Hey! This is my attempt at Sherlock BBC :D

I DO NOT PROFIT FROM THIS AND I DO NOT OWN

WARNING: JOHN/SHERLOCK, Murder, and Language

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"Moriarty! You and I will die here!" Sherlock yells pointing his gun at the explosive vest that he recently ripped off me. "John, I'm sorry it has to end like this." He apologizes to me. I nod in reply. I wait for him to pull the trigger and- I pounce on him, dragging us both into the pools cold water. Explosion all around us, I see Sherlock's eyes begin to close and I realized he needed air. I quickly press our mouths together and give him some of my breath. As the eruption subsided we swam back to the surface. No sign of Moriarty, or his snipers. Sherlock is clinging to me and gasping for air. "T-thanks for saving us and all…, but do you mind getting us out of this horrid pit of death!" Sherlock shrieks embarrassed.

"Huh? You can't swim? Don't tell me you never learned as to not 'delete' vital information?" I say sarcastically. I see a slight blush flair up on his cheeks.

"Shut. Up." Was his only come back. I snickered as I swam us over to the pool ladder. I help Sherlock out of the pool. He then uses his magical Cab powers to flag us a cab. The ride home was a silent one. Arrival, though, was not.

"Oh dear! What happened? You're both soaked head to bloody toe!" Mrs. Hudson cries out with worry. She was in her normal purpleish dress. She had obviously just fixed our abused wall as she still had plaster on her hands.

"Oh, just went for a swim, Mrs. Hudson, just went for a swim." Sherlock inquires receiving a concerned look from our landlady.

"I fixed the damn wall again. Please don't shoot at my walls again! I swear Sherlock; I will be bloody pissed if I find that you've ruined another wall!" Mrs. Hudson yells as we walk up the stairs to our flat. She follows us up the stairs to catch our wet coats. "I'll get these cleaned, but just this once! I'm not your house keeper!" She yells again. She maybe our landlady, but she obviously cares for us. Her husband died before she could have kids. She had confided in me that she had always wanted two boys. Even though she says she is not our house keeper, me and Sherlock both keep her company and act as though she was our mother, to make her happy. Sherlock sighs and makes his way to the shower. He removed his shirt before reaching the bathroom and I caught a glimpse of his chest and arms. I feel my chest ache as I notice many little scars on his arms. There were two distinct long scars running down both arms, seeming to have once been deep. Obvious signs of a suicide attempt. There was also a large gash along his shoulder blades. I yawn as he closed the door to the bathroom. I'm too tired to wonder about that now. I think I'll just go to sleep. I think to myself as I slowly make my way to my room. I strip myself of my freezing clothes and lay naked on my bed and fall asleep.

(Sherlock's POV Next Morning)

I blush thinking about John's lips against mine. I feel my morning problem throb and quickly jolt myself out of my thoughts. Stop thinking like that! I sigh. I need a new case….. I'm bored. I walk to our fridge and open it to see my newest experiment. I was observing the degree of burns if left alone. I hear John walk into the kitchen.

"What the fuck? Sherlock, how many times have I told you don't put bloody dead things in the bloody fridge!" John yells. I smirk.

"But where do I put them? On the roof? No, that won't do it will begin to rot up there. In Mrs. Hudson's fridge? Oh! Splendid idea! That'll teach her not to steal Belle anymore!" I squeal with excitement!

"Belle? As in Belle Sorenson Gunness? You've got to be kidding me! You need a life Sherlock!" John yells at me. I give him a general smile and see him soften. He knows me sooo well. I named my female skull after the famous female serial killer.

"Oh! We need milk and a new microwave. My last experiment exploded and I don't think you would want your food to have formaldehyde on it." I say. I hear him sigh in exasperation and I give him a quick apology.

"Fine! I'm going to the store, I need your card." He says obviously annoyed. I hand him my card and fall on the couch.

(Watson's POV)

I wave a cab and head to a moving van rental company. I'll make sure I will not see another dead thing in the fridge! I think to myself with determination. After renting a moving van I zipped to the closest Homebase. I enter knowing what I have come for, but not sure as to the type.

"Dr. Watson? Oh! HOHOHOHO! It is lovely to see you!" A young woman, also my patient, named Kim squeals. Oh no, not her. She is so bloody annoying.

"Why hello. Oh, I didn't know you worked here. Can you help me then?" I ask being as polite as possible.

"Why of course, of course, whatchu need." She says in her thick Brooklyn accent.

"A rather large fridge, do you carry those?" I ask trying not to yell profanities. Soon we were on our way to a large section of fridges. I saw a decent sized fridge in blue and decided to buy it. With help from other workers I got it packed into the back of the moving van (along with our newest microwave). I then rushed to the store and bought enough food to actually fill our original fridge.

Hey I got you a present

Help bring in groceries

Please and thank you

JW

Upon arrival I see Sherlock scramble to help me bring in the groceries. "Here is our new microwave, please don't fuck it up." I say to him and he rolls his eyes in reply. "Now help me bring up your new present." I say with a smile.

"Oh, what is it, what is it!" He squeals excitedly. His excitement grew bigger as he realized I had got him his own fridge. "Awwwwww, thank you!" We haul his new present up to our flat and he set it up. I put our groceries away and he moved his experiments. I look at Sherlock who had decided to hug me. I blush along with him. We soon are interrupted by a light knock on the wall of the kitchen.

"Hey…. A new case. I'm sure you'll like this one. I'll leave the address here on the table please show up." Detective Inspector Lestrade says shyly.

"Goody!" Sherlock squeals letting go of me, a blush still evident on his cheeks. I smile at how cute he can be, and wished he could have stayed around me longer. We pull on our coats and he puts on his scarf and off we go. He yet again uses his magical powers and summons us a cab. We jump in and head for our destination.

"279 White Chapel Road." The ride there was quite. We arrive and meet up with Sergeant Donovan.

"Hey, Freak. John, I see you still haven't found yourself a hobby." She says gaining a glare from Sherlock.

"Still fucking Anderson, I see" Sherlock retorts, earning a growl from her. We walk into the building and I am immediately horrified at the scene. A young woman, about the age of 32 lay dead on the floor. The woman had red hair and was fair skinned. She wore a skimpy red dress with red stilettos. Her abdomen was cut open and it seemed that her uterus was removed. She showed signs of strangulation, but her throat was slashed. Upon further inspection I clarify that her cause of death was strangulation and her time of death was about 4 hours before arrival.

"A crime of passion!" Sherlock bellows. "Come, John!" he calls to me and I follow. I blink at the fact that there is already a cab parked out front (I swear he is magical!) "221B Baker Street." He tells the cabby.

"So, what do you have?" I ask Sherlock, noticing his excited smile.

"We have a cleaver man aged 15 to 18 about 6 feet tall. He called her there and made her give him something, possibly the pen. As she was distracted in getting the pen he strangled her. Then removed an organ." He pauses and looks at me. "What organ, John?"

"The uterus." I reply

"Ahhhh, her lady parts. Interesting." He says. "The suspect also searched her things. So what are the possible motives…" He says to me. We get out of the cab and walk up the stairs to our flat. I put the kettle on and look and Sherlock expectantly. He raises an eyebrow at me and I realize he is trying to get me involved in the case. I smile.

"Motive, motive. Hmmmm. Oh! Love, what about love?" I question.

"Yes, love is quite a motivator. What else?"

W: "Revenge?"

S: "Possible."

W: "Robbery maybe?"

S: "No, nothing was stolen, though her items were searched."

W: "Mental issues?"

S: "Quite possible."

W: "Ummmm. Oh! Ew… Cannibalism?"

S: "Could be…. I concur with your ew."

H: "Here is your tea."

S: "Think of what would cause a man to do this? If love, why love? If revenge, why revenge?"

W: "I dunno, Sherlock."

H: "Well it could be a son murdering his mother. I saw on the telly a young bloke killed his ma because she broke his xbox. Or it could be a pissed husband! Or, or an ex boyfriend. Revenge for her leaving him for his best friend. Ooo! This is fun! Just like on crap telly!"

S: "Yes, the motives fit with the situations…"

W: "Indeed." Sherlock and I look up just realizing Mrs. Hudson.

"Thanks for the tea." I say embarrassed. She smiles and walks back down stairs for her afternoon hip treatment. I look at Sherlock, who returns my look.

"Did you notice she was here?" He asked reading my mind. I shake my head and we both fall into a fit of giggles. It was broken by a grumbling in my stomach. "Hungry? I'm in the mood for Mexican. How about you?" He asked a soft look in his eyes.

"Thought you'd never asked. I reply with a smile."

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