After uncovering the secrets of her step-sisters homicide, F/n L/n resumes her fast-paced, and nefelibata life in Paris, France. But she finds she simply cannot forget the rush of adrenaline, and the joy she had found when pursuing a master minded criminal.
A month was all it took for her to give in. She leaves her third job as a forensic scientist to become a consulting detective. After having degrees in philosophy, economics, engineering and forensics longer before hand, she picked up an incredible intelligence and power.
To be specific; the power of deduction.
With her mastered power and degrees she easily becomes a very highly paid detective, taking on only the hardest of cases.
Sooner or later though, everyone gets bored with the same old.
Now rich with an immensely large ego, Y/n stops helping the police completely and takes in clients instead. With this, she had gotten more interesting cases on the daily, while those that didn't strike the women's fancy, she sent to the police.
She picked up good and bad habits for when she would get bored, including constructing a mind palace, becoming an artist, meditating or.. some other ones like demolishing her own flat or things such as melding self created firearms and blades.
Life continued like this for years, until a tall man with a cane came into her flat. She told him in a bored tone that she wouldn't be taking anymore clients for the day, but he just scoffed and sat in her chair to tell her why he was there.
Empty. Baker Street, and the entirety of the City of London, is empty. The streets are no longer busy with cars or pedestrians; it's deserted. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are the only people around. But they're not alone. The Diseased---people who have caught a strange, rabid-like disease go into a state of madness in which they have the lust to kill anyone they come across---litter the streets. And John is one of them.
When Sherlock comes from being in his Mind Palace for longer than he thought for a case he was solving, he finds out that a sudden apocalypse has taken over London, and a mysterious disease has plagued half the population, and they litter the streets. To his horror, John is somehow caught with the disease. The consulting detective finds himself on the most dangerous, and overwhelming case he has ever been on, one that will test his love for John. And that case is to find a cure for his best friend before he loses him to the strange, apocalyptic disease forever. And Sherlock is prepared to walk right through hell, if it means finding a cure for the one man he loves most in the world.
⚠️ ***TRIGGER WARNING*** ⚠️
This fanfic is rated M for a reason!
Will contain.....
-Swearing
-Violence
-Gore
-Drug references
-Sexual content
-Suggestions of abuse
If you are triggered by any of this, then I advise you to NOT read it! I don't want anyone reporting my story because they failed to notice it's rated M and didn't care to read the warning here. "Why all of that, though?" you may be wondering. Well, it's the apocalypse, and in an apocalypse.....all kinds of shit can happen. Am I right? And I tend to be a little dark sometimes.