(Y/N) POV
The rain flattened my (f/c) fur as I sat on the sidewalk of Baker Street with no home to return to. A few taxis drove by, splashing me with dirty rain water even more; cold and tired, I looked for a dry place to take a nap and saw Speedy's Sandwich Bar and Café. The chairs under the overhang were dry so I planted my tiny butt on the dry seat to fall asleep. Time went by and a woman walked out of the door of the building next to Speedy's and opened an umbrella, rubbing her arms to try to create warmth. She locked the door and walked away, paying no mind to my presence; shortly, a taxi stopped in front of the café. A short man who looked quite nice with a tall man in trench coat who seemed snobby stepped out of the car and walked towards the door the lady had left through earlier.
"Oh, Sherlock! Look, a kitten!"
"Uh huh." Sherlock, the second man, rustled for his keys and paid no mind to his friend who began to walk over to me and wrap me up in Sherlock's scarf that he had draped over his shoulder.
"John! Give me my scarf back and leave the cat alone," Sherlock whined as he opened the door. John, the short man holding me, nuzzled my wet head and carried me into the building following Sherlock to their apartment. John placed me on the couch and went to grab a towel while Sherlock discarded his coat and plopped himself in a leather chair in defeat, looking over at me.
"Here we go, let's dry you off." John returned with a purple towel that was nice and warm on my cold fur. He ruffled my (f/c) fur to make a puffball, causing the prat on the couch to snicker at me.
"Come on, Sherlock. Be nice to the poor thing, we're taking care of it now."
"I didn't agree to this," he grumbled. John sat beside me with a sigh, I struggled to get out of the fuzzy towel and sat down on his lap, purring happily. I found a home! John smiled down at me and began to pet my head happily, Sherlock left his chair to make tea.
"Well, how about we give you a name! Does Oreo work?" John suggested, I wasn't too fond of that name so I kneaded his thigh a bit; he didn't get the hint.
"Wrong!" called Sherlock from the kitchen. How did he know when John didn't? "You're just hungry John, try something else."
"Okay, Rain! Cause we found it in the rain!"
"I see why you're single, John." I couldn't help but smile a bit at the comment. John picked me up and walked to the kitchen, sitting at a cluttered table that had some odd things scattered about the tabletop.
"Okay, why doesn't the great Sherlock Holmes give it a try?!" John coaxed Sherlock who was putting a couple of cups of tea on the table. Sherlock who? Never heard of him. He sighed and John gave me to Sherlock; he raised me up to his face and we had a stare off for a few minutes.
"(Y/n)" he proclaimed, sitting in his chair with me on his lap and a tea in his hand. John nodded before sitting at a table behind us and began typing on his laptop; we stayed like this for a few hours before I could hear sirens approaching the house. Sherlock opened his once closed eyes and leaped from the couch, tossing me across the room; I hissed at him, running to John and sitting on his shoulder instead.
"Hello, (y/n). Sherlock, I think." John couldn't finish his sentence before a man in a trench coat ran through our front door, panting heavily. He said an address and pointed to me with a small smile.
"That your new secretary, Sherlock?" he asked between breaths.
"Don't be silly, Lestrade. They're the other flatmate," he chuckled. I couldn't help but mewl happily at the idea of living in the warmth and style of a London apartment. Sherlock quickly grabbed his coat and rushed down the stairs past Lestrade in excitement; Lestrade chuckled before walking over to John and me, scratching my head.
"The great Sherlock Holmes has a kitten, he might just be human." John laughed, reaching up to me and placing me on the desk before following Sherlock with Lestrade in tow. Who is Sherlock?!?! I grumbled down to the chair across from the leather one and plopped down on the pillow on the chair to nap. An hour past and a woman's voice came from the doorway asking for the boys who had left.
"Sherlock? You here?" I looked up and saw the lady from before who had left this building earlier. As she looked around, her eyes met mine and she rushed to the chair I sat in, scooping me up in her arms.
"And who are you? I'm Mrs. Hudson and I own the building you're in! Sherlock and John will be home soon, I just came by to drop off the paper." She placed a newspaper on the table along with myself before waving goodbye and heading downstairs. I attempted to flip over the paper to the front page, it took many tries before I saw Sherlocks face in a funny hat. Oh! He's the detective everyone keeps talking about! I smiled to myself before hopping into Sherlock's chair and once again, falling asleep.
"Damn, Sherlock!" John's voice came from the lower level of the building as loud thuds approached me.
"What are you doing in my chair?" I looked up to see the detective looking down at me, I mewled and stood up; Sherlock took the hint and picked me up to place me on his chest as he lied on the chair himself.