Disclaimer: BBC SHERLOCK TV Show is the property of BBC/MASTERPIECE.

The characters of Sherlock Holmes belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. No copyright infringement intended.

I'm just borrowing these marvelous characters and making them solve crimes for me and all that comes from my imagination. Characters like Harper Crew, Adelaide Lyndon, Theodore Kingston, Arden Hale and Charlotte Lyndon belong to me, I created them to join the brilliant Detective and the Doctor.

A/N: Welcome to my world of Sherlock. Mysteries. Experiments. Cases. Serial murders. A man who lives and breathes for these things, who looks only for the next thrill and not for any monetary gain. A doctor who can wield a gun and is loyal to a fault. An assistant who might just be in love with the detective.

Read about a self-declared high functioning sociopath with a faithful friend. Follow them as the genius and his doctor solve cases that leave others befuddled. Crossing various impediments, saving people and solving insoluble mysteries all the while making sure that their handful of loved ones are safe and sound as they cross the labyrinths of truth and lies.

Read on to follow their adventures in 'Sherlock - The Case Files'.

Case 1 - The Mystery of the Camborne Hauntings

Prologue

A light smog covered the whole of London, most of its residents moved around, the city bustling without a care of all that went about it.

In the dimly lit apartment of 221B, the detective nonchalantly tapped his fingers on the table while waiting for John to arrive. It had been almost an hour since he'd texted him. He lay on the couch in his trademark purple shirt and slacks. His bright eyes moved fast tracking an invisible pattern of clues that only he saw and understood.

"John!" He shouted when he heard the door open. Light footsteps with heel, not John then. A waft of a flowery scent. "Going out to meet your friends again, Mrs. Hudson?" he drawled, a single eyebrow raised as she walked in with a tray.

"Really, Sherlock! There is no need to say it every time. Oh my! Are these eyeballs?"

Sherlock looked at her with annoyance. "Don't touch that, Mrs. Hudson."

"Keeping a Skull here and human eyes in the kitchen? Ooh . . . what will I ever do with you, Sherlock? I am going to throw them away."

"Mrs. Hudson! I said do not touch them!" Sherlock yelled and the poor landlady gave him a look that clearly showed her disapproval before exiting in a hurry.

Sherlock sighed, he was out of nicotine patches. He wondered if he should break into his secret stash that John had hidden in his laptop case. Out of his own annoyance, he screamed, "JOHN!"

"I'm here! Why are you yelling now, Sherlock?" came an annoyed voice from the door.

Sherlock turned sharply and glared at his friend. His only friend. His friend whom he had been waiting for, and Sherlock Holmes didn't like waiting. "Phone!" He held his hand out towards John.

"Excuse me?"

"Really, John! How does that brain of yours work? What was it that you didn't comprehend this time? I said phone!"

John shook his head. "You texted me . . . when I was on the other side of London, just for my phone? You said it was an EMERGENCY!"

Sherlock smirked. "It is an emergency, now phone, please."

"Sherlock, you texted me! Why can't you use your bloody phone?" John sighed and plopped on the couch.

"John, you already know that the number is on my website—"

"A website no one reads," John cut him off. "And that phone of yours is buzzing."

"Ignore it! It's Mycroft." Sherlock shook his head and turned to face the window. He looked out before turning towards John. "Someone texted me. Read it!"

"Why should I read your bloody texts?"

"Because I asked you to." Sherlock grinned before walking away to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and picked two human eyeballs and placed them on the table.

Annoyed, John groaned and picked up Sherlock's phone and read the text. "It's Greg. He would like to meet you."

"Greg, who?" Sherlock asked as he dropped one eyeball in the liquid in front of him.

"Greg Lestrade. Detective Inspector Lestrade, Sherlock!"

"Oh! I thought it was Geoff. But it was Geoff. Wasn't it Geoff?" Sherlock asked, running his hand through his hair.

"No! His name is Greg. And you already know that," John replied.

"Unwanted information! Deleted it. What does he want now?"

John walked towards him; placing his phone on the table, he said, "He wants to meet you."

Sherlock smiled and handed over a cup to him. "Go ahead, drink it."

John looked at the cup in surprise. "Coffee? You made coffee? You never make coffee."

"John. Drink. Now."

John took a sip and coughed. He quickly put the cup down and rushed to the bathroom to throw up. When he came back, he noticed Sherlock on the couch. "Oh! It was a harmless experiment. I dropped the eyeball for taste, but I guess it didn't work."

"You did what?"

Without replying Sherlock walked away to his room and came back with his trench coat on. He smiled as he spoke, "We have a mystery to solve, Doctor. Come along now, no time to waste."

"A case? Where?" John asked, following Sherlock.

"The Secret Lake." The detective smiled secretly before moving out, his blogger following him. Once out, he turned towards the street with a smirk and hailed a cab.

A/N Part 2: Whoop! This is way too different from my usual Karamel stories, isn't it? Well, this was written before all the Karamel stories. Haha! Do expect a regular update on Sundays. This will be one helluva rollercoaster ride, folks! If you love mysteries, I promise you are in for a treat. I would love to know what you think, so please, do leave me a comment. :)

Why is this chapter so small? It's just because it's the premise, other chapters are usually very long.

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