Sherlock Stories

~~~

You were fat, per say, you were . . .just a bit rounder than most people, and it made you subconscious. You always doubt your worth to people and if they really like you or just hated on you when you were not are.

That was until you met Jim.

Jim was amazing guy and didn't care about your size. Sometimes on bad days he would teasingly say that you were hard to kidnap unlike the "stick bitches" that make fun of you at work, and surprisingly made you feel better. You never asked about his line of work after the day you met his "partner" Sebastian, who looked like the blonde version of the Rock with a scare running down his left side of the face. Something told you it was top secret and if you need to know, Jim would tell you.

Which became a problem when you first meet Sherlock Holmes.

You were a teacher at a public school in London and the person to find the bodies of two students and the unconscious body of the principal in the janitor's closest.

Natural the police were called and you were questioned by everyone twice, and then by the internet famous detective.

Sherlock was a rude prick as soon as he met you, his friend John kept apologize for him says this was more unusual than normal. You nodded and asked to go home, and the Head Detective said it was okay. You were saying in the lobby about to call Jim when you overheard a conservation.

"So who do you think did it?"

"Well not that stupid ass fat bitch for sure. She couldn't tell up from down."

You held back your sobs and walked to you car. Once you sat in the car you wanted to cry and you nearly did, expected you screamed.

Sherlock freacking Holmes was sitting in your car.

"What the bloodly-"

"How long have you been dating Moriarty?"

"What?"

Sherlock sigh annoyingly and looked at you.

"When did you first start dating James Moriarty?"

"A year ago. . .why does it matter and how did you get in here?"

"Why?"

"Excuse me?"

"What could the most dangerous criminal have to gain by dating a over weight teacher at a public school?"

"Excuse me! Get the hell out of my car!" You yelled but Sherlock just tilled his head and looked out you.

"Get out now, or I swear to God I'll call the police!"

"Okay," he said "but this will not be the last you see of me."

"Just go the hell away!" You said in a tried tone and Sherlock got out of you car, and you drove away.

~~~

Jim was going to surprise you by making dinner for the two of you. He was supposed to be gone for case but it was not his thing and he made it very clear to them, which made him come home early. He was standing in your shared flat's kitchen when you came in. He was about to greet you when he saw you with tears in your eyes.

"When were you going to tell me?" You asked.

"Tell you what?"

"That you are the most dangerous criminal in London?"

"How did-"

“There was a freaking murder at my school and Sherlock Bloody Holmes come and started to question me like a idiot!” you snapped and then you covered you mouth. Jim was about to say something but he heard you voice breack.

“Then he said you were never date me for who I am, that you would only to it to gain something.”

Jim had never felt so much pain and rage as he did at the moment. He lightly pulled you to him and he wrapped you in a big hug.

“Have always loved you up Y/N, and when we first met I thought you were an angel and I still do.As for me not telling you about  . . .my job. I thought it would be safer for you not to know. I have made many enemy over the years and I don’t want you getting hurt because of me. I thought I was protecting you from my life.”

You pulled away from him slightly so you could see his face.

“I love you Y/N, and I will do anything for you.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he said with a smile and kissed your forehead “because you never know what the devil will do for his angel.”

Jim started to walk away when you clear your throat.

“The Devil will not kill Sherlock . . .right?”

“Well,” he said tipping his chin “who will i take may rage out on?”

You smiled.

You look at your watch and yell at yourself mentally. You were going to be late for work because you over slept.You should have know better than to stay up late and watch Doctor Who. You waved for a cab but no one would take you.

“How can this get any worse?” you said.

And as if the heavens where listen to you it started to rain. You looked at the sky with a “you have to be kidding me” look and it started to rain harder. You should have know better than to leave your flat without an umbrella but here you were in the middle of London, cold, wet and late.

You looked for a shelter and saw a little coffee shop. Shrugging your shoulders you when in.

“Lily’s coffee shop,” the blonde girl behind the desk said with a smile, “What can i get you?”

“A hot cocoa would be nice.” you said with a smile.

“Name?”

“Y/N.”

“One cup of cocoa coming up.” she said with a smile. You then started to look for your wallet but saw you didn’t have it.

“You have to be kidding me!”

“Rough day?” a blonde man said. He was in a black suit and everything about him screamed dangerous, but he felt calming for some weird reason. Like a bodyguard, they can kill, just not their charge.

“You have no idea,” you said rubbing your face, “Now I can’t pay for my hot cocoa.”

“I’ll pay,” he said with a smile, “But I need to hear the story.”

You shrugged, it was the least you owed the man who was kind enough to buy you hot cocoa. Plus you can vent to someone about how bad things are going today.

~~~

You were sitting at a small table with Sebastian, your mystery man and complaining about everything that had happen to you today.

“The only way things can be worst is if my soulmate walked in and saw what a big mess I was in.”

Speak of the devil.

In came a man with midnight black hair and a suit to match it, with sun glass on even when you can’t see the sun outside. The man marched up to your table and said.

“Sea Bass! You Fucking Idiot!” he said and you gagged on your cocoa.

“Sir!” Sebastian said “What is it?”

“You forgot me!” he said “I sent you in for coffee and I see you are making googly eyes at some random girl!”

“Of course I meet my soulmate today,” you groaned “Why am I not surprised?”

The dark haired man seemed taken aback by this and looked at you. All his anger changed to consideration as he looked over your wet figure. He then brushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Jim, are you free later today?” You asked with a smile.

“Nope. Can’t. Sorry.” He said.

“Why?”

“I got plans.”

“But Jim-”

“Sorry, Y/N, got to go.”

“But-”

“What do want, Y/N? For me to confess my undying love for you.”

You opened your mouth but said nothing.

“I don’t like you, Y/N, so leave me alone.”

Jim walked out of the room, leaving you by yourself. You, Sebastian and Jim have been friends since you were little and you have fallen head over heel for Jim, who liked to rub it in your face.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen Jim?”

“You just missed him.” You said trying to brush the tears out of your eyes.

“Hey are you okay?”

“No, Seb, I’m not okay, but I’ll be fine.”

Seb sighed and pulled you into a hug.

“James is an ass,” He said, “Nobody knows that better than us.”

You nodded your head on his chest.

“How about I take you out to dinner tonight?“ Seb said, "Would you like that?”

You nodded and slipped your hand in Sebastian’s as he and you walked out.

~~~

Jim stood up from his desk and looked at the time. It was 5:30 p.m. and you didn’t visit him once. Now that he thought about it, you haven’t visited in the last few days. He walked out of his office to find you and Seb talking.

And holding hands.

“Excuse me!” Jim said stomping over to the two of you. “What is going on here?” 

“Sorry, Jim. Sebastian and I were just-”

“Holding hands umm no!” He said pulling away Seb. “She likes me!”

“No I don’t!” You said stepping away from him.

“Since when?”

“Since you broke my heart!” You yelled back.

He stood there surprised.

"When did I do that?"

"Monday last week!" You said "You said you would never like me!"

“That because I love you!” he said.

“What?”

“I said I didn’t like, that is because I love you. I didn’t think you would react like this.”

“Really, how should I have acted after you said you didn’t like me!”

“I didn’t think you would run away and fall for Seb.”

“Does this annoy you, now that you are in love with someone and knowing that you can’t have them.”

Jim let out an annoyed groan and pulled you close and kissed you. He lips were surprisingly soft in contrast to his calloused hands. Jim kissed you sweetly as you melted into his hands. He pulled away from you after a few seconds.

“Stop bloody staring and get to work!” he yelled and you turned your head to see co workers staring.

“Jim, I -”

“I love you, Y/N and I can’t stand by as you date Sebastian, because I was stupid and selfish. Will you forgive me?”

You thought for a second and looked at Sebastian, who gave you a nod with a smile and then he mouthed.

‘Give him hell’

You smiled and sighed.

“I don’t know James. I mean Seb and I are pretty happy and-”

“Please, Y/N, I will do anything.” he whined, causing you and Seb to giggle.

“What?”

“Nothing.” you said booping his noise. “I forgive you.”

“Really,” you said “But if you pull one more thing like this I’ll kiss Seb.”

Caring is not an advantage.

That is what Mycroft drilled into your head since you started working with the ‘British Government’.

Stop caring, don’t smile, don’t show emotion.

You couldn’t do it but he could. He never showed emotion to you or Sherlock or anyone for that matter.The name Ice Man seemed fitting.

But even the Ice Man has needs.

One day after your boyfriend dumped you he asked you the oddest thing.

“Would you like to be my bed partner?”

You were at first insulted but after a few day you realized that this would be a relationship of mutual needs. You agree on the condition the he use a condom.

He agreed.

Then it started later that week.

He said something to you and then looked at you. At first you were puzzled but then it clicked. Two hour later he and you were in his bedroom fixing both of your needs. He was gentle and caring, which was surprising you.

You couldn’t help but fall in love with the side he only showed you in his bedroom. Under all the Ice Man there was a human and you loved him.

The only problem is that he would never love you back, and it was breaking your heart. He was colder at work towards you and apologized for it in bed saying it was stress, but you couldn’t take it anymore.

You were going to tell him and if he felt different you would change jobs and leave him.

~~~

You sat at your desk looking over meetings and government secrets when you saw a shadow over your desk. You looked up to see Mycroft, you smiled and said,

“Good Morning, Mycroft.”

“Good Morning, Y/N.” he said.

He paused and stiffened uncomfortably.

“Are you free a later today?”

“I am,” you said standing and giving him a file. “But your aren’t.”

Mycroft sighed and looked at the file.

“When is the last meeting?”

“Starts at 7:30 ends at 9.”

“So I could meet you at home.” He said the statement as a question, which caused you to smile.

“Maybe.”

He gave a frustrated groan and he walked into his office.

~~~

You walked into his house and set your stuff by the door so he would see it when he came home. You thought about what the two of you should do, and then it hit you.

A relaxing bath.

~~~

Mycroft rubbed his head as his driver drove him home, he hoped you were home. He saw that you had something on your mind the last few days and he wanted to ask what it was. As he got out of the car and walked into his house he saw it.

Your bag sitting in his chair that he always sits in.

Then he heard running water in his bathroom and he almost ran to the bathroom.

~~~

“Nothing has felt so good” he said as he sat in the water.

“Nothing?” you said as you massaged his back and he moaned.

“Only second to you, love.” he said. “Are you coming in?”

“In a moment.” you said as you worked on a knot in his shoulder causing him to moan loudly.

“God! Y/N your fingers are magic!” he purred as his head fell back. You kissed him on the cheek.

“Come in Y/N.” he said.

“I will  . . it just . . I have question.” you said.

Mycroft sat up and turned to face you.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“I’m in love you, and you always said-”

He cupped you face and pulled you close. He kissed your lips and you couldn’t help but melt into it. He pulled back so you could catch your breath. He never kissed you like that. It was normally lust full, but this one was sincere and full of care.

“I love you, too.”

“But you always say caring is not an advantage and -”

“I was wrong, Y/N. Caring about you is something I couldn’t live without now that I have gotten to know you. I would do anything for you, Y/N.”

“You’re just saying that-” you said pulling away.

“Y/N, look at me.”

You looked him in the eye and saw that he was serious.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too.” you said.

“Will you come in now?”

You smiled and nodded as you got up and climbed into the water. As soon as you were in the water Mycroft kissed your lips with care and love, not lust.

“Can you say it again?” you asked.

“What, love?”

“That you love me.”

“Y/N Y/LN, I love you and everything about you. I don’t think I could live without you.” Mycroft said as he kissed your forehead.

Jim looked at the time on his watch again and growled in annoyance. Sebastian knew better than to try his patience this week. He better have a good reason that he’s late. Jim pulled his phone out of his pocket and called Sebastian. It rang a few times before your voice greeted his ear.

“You have called the number of Colonel Sebastian Moran, James Moriarty’s favorite person in the world. He is currently tied up at the moment so leave a message after the beep.”

Jim sighed and pulled the phone away from his ear.

“That’s new.” he said as he called you. After a few rings you picked up.

“Hello James.”

“Hello, Y/N.”

“How is work?” you asked, “When are you coming home?”

“Soon, love. You see there is a problem at work.”

“Oh?”

“Sebastian has gone missing.”

“Really? What a shame.”

“It is you see, because I have one more meeting and I need him there.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Y/N, and he’s not answering his phone. I keep getting his voicemail.

“Oh.”

“Y/N, did you know where Sebastian is?”

“Maybe.”

“Love?”

“Okay! Fine! I kidnapped Sebby because you haven’t come home this week and I miss you.”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit drastic just to get attention?”

“Like you are one to talk James. You threaten all of London to get Sherlock’s attention.”

“That’s different, Love.”

“Really, James? Is it?”

“Y/N-”

“I tried everything to get your attention this week. I threatened to leave you, I threatened to kill you. I tried to seduce you twice-”

“What!”

“-and you did nothing! Nothing James! I feel like you love work more than me.”

Then he heard you sniff and he knew you were crying on the other side of the line. He then felt so guilty for ignoring you this week.

“Y/N, I love you and don’t think for a second that I love anything more than you.”

“Really?”

“Of course, Love. Now listen I have one more meeting and I need Sebastian for it. Afterwords I am going to take the month off and we can go anywhere you want.”

“Really?”

“Yes and do anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, Love, anything.”

He heard you giggling on the other side of the line.

“Okay Sebastian will be there in 10 minutes.”

“Thank you Y/N. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you the most.”

John first realized it when you and Sherlock first meet. You were a journalist that came to interview him for your paper. Normally Sherlock slams the door in their face, but when he opened the door and you were there he didn’t. He welcomed you in and answered all of your questions. But the big tip off was the fact that he wasn’t very rude to you.

After you left John touched Sherlock’s forehead.

“What are you doing?”

“Are you sick?”

“No! Why would I be?”

~~~

Mrs Hudson was the next one to notice, solely based on your number of visits to Sherlock’s apartment. One day, after another one of your interviews, she heard Sherlock laughing, so she went to see what was going on. You were bright red in the face from embarrassment and Sherlock was trying to hide his laughter.

“Sherlock …”

“I know Y/N, I said I wouldn’t laugh, but how could you not see that coming.”

“Well not everyone is a genius at reading body language.” you whispered.

Sherlock then touched your leg and said

“No, not everyone is, but that is okay.”

Mrs Hudson couldn’t help but smile.

~~~

Greg Lestrade knew of Sherlock’s hate of the press but not of his love of you. One evening after Sherlock solved a crime the press started to show up.

“Enough! Nothing to see here! Move on!”

“Detective! Detective! How does it feel to have someone outside of the police force solve all of your cases!”

“Enough! Move away or you will be arrested!”

Everyone quickly disappeared but you.

“Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade, my name is Y/N Y/LN.”

“You're a reporter, what are you doing here after-”

“Y/N!” Sherlock said looking out the door and smiling, “Come here! You would want a picture of the body.”

“But Sherlock she’s with-”

“She a friend, Lestrade. Calm down.” Sherlock said walking over and lifting up the police tape and letting you in.

“A friend?”

~~~

Mycroft knew about your meeting but he never knew that his brother would fall for you. He called Sherlock to his office to discuss a case but his brother wasn’t paying attention.

“Sherlock!”

“What?” Sherlock said not looking up, “You already know the answer, you just want me and John to get data so it can be one hundred percent.”

“Sherlock-”

“Don’t care, not interested.” he said going up.

“If you are going out to the reporter girl’s date to wreck it again, you should know that you are taking a great interest in a nobody reporter.”

“She is not a nobody, Mycroft!” Sherlock said slamming the door.

~~~

Later that night Sherlock was lying down on the couch as John sat typing on the computer, Sherlock realized he couldn’t stop think about you: how you hair looks so great in the light and how beautiful your laugh is.

“John?”

“Yes?”

“I think there is something wrong with me?”

John smiled at Sherlock.

“Could you be in love with Y/N?”

“Ummmm... no.”

“Really, I think you are.”

“Really John? I don’t think so-”

There was a knock at the door and Sherlock opened the door. You were standing there, soaking wet from the rain, and you were still in your nice dress from your date.

“Umm...hi Sherlock. I was wondering-”

Sherlock realized that in that moment he was in love with you, because even soaking wet and covered in ruined makeup you were still beautiful.

“Y/N I think I have feelings for you.” Sherlock said interrupting you.

Your mouth feel open and Sherlock wondered if he broke you.

“Y/N?”

You then snapped out of it and hugged Sherlock.

“I think I have feelings for you too, Sherlock!”

Sherlock hugged you back.

   Extend Ending

“Freak at the scene!” yelled out Jones as Sherlock walked under the police line with John close behind. The police were at a private school and Sherlock caught wind of it and pulled John out of bed and rode a taxi up.

“Lestrade, what do we have today?” Sherlock said with a smile.

John elbowed him.

“Sir, I thought we couldn’t have citizens on an active scene.” you said as you gave him your report on the murder.

“Who are you?” Sherlock snapped.

“Sherlock be nice this is her first case in London.”

“Detective Y/N Y/LN, nice to meet you … . .”

“I could see that, Lestrade. Where is the body?”

“This way.” Greg said as he lead the two to the body. The body was lying in a science classroom on the floor by a desk. On said desk was two shot glass and a bottle of rum.

“Her name is Jane Peter, found dead by the school nurse, a Mr John Warner.” you said.

Sherlock looked around the classroom, ignoring you.

“This class is Mr Greg Emerson’s classroom. He is the principle along with the advanced science teacher. He, the nurse, Miss Kate Hart, the school secretary, and janitor, Scott Drake, where the only ones here in the school at the time of the death.”

“Jones told me they are here!” Anderson said storming in “Why are they here? I just arrested Mr Emerson for her murder.”

“They’re here because you arrested Mr Emerson on the information of a seance last night.” You pointed out bitterly.

“What?” John said.

“Mrs Peter has a small seance shop on the opposite side of London. Anderson saw her last night and-”

“Well everyone stop talking!” yelled Sherlock.

The room froze.

“This old lady wasn’t murdered, she committed suicide. I’m leaving here now. Come on John.” Sherlock said storming out.

“I know that!” you shot back.

Sherlock turned and looked at you.

“Emerson’s alibi was confirmed by three people. No one in the school could have killed her and no one could get in. If you look at her body you can see she had heart problems. She would have died in a few months, but she was killed by cyanide. At her seance shop she sells herbal medicine, she could have made the cyanide that killed her. So why did she kill herself, Sherlock?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes because I know the victim. She was the mother of a woman, who disappeared on my first case. She said that Mr Emerson did it but I couldn’t find enough evidence, it was ruled a suicide. Cased closed.“

The room was silent.

“You are smarting than I thought.” Sherlock said. “How old was the women at the time of the disappearance?”

“33 years old.”

Sherlock turned and looked at the skeleton.

“John, tell me about this skeleton?”

John walked over and looked at.

“It a female, based on the skull. She is about early to mid thirty based on bonding in the bones. She looked at if she was stab in the heart.”

“Detective Y/LN. There is the body of Mrs Emerson. You can arrested Mr Emerson for the murder of his wife.”

“Thank you Mr Holmes.” you said and turned away.

“I look forward to working with you.” he said as you walked away.

John elbow him.

“What?”

“Is that how you flirt, Sherlock?”

Sherlock open his mouth but nothing can out.  John laughed and walked away saying,

“Wait till I tell Mrs Hudson.”

But the only thing Sherlock could think of was

Jim pulled you close as you and him stepped out of the limo and onto the red carpet waiting for the two of you. You looked at the ground not wanting Jim to see your blush.

“What’s wrong, Love?” he said cupping your face and moving it so he could see you face.

“It’s just…you alway go out of your way to do things for me… .” you said.

“I like to spoil you, my Love.” he said kissing your forehead.

You were now as red as the dress you were wearing.

“Now let’s go and enjoy our meal.” He said.

You couldn’t help but smile as you walked into the restaurant. Jim said his name and the hostess turned pale and ran away to get your table ready.

You giggled.

You knew of Jim’s line of work. He told you about it when you nearly kicked him out of your shared apartment because you thought he was having an affair. That night he told you that he would never cheat on you. You are his everything he said. Then he proposed to you.

That was about six months ago, and you were getting married in a week and you have never been happier.

“Love?”

“Hmm?”

“They have our table ready.”

You nodded as you and Jim walked to the table arm and arm. It was in a private area with a overlook of London. He pulled the chair out for you and you sat down. A young, nervous looking waiter came over.

“Evening Mrs and Mr Moriarty, what can I start you off with?” he said.

“You finest wine to drink.” Jim said waving the boy off.

“Yes, sir.” he said nodding and bowing then leaving.

You looked over the menu and saw that is was written in a different language, you wanted to ask Jim but he looked lost in thought.

“I have to go call someone, be right back.”

You nodded. You sat by yourself as Jim left to call whomever about whatever. It had been a few minutes when you heard a woman call out. You turned to see a beautiful woman walking toward your table. She was tall with red hair, that had very close fitting clothes on. Everything about her screamed slut but you didn’t like to judge people, it wasn’t your place. You watch as she staggered to the door, she looked drunk.

She tripped and landed on her face.

Very drunk, you thought to yourself as you got up to help her up, but she slapped your hand away.

“I don’t need your help whore!”

You stopped helping her.

“You stole my man!”

“I don-”

“James is mine, you bitch!”

“This must be-

“Don’t play dumb! I saw you playing with my James Moriaty! He is mine, nobody else’s.”

That hit you right in the feelings. You thought Jim was cheating on you and here’s the proof. He lied to you about it and-

“I’m sorry Miss but-”

“It is Mrs Moriarty, so get out of here before I have you thrown out you whore.”

You mind when blank, Jim was cheating on his wife with you and he didn’t tell you.

You have never felt so used in your life.

You nodded and left.

~~~

Jim walked back into the restaurant and towards his table when he saw a red haired woman sitting were his Y/N should have been. The woman looked up as Jim sat down.

“Romanoff.” he hissed “Where is Y/N!”

“That is the name of the slut that was here.”

“Give me a reason not to kill you right now.” he growled.

“That is not how you greet a friend, James.”

“It is when you call my fiance a slut.”

“Oh!”

“Where is she?”

“She left 15 minutes ago.”

~~~

You laid down on the couch in your best friend’s apartment. She was gone but she gave you a key incase you needed it.

You wanted to call and tell her but she was in Australia on a holiday with her husband.

You had changed into some spare clothes in her apartment and now you were watching Supernatural on her TV. You tried to focus on Sam talking about the monster they were facing in this episode but you couldn’t.

Jim was running around in your head.

He had lied to you about everything and was just using you.

Your phone started to ring and you picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Love? Are you okay?”

“Love! Really! How dare you call me that!” you yelled. “You are married to another woman!”

“What are you…Romanoff! I’m going to kill her when I see her again.”

“Who?”

“The lady you meet early tonight is a Russian Spy and a friend of mine.”

“Why should I believe you?” you said your voice cracking.

“Because I could never lie to you, Love.”

You said nothing.

“Love?”

Nothing.

Jim sighed over the phone.

“Please turn around.”

You looked over your shoulder and out the window that was behind your best friend’s couch.

Jim stood on the sidewalk looking up at you with loving eyes.

“I love you, Y/N Y/LN and I can’t live without you.”

You smiled at Jim. He smiled back.

“That wasn’t a lie.”

“I know.” you said.

“Please come down.”