This is just a collection of short storys based off of headcanons I found on the intent. I thought I might expand them a little into a short story, so thats what this is. Hope you enjoy!

Psycho Sherlock POV

Before I tell you this certain tale, you must know a simple equation for you simple mind. It goes like this: No case=Boredom. A little backstory on earlier in the day. Several frankly normal things happened, like John yelling at me for almost blowing the kitchen up and grinding up pig bones, because the hospital won't let me have human ones. We didn't have a case today, or the day before, or the day before that. It was what some people call a made life extremely boring for me, but allowed John to ask a girl on a date (he's still convinced I scared the last one off). They were going to have dinner or something. John, being what he calls a 'sensible human', was talking a shower. And again, I was bored. So I was going to have some fun.

The shower was running as as I wiped out Kyrie (my violin) and pulled out John's computer. I opened Google and did a quick search for a certain piece of music from a 1960's movies that Mother had made me watch as a child. She had made me watch many movies as a kid, but I remembered this one in particular for the scene where a young lady was taking a shower and was stabbed. The music was blood curtailing. So I researched some sheet music and played it in my mind palace before I tuned Kyrie and rosined the bow and started to screech out The Murder, standing right outside the bathroom door.

A loud thud came from inside the bathroom. "SHERLOCK!" Came John's battle cry. I heard the shower shut off, and I continued to play as a raging John came thundering out of the shower in just a bathrobe. He violently threw his lufa at me, causing soap suds and water too splat across my face. I laughed, and John yelled "There will be a dead body in this flat and it won't be the one you're hiding in the fridge!" I laughed even more at this.

Mrs. Hudson came in yelling incomprehensibly at us. I caught something about a gentlemen's club, but I was having too much fun too care. 221B Baker street was filled with the sounds of Kyrie, my laughter, John yelling, and Mrs. Hudson's frantic pleas for us too calm down. Soon we heard the sounds of police sirens as police cars and Gavin pulled up, racing into our flat and roaring at the very top of his lungs "NOBODY MOVE!" We all froze, waiting for what he would do next. "John, get some clothes on. Sherlock, sit down!" I sat down tentatively on the sofa as John went to go put some clothes on. After he finished changing, he joined me under Gabriel's outraged stare.

"You think this is funny?" John said, looking at me in outrage. I was still smiling like Mycroft with cake.

"Very." I said, plucking Kyrie's strings softly.

"All I have to say too you two is that was the strangest 999 call I have ever responded too. What on earth happened?"

"Sherlock decided it would be a good idea to play The Murder from Psycho while I was in the shower."

"I was bored."

"So why didn't you go shoot up a wall?"

"Because you told me not to do that."

There was a ring from the door bell. "That will be my date, that I was getting ready for before you so rudely interrupted."

"Boys, try to avoid the domestics. John, go get your date. Sherlock, if this happens again, I will be very tempted to call your brother." John got up and I rolled my eyes in exasperation.

"And what is he going to do? For head of the British government, he has surprisingly little control over his younger brother."

Gus sighed in defeat and I could hear the voice of a girl downstairs, "Why are there police outside your flat?"

"My flatmate is a bit, well,-"

"Mad? Insane? Psychotic?" I shouted down.

"I was going to say a brilliant man, but a bit of a danger magnet, who likes to play violin at the wrong time." I played a quick little jig just to prove it, then sat in silence for a while, even after Gilbert left, thinking about being a danger magnet. Not exactly the safest person to be around, but John didn't hold that against me. And I was thankful. Then I laughed, remembering the past half hour with relish.