Phoebe Hunt moved to London and found herself a flat. 221C Baker Street. She was so excited to open her new bakery and maybe make some friends, until she comes to realize who lives in the flat above her. Sherlock Holmes. The boy she had fallen for in high school. The one who broke her. Warnings: drugs, smoking, suicide, depression, angst, death, and gore Rating: Mature Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any of the characters from the show. The only characters I own are Phoebe, Elsa, Lucinda, Peter, Chloe, Presley, Hunter, and any other character I created. Also, I tried to stick as close as I could to the characters, but clearly Sherlock is gonna be a bit out of character later in the book.

[Book 1/?] [unedited] You had known L since he arrived at the orphanage thanks to Mr Wammy telling you to make friends with him and show him around. But something about the boy made you curious. The two of you grew to be friends and detectives along the way, although L became the worlds greatest detective, surpassing you. But ever since that faithful day you met him, you'd been adding to your own little case, one you'd work on for years to come. Case file: L Lawliet. Why did you feel so attached to him?