This one's a bit different from the rest...

You and John Watson were old flames back in your high school year. Thankfully, when you broke up, you still remained friends. That was, until the year of the war came around. While John went to war, you began to tend to your dying sister, who you knew only had a few more years. John and you kept in touch, but the letters started to get more and more infrequent as the war began to get more and more brutal. After your sister died, you moved to London, hoping for a fresh start and to eliminate any memories of your her. The next thing you know, three people get murdered right before your eyes, and guess who shows up to inspect? John Watson. And his friend, Sherlock Holmes. You took a liking to Sherlock, despite his arrogance and sociopathic tendencies, and you slowly begin to see his feelings that he hides underneath his shell. When he sees how clever you are, Sherlock also takes a liking to you, but tries his hardest to hide it. He knows that sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side. Now you, Sherlock and John Watson are solving cases together, but what happens when the person you fear most shows up and starts to torment John and Sherlock.

You (reader) are a American archaeologist traveling to London to help out with a exhibit on ancient Egypt's queens. However when you get there, mysterious things begin to happen. You begin to receive weird letters from "your loyal servant" and people start dying. Sherlock Holmes is put on the case. At first you two don't get along, but when your life is on the line the two of you begin to grow close. Will Sherlock save you in time or will you become another artifact in a museum.

A short Father's Day story. Sherlock's wife (you) plans for about a week to surprise her husband ,of 19 months, with some big news.

This is my first one please don't kill me

This is a Sherlock fanfic *** You move from America to England, 221c Bakers Street to be exact, where you are greeted by a familiar face. You join forces with a particular consulting detective and show off your master deduction skills. *** Sorry for the rubbish description :) Read if you want to :) BEWARE WAYYYY TOO MANY SMILEY FACES!!!!! :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :):) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :):) :) :) :) :) :( :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)

I am sorry guys i have stopped writing this but i had demands to re upload this but i personally think this is not my best work.

After sherlock's death, you fall into a deep deep depression and then things happen.....

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.

[This is old & terrible. Read at your own risk] You can imagine the characters as any of them from the multiple versions, I don't mind. This will include Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes, and James Moriarty.