Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock bbc but I do own Kenni and my gf owns Lennox and the plot is owned by both of us.
Warning: There will be cursing, adult jokes, violence, blood, possibly gore, sex, threesome between two guys and a girl, Sherlock style stuff


Hey people out there who are actually reading my blog. I'm Kenni and this is my life with the ever interesting consulting detective Sherlock Holmes and his friend John Watson, and their other occasional partner Lennox Carter. This is how it all starts, when I meet one person and fall in love with two people.


I storm up the stairs to Sherlock's flat with Lestrade following close behind.

"SHERLOCK HOLMES! Ya could've blown everything!" I yell as I throw the door open to the living room where I see John sitting in his chair reading the newspaper but no Sherlock. I know he's here but probably ignoring me. I say bye to Lestrade who leaves with a sigh and says bye to John and me.

"Hello." John smiles kindly and sympathetically at me.

I like John, he reminds me a bit of someone I know from my past. I cross my arms with a glare.

"Hello Watson, where's Sherlock so I can hurt him?" I ask the war veteran as kindly as possible.

"In the kitchen with Len." John informs me.

I think he's learned that it's best not to get in my way when I'm upset or angry, especially at a Holmes.

"Who? Never mind." I don't know or care who this 'Len' is, Sherlock is more important.

I go into the kitchen where I see Sherlock doing one of his experiments and a girl with dark hair standing by him, "Holmes!"

"Hm?" Sherlock looks over from his latest experiment.

"That lil' stunt with Lestrade coulda ruined our chances o' getting La Grenouille!" I snap at him. (French for 'The Frog')

"But it didn't." Sherlock states, "I need your help."

"Repeat that last part?" I ask with a teasing grin.

'Sherlock admitting he needs help? My help? I love this!' I think happily.

Sherlock sighs, "You heard me."

I notice the strange girl leave but ignore it.

"Ya can do it Sherly." I encourage him and use the nickname that he hates.

"Fine, just don't call me that." Sherlock tells me with a frown.

"So, why am I here?" I grin happily at him.

"I need your help with catching Moriarty." Sherlock answers.

"I love hearing you say that and ok, I'll help. But who's that girl? I remember John, Molly, Lestrade and those two idiots." I lean against the table and fiddle with some of the things on it.

"Lennox Carter." Sherlock informs me.

"She any good?" I ask curiously.

"Yes." Sherlock nods.

"But I'm still better, right?" I ask pouting a little.

Sherlock sighs at my childishness, "Are you going to help or not?"

"For you? Yep." I grin as I go into the living room and settle in Sherlock's chair while Sherlock goes back to his experiment.

I study the papers for the case up on the wall while John finishes the paper then looks through files.


~20 minutes later~


"Sherly!" I call out after realizing something.

"What is it?" Sherlock asks as he steps out of the kitchen.

"Think I figured something out, that's what." I tell him.

"Ah," Sherlock nods, "what did you find?"

I look up at him, "Got paper and pencil?"

Sherlock finds a memo pad and a pencil then hands them to me.

I get to work on drawing a map of that part of London and plot out where the bodies were found then where they were taken.

"It's a puzzle." I explain as I work.

"Hmmm, interesting." Sherlock murmurs thoughtfully.

I hand him the paper and while Sherlock studies it, I notice Lennox slip outside.

"Sherlock, what did he figure out?" John asks his flat mate.

Sherlock hands him the paper while I explain, "The next body and Moriarty's 'comfort zone'. So in theory, that's either where he's finding his victims or that's where he is."

Sherlock grins, "The chase is on!"

I get up with a laugh, "What're we waiting for?"

"Let's go." John grabs his jacket as I jump down the stairs and throw the door open and hail a cab.

We all get in, John took the middle while Lennox and Sherlock got the sides and I took Sherlock's lap.

I stare out the window as we pull up and frown in distaste, "Anderson and Donovan are here."

"Lovely." Sherlock sneers sarcastically.

"No use complaining." John chides.

I get out, "Why? They're stupid and annoying!"

The others get out and John pays the driver when Lennox speaks up, "I agree, and not to mention jerks."

I snort and walk over to them, "'Ello Donovan, Anderson. I see ya two are still having that affair."

Lennox just ducks under the tape and walks off while Donovan and Anderson glare at me.

I smile sweetly as I continue, "So not lovely to see ya again."

Then I duck under the tape and head over to the body. I glance over my shoulder to see Sherlock smirking and John hiding a smile.

'I still got it.' I can't help but think.

I start deducing the body quietly while Lennox observes our surroundings.

John crouches down next to the body and informs us, "He has defensive wounds from fighting back, and I believe he died from drowning but I won't know until we get him back to St. Bart's."

Lennox seems to notice something on a tree I'm close to and calls for Sherlock, "Sherlock."

"Hm?" Sherlock looks over at her and stops telling us the man's life story.

Lennox has walked over to the tree and is studying it, "Found something."

Sherlock goes over to inspect it while I pout some as she steals my Sherlock away.

She looks at him, "Does this seem familiar to you?"

"Hmm, I don't believe so." Sherlock says.

"Okay." Lennox straightens up.

I come over and notice that it's some sort of code, "Computer code. I can check it out when we get back to the flat."

Lennox nods and goes over to John while I go to the water.

I turn around and yell, "Hey, Lestrade!"

"Hm?" The Detective Inspector looks my way.

"Have someone drag the lake." I order him.

Lestrade raises his eyebrow but turns to his men, "Someone drag the lake!"

Some men do as told and find a briefcase belonging to the man.

"Thought so, he's a business man and they go nowhere without their briefcase. That, and he was last seen at work." I tell Lestrade who had stepped up next to me.

I turn around and notice Lennox hand Sherlock some papers she found. Sherlock skims over the papers before tucking them in his coat pocket. Lennox walks away a bit pulling her phone out. I study her in distrust and as she narrows her eyes at something, I tilt my head slightly. She mumbles something and puts her phone back in her pocket. I narrow my eyes as she goes back to my boys. Yes, my boys. I cross my arms and turn back to the water after John glances at me.


~A Little Earlier~

*Third person POV*


Lennox feels her phone vibrate and walks away some before checking it. She narrows her eyes lightly at the message from Mycroft.

"Typical." She mumbles and puts her phone back in her pocket, not even bothering to text the elder Holmes back and heads back over to John and Sherlock.

She stops next to John after seeing Sherlock is busy and whispers, "Mycroft texted me."

"About?" John asks in concern.

"Who else? Some sort of warning about Moriarty." Lennox crosses her arms.

"You should tell Sherlock or Kenni. They'll know what to do about it." John advises her.

"I'll show Sherlock later at the flat." Lennox promises him.

John looks over at Kenni, "You could show Kenni now, he's just pouting."

Lennox sighs, "He has to earn my trust first, same way you and Sherlock did."

"And you have to earn his trust and this might help." John tells her.

He just doesn't tell her that not even one person has truly earned it.

Lennox rolls her eyes in frustration, "Fine."

John pats her shoulder with a smile, "He doesn't bite, much."

Lennox smiles a little, "Gee, you really know how to cheer a girl up, huh?"

John shrugs, "We were on a case and the two of us had been kidnapped. He bit the guy that was guarding us."

Lennox thinks of something, "Ah, check the guys phone for any clues John."

Lennox then heads over to Kenni as John grabs the guy's phone and slides it in his pocket for Kenni to go through later.


*My POV*


I glance at Lennox as she comes up to me.

"Yes?" I ask once she's beside me.

She hands me her phone, "Text from Mycroft."

"Oh." I look at the message, "I normally ignore him since I can't block him."

Lennox snorts, "Yea same here, but this time he's warning us not just asking 'bout Sherlock."

"What?" I glance at her and cock my eyebrow, "He only asks you 'bout Sherlock?"

Lennox shrugs, "Yea."

"Wow, one time I don't want to feel special." I pull my phone out and scroll through my contacts before finding Mycroft and selecting message.

|Crofty, sod off –P.K.|

"If you told him to shove off he likely won't listen. I've tried." Lennox tells me.

'How cute, she thinks she knows him better than me.' I think sarcastically.

I take a breath to stay calm and respond, "He'll either listen or we'll argue then he'll ignore all of us. That's how it usually goes with us."

"As long as he leaves me alone." Lennox takes her phone back.

"He will." I promise.

"Thanks." Lennox nods as she shoves her phone back in her pocket, "While on the topic of phones, the victim has a phone. I'm sure you'll find something on there."

"John grabbed it for me." I tell her.

"I know, well it was nice chatting with you. Uhmm, not sure I can call you Kenni just yet." Lennox says.

"What do you mean?" I ask her curiously.

"Well, it's pretty obvious you don't trust me and vice versa." Lennox points out the obvious.

"So why can't you call me Kenni?" I ask her for clarification on where this conversation is attempting to go.

"Because it's just a nickname, isn't it? And from what I've learned, only trusted friends can call each other by nicknames." Lennox explains.

"It's the only name I have." I explain to her.

Lennox shrugs, "Alright then."

"Kenni, Len, we're leaving!" John calls to us.

"Coming!" I call back then turn back to Lennox, "Oh, and you're not the only one I don't trust. I only trust Mycroft and Sherlock, but only barely."

I then race off to Sherlock while Lennox follows at a slower pace.

I grab Sherlock's hand with a grin, "Bye bye Anderson and Donovan!"

It makes me happy when they glare at me and Donovan shoots at us, "It'd be too soon if we see you freaks again."

"And yet they're better company than you asshats." I hear Lennox mutter.

"Oh, I'm a freak. In bed." I smile innocently at her and see Sherlock smirk and John smile at me for that.

I pull on Sherlock's hand to get his attention to get a cab, "C'mon, I wanna get away from all their stupidity before I catch it."

Sherlock hails a cab and opens the door for us; Lennox slides in to the other door, John takes the middle, and Sherlock sits down and I sit on his lap again, which Sherlock is used to.

"Johnny, the phone." I request as I hold my hand out.

John hands me the phone and I turn it on.

I manage to hack the lock and start scrolling through emails when a few catch my attention, "Well, our vic ain't all that innocent."

"This has gotten rather interesting." Sherlock says and I can hear the glee in his voice.

"Money laundering and a few lovers, all guys but he has a wife." I giggle and can't help but to say childishly, "The wife did it."

I notice Lennox smile at my comment when John says, "Interesting, but why would Moriarty have him killed?"

I sigh and shake my head at John's question, "Money laundering or for fun. It's Moriarty."

"The real question, what have the victims got in common?" Lennox butts in with a question.

"They looked at Moriarty wrong?" I'm honestly just playing around and just acting like a child.

"That's actually possible." John says like it's probable.

I roll my eyes at him. "I'm just playing around." I get out and head to the front door of St. Bart's.

"I know." John says as he follows suit after Lennox gets out.

I run in and go straight for Molly's lab.

"Molly!" I yell as I get to her door but stop dead after I push the door open, "Oh, fuckery fuckerton."

"What is it?" Sherlock asks as he catches up to me and stops behind me.

I point at Mycroft, "Crofty is here!"

I notice Lennox try to leave but John grabs her arm.

'Good, if we have to deal with him, so does she!' I think.

I decide to have fun with Mycroft, he is part of the reason I'm here in London after all, and run up to him, jumping in his arms, "Daddy!"

Mycroft sighs as he catches me, "Hello Kenni."

"Stay out of this case or else Mycroft." I threaten him.

"I am simply a bystander, a friend in the shadows if you will." Mycroft says.

"More like a nuisance." I hear Sherlock mutter in annoyance.

"Now Sherlock, we've been over this. I even went so far as asking Lennox." Mycroft says like that'll make everything better.

"Don't involve me in this." Lennox tells him.

I wrap my arms around Mycroft's neck and tell him sweetly, "Sherlock's right and you know there's only one reason why I even talk to you."

I snicker as Mycroft sighs and get out of his hold to hug Molly, "Hey Molls, been awhile."

"Hey Kenni, how's it going?" Molly smiles and asks as she hugs me back.

I let go and smile some, "Alright. Though, Sherlock decided to have Lestrade arrest me to bring me in on the case then Mycroft decides to show his face."

"Ah." Molly nods as if this is normal, then again, it kinda is.

"Yep." I nod, "You?"

"I'm fine." Molly smiles kindly.

"Cool." I go wander for a moment to look at some new equipment when I notice Molly's computer, "Molly? Can I borrow a laptop or computer?"

"Sure." Molly answers.

I sit at her computer, turn it on, and get to work on the code, which I'm sure I've seen before.

I finally figure out what the code is and yell over my shoulder, "Yo, Crofty!"

"Hm?" Mycroft looks up from his phone to look at me.

"Unfinished code found at the crime scene to hack the British Government." I grin happily at my discovery.

"Interesting." Mycroft muses.

"I can finish it and give it to Sherlock if ya want." I suggest.

"Thank you." Mycroft answers absent mindly.

I turn around fully and raise an eyebrow, "Yer not at all worried 'bout what might 'appen?"

"Oh, I am, however I have my own ways of getting to the bottom of this." Mycroft informs, as if I don't already know.

"Ya know, I wonder if I can hack yer work computer with this code..." I muse softly with a grin.

"I suggest you not try, it would not bode well for you." Mycroft advises me.

I just shrug with a grin in response which causes Mycroft to shake his head, most likely in exhaustion for having to deal with me.

"Who says I ain't tried it and may or may not 'ave succeeded?" I ask.

Mycroft smirks, "And who says I wouldn't know about it?"

"So, will ya tell me 'bout that one mission thing?" I ask knowing he will understand which one I'm asking about.

"Why would I do that?" Mycroft asks seriously but with an undertone of curiousness on what I can come up with as an answer.

"'Cause it's me?" I respond with a shrug.

"I'll tell you later." Mycroft confirms.

Proving my suspicion that he was about to at some point, soon.

"Sweet!" I say happily and push away from the desk and start spinning in the wheelie desk chair.

I catch sight of Mycroft shaking his head.

I hear Molly sigh and say, "He's going to fall again."

"He'll be fine." Sherlock dismisses Molly's concern.

"He's done worse to himself." Mycroft informs her.

"Uhmm, ok." Molly doesn't seem all that reassured.

"Hey!" I yell, partly because of what Crofty said but also because the chair and I both fell, "That is not to ever see the light of day Mycroft Holmes! Only you and Sherlock are to know about it!"

"I was not planning on going into detail." Mycroft tries to explain himself.

"No mentioning it either!" I order him as I sit up.

"Very well." Mycroft relents.

I grumble, "Now my hip hurts."

I get up and put the chair right.

After awhile I get bored and want to leave but not till Watson is done, "Well Johnny?"

"He did indeed die from drowning and his knuckles are bruised and dried blood underneath the nails indicate he managed to scratch the person attacking him." John tells us.

"He probably could have the attacker's DNA under his nails then." Sherlock gets that look on his face like a light bulb went off in his head.

'The light bulb look.' I muse to myself absently.

John nods, but clearly isn't following if his question isn't indication enough, "But we don't know who the attacker is."

Sherlock rolls his eyes at John's stupidity and takes a sample of the skin caught under the victim's nails to run a test to find the attacker, "If they're in the system we will."

I watch Lennox move to the window and look outside. Her movement caught my attention and honestly, I forgot she was in the room.

I jump a bit at Sherlock's shout of, "No matches?!"

"This is getting more interesting." Mycroft says amused.

"Jack the Ripper!" I yell happily.

"Was that necessary?" Mycroft asks annoyed.

"Which part?" I ask back cheekily.

"Which do you think?" Mycroft asks me sarcastically.

"AD/HD, not my fault the meds don't work." Well, it kinda is, "But gives a great high." I whisper to myself so no one can hear me, but Mycroft and Sherlock know full well that I use my medication to get high.

"True." Mycroft sighs in exhaustion.

I smile brightly, "Exactly!"

"Anybody want something to drink?" Lennox asks suddenly and that's when I realize that I am, indeed, thirsty.

"Coke." I raise my hand as I say this.

"No soda for him," Mycroft interjects, "get him a diet Strawberry Kiwi Snapple instead and a water for me."

"Sherlock, John, Molly, you guys want anything?" Lennox asks.

Molly smiles at her, "Tea would be nice."

"Coffee." Sherlock tells her absently while working on trying to find the attacker.

"Water, thank you." John thanks her.

Lennox leaves after telling John that he was welcome.

"Why can't I have soda? Ain't like yer my parent or somethin'." I complain.

"I doubt Sherlock would appreciate a hyper Kenni." Mycroft tells me.

I scoff, "Like you care."

Mycroft just sighs and I grin, pleased with myself, "You hate me right now, huh?"

"I wouldn't say that." Mycroft answers honestly.

I pout at first then frown as I consider something, "That's probably, actually, a good thing now that I think about it."

I think about how he could easily have me in jail for a number of things.

"Probably is." Mycroft agrees with me.

I nod quickly before getting a fun idea and push off the wall and manage to roll the chair over to the other side of the room where Sherlock, John, and Molly are.

"Wee!" I yell while Molly shakes her head at me and I grin at her, "That was fun!"

Molly smiles back, "I bet it was."

I notice Crofty shake his head from where he is, "For a child."

At that moment Lennox comes back with the drinks and I roll over taking mine and Crofty's drinks before rolling away. Lennox doesn't react, she just gives Sherlock his coffee and Molly her tea.

I whine to Sherlock, "Sherlock, Crofty's being an ass!"

"Isn't he always?" Sherlock points out as Lennox hands John his water.

"Good point. Crofty, a trade. Yer umbrella for the water." I hold up said bottle of water and point at his umbrella.

"Will you give it back?" Mycroft asks suspiciously.

"At some point." I can understand why he's suspicious, since last time I got hold of his umbrella, I had it for three weeks.

I can tell Mycroft is weighing his options until he comes to a decision, "Fine."

I snatch the umbrella from him and hand him his water which he takes. I grin and push away from him and notice Lennox watching the people outside. I decide to sit on the floor and lean back against the wall with the umbrella leaned against my side and break the silence that fell over the room by tapping the metal tip of the umbrella on the floor.

"That's annoying." Sherlock states after a minute of the tapping.

"Well, I'm bored Sherlock. What do you expect?" I ask him in annoyance.

"If you're bored then go do something." Sherlock says.

"You think that's smart?" I ask and Sherlock just shrugs in response.

"Ok, but no sending cops after me this time." I get up and leave to my favorite club.

Well, by nighttime, I'm high and fairly tipsy, as well as on the other side of London.


*Third Person POV*


John had gone to bed, Lennox is curled up with a book on one side of the couch while Sherlock is pacing.

He glances at the clock and mutters, "He should be back by now."

Lennox looks up, "I'm sure he'll turn up Sherlock."

Sherlock barely spares her a glance, "But in what condition."

"I don't know him well enough to answer that at all, I'm sorry." Lennox tells him.

"I know you can't. How could you possibly know?" Sherlock says to her like she's a child.

Lennox sighs as she puts her book down, "I'm going out."

"Hm? Fine." Sherlock replies distractedly.

Lennox grabs her phone and pulls her jacket on.

"Text me if you need anything." She says before leaving after a moment of watching Sherlock pace.

After a half hour, Sherlock goes to bed while Lennox aimlessly wanders around before going to her flat to sleep, and Kenni stays out clubbing with some people he knows until going back to 221B Baker St. at four in the morning.


I know, it's not a new chapter but I am trying to get with my co-writer/gf on updating but she's had some stuff going on as well as me. But I have decided to reread all my stories and edit them.