You were walking down bakers street hurrying on your way to meet Mr.Holmes because you in fact had a case for him.
You sat down in the chair across from Sherlock and John shaking a little. Sherlock squinted at you trying his best to deduce you. "Now tell us miss......"
"(L/n)"
"Miss.(l/n) what seems to be your case?" Sherlock said folding his hands together in a prayer position.
"Well I was at home making dinner because I had a few guest coming over. Then I got a call on my phone which I found unusual seeing I don't get many phone calls." Sherlock nodded trying to make you talk faster. "I answered it and it was my brother (sorry if you don't have a brother just roll with it) he sounded panicked he told me to watch out and then began screaming then I heard a different mans voice. He called himself Moriarty." You were shaking like crazy now scared out of your wits. Sherlock stood up across from you and look down at you in horror.
"I'll take it I'll take your case." He said.
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You had been staying with Sherlock in the flat for a few months now after you had been attacked in your own flat. You had grown very fond of the dark curly haired man to say the least some may say he felt the same way towards you but you had your doubts.
One morning Sherlock sat in his chair focusing in his mind palace. He suddenly opened his eyes and began to shout.
"I got it. I got it." He looked over to you a mischievous glint in his eye. "I know exactly where your brother is." The he ran off.
Sherlock ended up being right and your brother was found. The kidnapper wasn't Moriarty just another wannabe wash up character. You looked mournfully at Sherlock and tried to muster a smile.
"I guess this is good bye then Sherlock? Thank you for finding my brother." You paused trying to force down the lump in your throat. "I should probably hurry back to the flat......get my stuff and go back to my own flat now that everything is solved." You started to walk away when Sherlock grabbed your wrist pulling you back toward him.
"I don't suppose you'd be willing to stay. In the flat I mean. It gets dreadfully boring especially with John in his own new home with Rosie. You smiled and nodded taking your arm in his.
"So Mr.Holmes what tediously easy case will you be taking on tomorrow?" You asked.
The two of you began to walk to the taxi that would eventually take you back to the flat.