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.

"The game, Mrs Hudson, is on!" ~~~ "Tax- ugh." Sherlock says getting cut off as another body runs into him, the other person falling to the ground. "Sorry." A female voice says as she sits up. "I'm so sorry, this was my fault, I was rushing to work." She rants dusting herself off and combing the nonexistent leaves out of her long golden blonde hair. "I just-" She trails off when she finally looks up and gets a look at the person she ran into. "Hi." She breathes out smiling lightly. She was instantly drawn in by his crystal clear blue eyes that left her feeling breathless. "Hey," Sherlock replies quietly also getting lost in her blue eyes. He was just as much in awe of her and she was to him. Suddenly, he clears his throat and they both look away. "My apologies, I, um, I wasn't looking where I was going. Sherlock Holmes." He introduces holding out his hand to help her up. "Katherine, uh Kat. Kat Moore." She stutters out and takes his hand and he pulls her up so they are standing face to face. The two continue to stare at each other while holding hands until John comes limping out of the flat snapping them back into reality and breaking them up. They pull apart quickly as if hoping John didn't see their interaction. "Maybe I'll see you around?" Sherlock says as a taxi pulls up for Kat. Kat reaches out and opens the cab door. "Maybe you will." She smirks lightly and gets into the taxi. ~~~ BOOK 1 in the Katlock Series BBC Sherlock Season 1 Please vote and comment!! WARNING-May contain harsh language and mature themes. **I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK, BBC DOES!!! I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTER AND ADDED PLOT DEVICES!!**

For one to uncover secrets this deep, they must shatter the evil from within. A façade was all Sherlock was living now. When he gets wind of a masquerade ball being held in Moriarty's memory, he thinks it'll be no different than what he has been doing after his infamous fall. But a one-man operation was just suicide. He had no one to turn to if he wanted to keep them safe, but...maybe a certain pathologist of his had a way around that. A/N: This is set after Reichenbach. My friend @HoneyButterYum came up with the title and description and my friend @myfirstnameisagent came up with some elements of the plot. I don't own Sherlock Holmes or Molly Hooper or anything else from BBC Sherlock. All rights go to the creators and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad (excluding websites like fanfiction.net and AO3--in that case please contact me immediately so I can deal with the plagiarism.) you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attck. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe form, please got to jackskellingtonrulz5's Wattpad page. Thank you.

#1 in ynstories (17/07/2022) You are the best assassin in history, the most ruthless, the most efficient of them all. The day you were sent to kill Sherlock Holmes, was the day your life changed. The moment he told you the truth, your whole life changed. What happens when, instead of assassinating the world's best consulting detective, you join him in taking down the organisation who employed you? The organisation that has kept the truth about your whole life a secret? How deep does the rabbit hole go? I've rewritten some of the plot in order for this story to make sense, the start of the story is set in the time inbetween S2E2-E3. Majority of the plot will stay the same. I do not own any of the BBC sherlock characters. I have created OCs (I don't own you obviously but I made the personality for this story). !!SHERLOCKXFEM READER!! !!MENTION OF DRUGS!! !!Trigger warnings: some sensitive topics may be discussed!! !!Maybe smut!! Also it's written in first person view, I find that easier in the moment but in the future if I write other books or a sequel I'll probably try second person or third person This is my first story lol so we'll see where this goes, most characters in the show will be appearing, Sherlock and John being those you spend the most time with but yeah if you like it please share with others :)

A thorn by any other name would hurt just as deep, or whatever the saying is. ~~~ Greg Lestrade would say Sherlock Holmes was always the smartest in the room. Whether at 221B or Scotland Yard, no ordinary person ever came close to compete with his... intellectual prowess. Well, no one but you. So when work guides you back to London, there was no surprise when the D.I. welcomed you back with open arms. ~~~ All characters belong to BBC for portrayals and original characters have been written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

It's lonely at 221B, Sherlock and John are growing more and more distant, Lestrade is always a busy and no good cases have come up for a long time. But then there is one case that tests Sherlocks heart instead of mind, a case involving a girl that Sherlock took for granted, a girl who Sherlock only thought of as a friend. Her name was Molly, Molly Hooper. There is only thing this genius he doesn't know.... How to fall in love

Simply exhausted of all colour. Wasted. I didn't lie down. I didn't blink. I just sat there, staring into nothingness, waiting for something to materialise into my vision. Something. Anything. I had kept Sherlock away. Kept him away from his death, for so long. So long. Little did I know, all he needed was a little jump from a rooftop. It wouldn't take me long either, would it? I wasn't going to die. I needed relief. I needed disconnection. Disorientation. Oblivion. Ignorance. Because ignorance is bliss. It was in my hand, now. Like vengeance disguised in forgiveness. Breathe. Steady. Hold. Control. . . . Now. Pain shot through my arms and my palms, like my nails were being pulled out. It spread like fire, like ice cold fire, still burning like coals. My limbs were numb. I fell onto the bed, my mouth pressed into the sheet at an odd angle. I was too fatigued to change it. Too drowned to change it. Drowned too deep. To change anything. I'd never done this. Was I going to die? It'd be better if I died. What would that feel like? Flying? Better that this I suppose. Don't you think, Sherlock? [TW: IF YOU ARE STRUGGLING WITH PTSD SCHIZOPHRENIA DEPRESSION ANXIETY PANIC DISORDERS DRUGS OR ARE TRIGGERED BY ANYTHING ELSE PLEASE PROCEED WITH DISCRETION. GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF NEAR- SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND VIOLENCE AND ZERO CLOSURE LIKE LITERALLY NO CLOSURE]

A royal scandal brings Sherlock Holmes into a tough duel of wits against a peculiar woman. Now that Sherlock has started to understand his feelings towards his best friend, Anita O'Malley, what will he do? Even if he were to confess everything, how would Anita react? So many questions that Sherlock does not have the answer to. Started: 6-2-2021 Finished: 7-21-2021 -All characters belong to the BBC, excluding Anita O'Malley and any other characters I mention. I also owe credit @Layce25 for allowing me to use books as references. Her Sherlock books are amazing, and you guys should go check them out!

(Y/N) (L/N) and the Holmes brothers didn't exactly get along. They always disapproved of her using her genius in music instead of in something worthwhile. She told them she'd prove them wrong one day. And she did. (Y/N) is known internationally for her music. People praise her skills for being able to play multiple instruments. To celebrate her success, (Y/N) is planning her first tour, kicking it off in her hometown; London. Soon everything falls to pieces. Her violinist just quit on her and she has no backup. With no other options, she turns to Sherlock for help. -Completed- {BBC Sherlock belongs to Mark Gatiss, Steven Moffat, Stephen Thompson} {Original Sherlock characters belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle} {Please Do Not Steal My Work.} {This is what I like to call an 'albumfic' instead of a 'songfic'. If you're a fan of both Dodie Clark and BBC's Sherlock, this is the place for you.}

Description written by jedigirl2213 So...we (spinach_14 and jedigirl2213) were talking after I had discovered Sherlock and I was like "Whoa we should do a Sherlock/Psych crossover with Shawn vs. Sherlock". And so we did. We have the full book written but this is all you get...for now. Right, okay, actual description? Okay. Lassiter is summoned by Lestrade to London for a funeral. But we don't care about them (sorry). Soon, Shawn meets Sherlock and fun ensues. If you call a murder fun. Will they be friends or enemies? And will they find the murderer? A/N: Warning: Contains large amounts of Sherlolly and Shules and may induce excessive "Awwwww"-ing. Just kidding, well, kind of. Please tell us what you think. Oh, by the way, it's been a couple months since I watched Psych so those guys might not be perfectly in character, sorry