..." John awkwardly spoke but nothing completely coherent occurred.

"Stop making a fool of yourself John. She doesn't have a boyfriend but I'm sure she doesn't want to be added to your list," Sherlock stated.

I raised an eyebrow looking from Sherlock to a blushing John.

"Your list?" I frowned.

"Whenever I get a girlfriend, Sherlock forgets their name and then they get jealous of us working together," John shrugged.

"Wait back track a second. How do you know I don't have a boyfriend?" I hissed.

"You are in love with your ex-husband, you will probably move on, but your divorce was finalised recently, so you are still clinging on to your old relationship, even though you have no desire to go back to that train wreck after he cheated on you," Sherlock explained.

"You are one odd man," I sighed, "anyway I should go, I really don't know what else he can find out about me from just looking at me and it creeps me out. And I have work tomorrow and I still haven't unpacked my stuff. It was nice meeting you two."

I smiled at them both.

"It was nice meeting you too Anna," John smiled, "You are always welcome to come here."

"Thank you, bye," I smiled walking out of the flat but stopped in the doorway, "oh and Sherlock, he didn't cheat on me."

~*~*~*~

A/N-

Hello, I hope you like this. I am currently obsessed with Sherlock.

I am writing imagines, so if you'd like to request one then PM me.

@juxtapose- made the beautiful banner at the top ^^

Thank you.

Charlotte.