Ellen Lestrade, the sister of one of the head detectives of Scotland Yard, has taken a job at Barts Hospital. What she doesn't know is that meeting the sociopath who works there will change her life. Will Ellen give into her feelings or will her common sense make her see that a relationship with the famous Sherlock Holmes just won't work.

(Y/N) (L/N) works for Mycroft Holmes and has for years, but when Mycroft's brother, Sherlock, fakes his suicide, Mycroft needs someone to take his place. He decides there is no one better than (Y/N) who has nearly identical abilities to his little brother, but is she up for the task of replacing the famous consulting detective? The answer to that question is for Sherlock to answer when he returns and tries to find out just who this woman is that has been replicating his life. {Mature Content}

He slid the dossier across the desk. Sherlock opened it and examined its contents. Inside there was a mugshot of a woman with (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) hair, gleaming (Y/E/C) eyes and a smirk on her lips. "Her name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." Lestrade told Sherlock. "She was a prisoner at Bronzefield." "Was?" Sherlock inquired, cocking a brow. Lestrade inhaled deeply and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk with his hands interlinked. "She escaped." ✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵ (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has the majority of Europe's finest wondering how she escaped from one of the securest prisons in England. She, of course, had help. But now he wants payment. (Y/L/N) agreed to scratch a few names off of this man's - rather extensive - Hitlist. Doing so whilst on the run is difficult, but (Y/N) manages. That is, until she bumps into a certain consulting detective... ★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Hello! This is my first FanFic so, bare with me; sit back, relax and enjoy.