Hello everyone. Just to give you a fair warning, this is my first fan fiction. I haven't written in well over 18 years. I'm a big Phantom of the Opera fan, but I also love Sherlock. I thought it would be fun to write something about Sherlock. If you have any advise for me about writing that would be awesome. I'm not offended easily. This story is about Sherlock and a woman he meets who will change his life forever. I'm hoping to make it romantic and, yes, there will be sex. Hope you enjoy it!
Sherlock Holmes was a consulting detective in London. His partner John Watson helped him on the cases as well. They made a great team. John had gotten married to Mary, but still made time to help Sherlock on any "adventures" they may have.
On one cold and foggy day Sherlock was called into a crime scene, not knowing that his life would change in just a short time.
"John, I need you at a crime scene with me," Sherlock drawled "I will text you the location." He ended the call before John even had a chance to answer him. When outside his apartment Sherlock hailed a cab. He was to meet DI Lestrade and, unfortunately, Anderson. The man got on Sherlocks nerves. Always buzzing around thinking he could do better than himself. Sherlock made a snorting noise which caused the cabbie to look back at him. Sherlock glared at the man, who quickly looked away.
Once at the crime scene, which was in a populated part of town, Sherlock got out of the cab without paying. The cabbie started to yell out the window, but John ran over and paid the man, apologizing for his friends rude behavior.
"You owe me for that." John said to Sherlock, who only rolled his eyes and muttered something ineligible. They walked to the crime scene and found Lestrade looking stressed as usual.
"I'm glad you're here." said Lestrade.
"Of course you are," answered Sherlock. "What happened?"
"Come on inside and I'll show you. Two people dead. Both shot in the head sitting at their table. No sign of forced entranced and no signs of a struggle."
Sherlock and John walked over to examine the bodies. "What do you think, John?" he asked his friend. "No signs of any other injuries. Just a shot to the head to them both." John replied. Sherlock walked around the bodies looking at every detail. Suddenly he stopped and put both hands together and looked like he was in deep thought. John and Lestrade just stood and watched him, both knowing not to disturb him. Sherlocks eyes popped open and a smile spread across his face. "I've figured it all out." Sherlock announced. "So what is it?" asked Lestrade. Sherlock sighed and replied "The man at the table was having an affair, the wife found out and decided to confront him during their breakfast. The man confessed which caused the angry wife to pull out a gun, shoot him in the head and then do the same to herself." Lestrade looked at the scene and said "How would you conclude that's what happened?" Sherlock rolled his eyes and said in a bored tone "It's pretty obvious. No sign of struggle, which means he didn't know his wife was in possession of a gun. The wife shot herself, pressed the gun to her own forhead, causing the gun to fall from her hands and land right there under the table. Don't you people see these things? There's the gun right under the damn table! Get the finger prints off the gun and you will see for yourself." John looked at Sherlock and said "How would you know if the man was having an affair?" This time Sherlock gave a long drawn out sigh and said "There is lipstick on his shirt collar. Different than the wife is wearing. Isn't that an obvious clue to an affair?" Lestrade smiled and said "Thank you Sherlock. You too John. My officers will handle it from here. I will call you when the bodies are in the morgue so you may check for anything else." Sherlock looked at Lestrade and said "There isn't any reason for me to look for anything else. I'm right. I always am. Goodbye." Sherlock began walking away. John thanked Lestrade and asked for him to call when the bodies were taken to Molly.
Outside Sherlock was looking around. "I need coffee." he suddenly announced without even looking to John who just arrived at his side. "Ok. There is a coffee shop a couple blocks from here."
When they arrived at the small coffee shop, named Beans, Sherlock breathed in the smell of roasted coffee beans. It was something he enjoyed. "I will pay for your coffee since you paid for my cab." Sherlock said to John. John was taken aback, but replied with a thank you. Sherlock walked to the counter and was tapping his fingers on the counter top when a woman came and asked "What can I get for you?" Her voice was sweet and immediately Sherlock looked up and he felt... speechless. Something he never felt before. The woman working behind the counter was beautiful. Sherlock thought she was perfection itself. "Ummm, I..." he stuttered while pulling on the scarf that was wrapped around his neck. She smiled at him and asked again what he would like to order. "Two coffees please. Large." Why was it so hard to talk right now? Sherlock was never nervous about anything! "Sure thing." the woman said with a smile. Oh, her smile! Her pink lips looked so soft and plump. Soft and plump? Sherlock shook his head. How did he ever get a thought like that in his head? Sherlock didn't realize she was talking to him until she waved a hand near his face. "Sir, that will be £6.25" She said while still smiling. "Oh, yes, sorry." Sherlock flustered. He paid her and watched her pour the coffee into cups. He caught a glimpse of her name tag. "Lilly" He didn't realize he spoke her name out loud. "Yes?" She said still smiling. Sherlock shook his head again. "Um, nothing. Just saw your name tag. Lilly. That is really a beautiful name." This time it was time for Lilly to blush. "Thank you." she replied, handing him the coffees. Grabbing the coffee Sherlock brushed his fingertips against hers. They both smiled at each other. "Come back soon." Lilly said to him. Sherlock only nodded and turned around quickly. Approaching the table John was sitting at waiting for him, Sherlock handed him the coffee and said quickly "Let's go. Now." John didn't think anything of it and followed Sherlock out of the shop. The cool air felt good as Sherlock breathed it in. "I'm going home. You may go to your wife. I need to be alone." John didn't think anything about his friends odd behavior, but said goodbye and walked towards home. Sherlocke hailed a cab and could not stop thinking about the woman in the shop. Lilly. The name suited her. To Sherlock she was as beautiful as a flower. He thought of her sun light blonde hair and those blue eyes that seemed to pull him in. He didn't realize he was back at his apartment till the cabbie knocked on the window, pulling Sherlock out of his thoughts. He paid the cabbie and walked into his apartment 221B Baker St. When inside Sherlock sat in his chair and could not stop thinking of Lilly. He's never had a woman fill him with so many emotions. Sherlock went to bed that night thinking of her and knew he had to go back again tomorrow to see her.