Detective Inspector Mitch Taylor is investigating a series of murders along with CSI agent Angel Morgan in Circular Quay, Sydney, Australia. Mitch tries to balance his family life, struggling to help his wife to deal with the recent loss of their baby at childbirth, while trying to solve the murders. The Police face increased pressure as the facts start to implicate some of their own. A homeless man may hold the answers, but Mitch will have to gain his trust. Crime is on the streets. Corruption and betrayal have built the walls. Trust is a myth. The circle of crime will reveal the truth.

"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

just when the catipillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly × sequel to 'transgender' {HIGHEST RANKING #3}

(Sequel to ‘Beside You’ and ‘Between the Raindrops’) “A bullet and a bullet-wound are certainly two very different things. The bullet flies towards whom it is aimed, and the bullet-wound is the consequence of who gets hit. It is human nature that determines the impact, wouldn’t you agree?” Hide your skull and grab a shock-blanket, because the newfound quiet(er) than usual life of John and Sherlock Watson-Holmes is about to be thrown into jeopardy. And this time, the cryptic ‘Twist’ is the least of their problems… Just after the mark of having lived together for a year as a couple, they are disturbed by news of a mysterious attack- one that will allow time for the first of a string of kidnappings to take place, putting the lives of everyone they hold dear in danger. It will take the remains of their broken family and a couple of old friends to join the duo in cracking the codes and wading through a sea of blackmail in order to reach the final stage of the game. But this time, the villain who would do anything to win the game knows precisely what to do. Setting up a twisted web of lies and breadcrumbs, everything they thought they knew will be pushed out of balance by the King of Crime. But is it all a bluff? Or a double bluff? Or a triple bluff? (Book 3 of the SherlockedDoors subcanon. Contains fluff, possible smuff/flut, angst, Parentlock, a teeny-tiny crossover-ish part and a wedding) NOT BASED ON SERIES 3. SHERLOCK IS THE CREATION OF SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE, ADAPTED BY THE BBC. THIS IS SIMPLY A FANFICTION. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED. ~ SherlockedDoors

Not a case to be heard and not a cigarette to be found, Sherlock is desperate! But John presents Sherlock with a case he can't refuse! It starts with a simple kiss just for kicks, but was it something more? That's for John to know and Sherlock to find out!

It all started with a trip. Sherlock had been acting weird, and everyone thought he was just stressed, so he and John go on a trip to Fiji. Yet, what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation from the stresses of detective work only opened the door for much more stress and confusion when John begins to have strange feelings around his colleague, Sherlock Holmes. And Sherlock is still acting strange.

Sherlock Holmes had never been one to embrace the concept of caring for another human being. All it does is bring about unneeded complications and these messy things called 'feelings'. Yet, when he crosses paths with an invalidated army doctor named John Watson his entire way of thinking is forced to be changed. Will this change be for better or for worse?

(Sequel to 'Beside You- A Johnlock Fanfiction') Now, finally reunited and married, the consulting detective takes his blogger for a honeymoon in Paris- but not is all as it seems, because awaiting amongst the enchanting sights and blissful haze is a figure from the past, who has news of a new nemesis who wishes to topple their newfound paradise in search of bloodthirsty revenge. To top things off, the new couple begin to wonder how thin is the line between the future and the past when a strange midnight incident occurs at Saint-Michel, triggering a new, shattering string of events- and buried memories. Some of which should have remained buried for much longer... (Inspired by the song 'Between The Raindrops' by Lighthouse and Natasha Bedingfield. Contains major fluff.)

“I’m starting to think letting you into my home wasn’t such a good idea.” “Oh it was probably the worst thing you’ve ever done.” There was a moment’s pause before he spoke again. “Do you regret it?” “Not one bit.”