Sherlock Preferences (Discontinued)

1.Meeting each other

Lestrade

"Oh brilliant!Triple freaky homicide and now ....a note.It's Christmas!"
You're friends with Sherlock and John and recently moved in to 221b after being sacked and not being able to afford the rent of your previous flat.Usually when Sherlock and John is at Scotland Yard for a case ,you just stayed at home thinking you weren't that competent enough to join in.On one particular day,however,you find yourself completely bored and understimulated.Coincidentally,
Scotland Yard rings Sherlock and out of boredom you say,"can I come?" and the look on both John and Sherlock's,especially Sherlock's face makes you giggle.

At Scotland Yard,they were greeted by a man slightly older than both of them.He has graying hair,but you can tell it suits him because he is quite an attractive one.The man didn't notice you for a moment but you didn't mind.Then,after a couple of minutes,John exclaimed,"Oh!I almost forgot...Lestrade,this is (Y/N). (Y/P) is our friend.(Y/N) ,meet Detective Inspector Lestrade,he's the one responsible for giving us all these cases to solve."

"Hahaha . Hi,(Y/N) .Very nice to meet you. Hope we'll bump into each other again soon." Lestrade retorted , a hint of amusement in his eyes.
The three of you part ways with the Detective Inspector to go on with the case."Man,I should really join Sherlock and John on their adventures more," you think.

John

It was quite a productive Friday that day.You managed to wake up earlier by an hour ,clean up your flat and go grocery shopping after postponing them for too long.It wasn't because you were lazy,but you were just too busy with all the paperworks and reports in the office to get it done.After all,you're getting tired of eating out or having takeaways for meals everyday.

At the grocery store,you were taking your time to shop everything cautiously ,not wanting to exceed your budget .Suddenly,you heard loud noises - shouting -,possibly from more than one person.
You head over to where the ruckus was coming from,and saw two young people arguing loudly.Looks like a couple fight.Ah,how you missed being in a relationship.
"They surely know how to respect others," a man next to you suddenly spoke . You look at him and he looks back at you ,smiling after his sarcastic remark.
"Haha,yeah.Can't say I don't miss it though,"you replied.
The man raise his brows at your reply ,extends his hands to shake yours and said "Well then I'm John Watson," a hinting tone in his introduction.
You smiled at him, and replied "Hello,John.I'm (Y/N)" mimicking his tone.

Sherlock

You were staying over at Mrs Hudson's flat after a terrible accident happened to your family - and only you survived. Mrs Hudson is a family friend and she's the only person you had left after the accident.

"Dear,please go to 221b and give some of the cookies I baked to the couple living there.God knows you need to meet new people,you've been holed up inside the flat for months now and I'm quite worried for you."
You look up from your sketchbook at Mrs Hudson and decided it would be useless to argue because you were too tired to.

You took small,slow steps to 221b ,partly because you don't want to meet anyone new right now,and partly because you were still depressed over the whole incident.You knocked on the couple's door,secretly hoping no one is in .Alas,the door opens to reveal a tall man with curly,black hair.
"Ah,just the person we needed," the man says at your presence.

"Sorry,what?" came yours and another person's voice.

"You are an artist,aren't you? Judging by the pencil smudges on the sides of your palm." explained the curly-haired man.

"Oh...okay." replied the other person.Much shorter than the one with curly hair,this other guy.

Meanwhile you are now in a state of confusion,your already hazy mind not being able to comprehend whatever situation this is.

The tall man grabs you by the arm and maneuver you towards another man sitting at a chair,looking like he was just interrogated.

Finally,the short one explained everything."Hi,my name is John Watson,and this is Sherlock Holmes,"he points at the tall,curly haired one,"sorry for asking this from someone we just met,but Sherlock here wants you to sketch the face of a man we're trying to look for.You know,you,being an artist and all.He will provide you with the facial descriptions," he ends,gesturing at the guy sitting on the chair. "Oh and what's your name?"

"Oh...I-I'm (Y/N)," You managed ,confused.

After a couple of moments,you finally agreed to do it.Putting your art classes to good use,you tried sketching as close to the description as possible.Sherlock watches you from your back ,occasionally nodding approvals.

After you finished,both John and Sherlock thanked you for your help,and for the cookies. You nodded welcome to them,trying to leave them to do whatever it is they were doing without interruptions.Just as you were about to open the door,a baritoned voice speaks,"I think...I'll be needing more of your help soon,(Y/N)."

You turn around to see Sherlock,and saw the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

On your way back home you wonder what they meant,both the smirk,and what he said.

Moriarty

It was a rainy afternoon on a Saturday.Rarely was there a chance where you're not brought down by work,so you took the opportunity to head over to the newly-opened cafe nearby your flat to (hopefully) finish the book you bought months ago while sipping some hot chocolate.

You were completely engrossed by the book that you fail to notice someone else sitting at your table.

"Ooh I like that book,one of my favourites actually," said a voice in front of you.

You were startled and pissed off afterward at that one person who dares to break your concentration.You look up from your book to shoo away the guy so you can continue your reading,only to be stunned by a menacingly handsome guy.At first look,he looks harmless and...so innocent,but his demeanor deemed otherwise.Nonetheless,he was one of the most good looking person you've ever met.

"Yeah?Nice." You answered,not really knowing what to say.

His eyes glimmered while he extends his hand for a shake , "Hi,I'm Jim.Jim Moriarty."

You took his hand in yours and answered "and I'm (Y/N).(Y/N) (L/N)."

You spend the rest of the day talking to Jim about the book ,which wasn't very long because he said he has business to take care of.Strange guy,he is.Kept alternately looking at you and a grey building across the cafe while you were talking.

Later that day , an explosion killing several hundreds occured in the same building made the headline.

A/N:I'm sorry if this isn't good enough I am terribly new at writing.(I like to read,but can't write to save my life)
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