Love-Locked Sherlock BBC

{Book 2}

"At the center of all love triangles in confusion. Confusion of one's own decisions and choices"

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He raised his eyebrows in a haughty expression and put on a little boy's voice, "'Don't be smart, Sherlock. I'm the smart one'."

"I am the smart one," he glared at his little brother.

"You two are absolute five year olds," Tyler laughed, shaking her head as she leaned forward and, without waiting, picked up the toy tweezers and carefully used them to pick up the heart without even coming close to touching the sides. Mycroft narrowed his eyes at her, looking almost sulky while Sherlock smirked at him, looking quite smug again, "The fighting alone must have been completely mental," she went on, pretending as if she hadn't noticed anything as she sat back again, her lower arm lightly brushing against Sherlock's shoulder. She glanced at Sherlock, her eyes lingering on his hair, "But those curls must have looked simply adorable on little Sherlock."

"Oh, for God's sake..." Mycroft muttered, falling back into his chair with a look of disgust on his face.

She smiled, shrugging, not the slightest bit embarrassed as she glanced at Mycroft, "I'm sure you were an adorable child too Mycroft, the chubby ones always are." Sherlock nearly choked on nothing as Mycroft sent her a sharp look. She simply laughed, leaning forward to nudge his arm. "I'm nearly messing with you, lighten up."

"You're not as funny as you think you are, Miss Jackson." He grumbled to himself, but she noticed the corner of his mouth twitch ever so slightly and that was enough to keep her smile in place.

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It's been two years since Tyler has faked her death. Finally returning after she disesmbled James Moriartys web and Mycroft comes to her needing her to return to London to stop an iminent Terrorist attack. And nothing is the same when she returns.

How will she fit back into the world they created without her? And will they even let her back in?