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How you met

Sherlock
You met him at Scotland Yard while visiting your best friend Greg. You bumped into him by mistake. Everything you held, fell to the ground. You kneeled to collect all your stuff but instead of helping you he gazed at you with a look of pure horror. It confused you mostly but started to creep you out after a few seconds. After you picked up everything you apologised for running into him and offered him your hand to shake. He took it hesitantly. The moment your skin touched both of you felt a spark.
'(Y/N)' you said faintly blushing.
'Sherlock' he answered a little too fast.
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'I hear wedding bells!' You two spun around to see Greg laughing and analysing your situation. You could not help but to start laughing as well. Sherlock also joined in. The whole scene felt like an episode of brooklyn nine-nine. From now on Sherlock and you would talk every time you met at the office, which was pretty much every day.

John
You met him at the supermarket. He did not make a very good first appearance in your life. When you first saw him he just assaulted the checkout after his credit card was declined. You couldn't help but giggle at his actions. He turned around to see who just made fun of him but his angry expression changed immediately after he saw you. His face started to heat up from both embarrassment and because he had never seen such a beautyful woman in his life before. You stopped your laughing, apologised and assured him you had not intended to make fun of him. He understood and also managed to form a little smile. After another 10 minutes of talking you end up exchanging phone numbers.
At the same evening you settled your first date for the next day.

Greg
You met at a crime scene. You had called the police after you witnessed your best friend getting shot on your way home.
You had been out to celebrate the promotion of (Y/F/N). You went to a fancy restaurant and a club afterwards. As both of you became tired you left the party and started to make your way home. When you were walking past a dark alley a tall man dressed in all black scooped out and tried to steal your friend's bag. (Y/F/N) did not want to let go so the man reached for his gun and shot her. Her limb body fell to the cold ground. She was dead immediately. You screamed as the man ran away. You called the police and that's where you met Greg. You sat at the back of an ambulance, a blanket wrapped around you. Probably to comfort you. You were shocked after all. You looked to the ground and wanted to cry but no tear came running. Greg saw you, walked over and sat next to you resting his arm on your shoulder. That was when you broke. Tears fludded from your eyes and even though you did not know Greg by then he embraced you and you felt secure. Like nothing could ever happen to you in that embrace.
A few days after he asked you out and you gladly agreed.

Mycroft
You were John's younger sister by a few years and you came to visit your brother in his flat. You had met Sherlock a few times and became friends with him after you first visited John.
You knocked on the door of their apartment and heard a faint 'come in.' from the other side. You opened the door and walked in to find Sherlock and another man sitting and playing operation.
-That must be Mycroft.- you thought deducing it from the  impression you got. John had told you about Mycroft before after he kidnapped him and wanted him to spy on Sherlock.
'You must be Mycroft' you said walking over to him offering your hand. He looked surprised but took it. After that you turned around and sat on the couch to observe the two brothers. That seemed more interesting than looking for John.
Mycroft would give you an interested side-glance now and then which you returned. When it was time for him to leave, Sherlock rushed to the bathroom and left the two of you alone. You talked about random stuff like your favourite bakeries and when he was about to leave he hesitantly turned around to face you a last time.
'(Y/N)..' he began stuttering.
'Yes, Mycroft?' you asked truly cheerfully which seemed to comfort him.
'I just wanted to ask you, ... if you would like to exchange numbers?'
You genuinely smiled und nodded your head.  He signed in relieve as you did.
After that he left with a smile on his face he did not know he could do anymore.

Jim
He kidnapped you to get to Sherlock. The two of you had been friends for years and Moriarty figured to get to Sherlock was only possible through you.
So one day you wanted to drive to work so you hailed a cab. After a time you noticed the cabbie was not driving to your workplace. You tried questioning the cabbie but he just smiled. A mad smile. You tried screaming for help but nobody outside the car noticed. You were in a remote part of London by then and nobody would hear you scream after leaving the cab, so you didn't try. The cabbie took you inside an old factory and tied you to a chair. The ropes you were handcuffed with were too thick and too tight to escape. This was an extreme situation but you managed to stay calm. The cabbie left and a man with big sheepish eyes dressed in a fancy suit appeared. He stepped close and leaned over so he was very close to your face.
'SO My loVelY...' he stopped mid-sentence suddenly captured by the depth of your     (E/C) eyes. He started smiling and took the gag out your mouth which hindered you from talking. He looked expectantly, in an exited way waiting for you to speak to him.
'Who.... are you?' you said without any hint of stuttering or fear.
His eyes lit up after you formed those words. He looked absolutely thrilled.
'SuCh A LoVelY VoiCE.' he nearly sung. You couldn't help but blush at this compliment. 'And how beautyful you look when you are embarrassed.' He called one of his men to untie you but the instant you got free you tackled the man and Moriarty cheered and clapped at your burst of confidence.
'I think I decided to keep you. You will be my queen and mine alone.' You blushed furiously. All your anger suddenly disappeared. You felt the danger coming from him but when he helped you up and held both your hands in his, you knew there was no one better for you than him.