Sherlock Holmes was a rash man. The kind of man that would punch someone in the face if ticked of the wrong way but none the less he was a sympathetic man. A fuffly one shot, character study I do not own any of the charaters

Joan has been receiving strange gifts for a few weeks. The sender just may be the answer to their most complicated case yet.

Des Chiens. Immenses. Noirs. Aux regards verts de mort et luisant de malice. Il pensait voir les métaphores de son ennemi rodées autour de son crâne, insatiables, insomniaques, invincibles. La boucle infinie de ses peurs ne cessent, et celle des reproches se lancent comme alliée pour le détruire. Un shoot d'héroïne, lui ? Sûrement pas. Il était pourtant sûr de n'avoir rien pris...

Moriarty writes to Joan. She responds. Sherlock stares.

Jamie Moriarty is cunning and calculated, knowing exactly how to get what she wants. Now she's out of prison and after Dr Joan Watson's heart. Will she be able to convince the good doctor and the rest of the gang of her genuine interest and claim the girl or will this be a means to an end; the one way to truly figure out the woman in her painting before she looses interest?

Summary: When Joan learns that Sherlock is in the hospital, she goes to him and begs him not to leave her alone.

Sherlock investigates everything; Joan has given up getting annoyed by it. Snippet written for a three-sentence prompt at fic promptly, which is why it's so short, but I've since altered the punctuation so now it's five sentences instead.

Taking place after episode 05x16 Fidelity, Sherlock and Joan babysit Kitty's son, Archie.

Not two steps off the curb, Sherlock froze as he found himself curiously anchored in a way he certainly hadn't been a second ago. He sent a glance down to his right hand, to find another hand clutching it. He raised his eyes to his partner's face. "What?" Joan asked... [Three touches they've shared before, and the one that started it all. Oneshot. Platonic, or pre-ship if you like]

A drabble/small one-shot regarding Halcón Zelaya's thoughts when Tyus was arrested. WARNING: Some swearing in Spanish

This is a story about friendship and radio silence, panic and loss and finding something that was really always there. About how drastically lives were altered even before anyone knew it. But, perhaps, this is really a story about lakes, rocks and ripples. Because, at the heart, that's really what 9/11 is.

Joan makes one little girl's Christmas.

Joan Watson and Sherlock Holmes would be the first to tell you that they were not cops. Thomas Gregson and Marcus Bell - along with the rest of the 11th - would be among the first to tell you that they didn't care.

Drabble series. Essentially a collection of responses to one-word prompts focusing on interactions between Sherlock, Watson, and Jamie, with guest appearances from Kitty, Marcus, and Gregson and a few tiny crossovers. Spoilers through season 4 depending on the drabble, fair warning.

After Moriarty escapes from prison, Sherlock and Joan are put on a plane to go find her and bring her back. Note: this is just a little thought I had and it's not specifically based anywhere in the story line. BEING REWRITTEN

"You're okay," she tells him, her voice a soothing balm. "You're not alone. You're home. You're safe. I've got you." The words are for her as much as him, but she thinks that's okay. Joanlock-ish. Immediately post 3.24. In which sleeping habits are reversed, boundaries are negotiable, and everybody has all the feels.

My first Elementary fic. Just a little one-shot fantasy of Joan and Sherlock finally getting together.

Now complete-Tragedy strikes and Holmes' soul is laid bare. "It was worth a wound—it was worth many wounds—to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay beyond that cold mask." ― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Three Garridebs

An alternate ending to 5x13 where Joan gets shot by Jack Brunelle. First Ever Fic so please be kind!

Sherlock and Joan try to meet the challenge of their deepening personal relationship and keep up with demands of their detective work. Now the issue of Sherlock's health looms before them. How will they meet this challenge?

and you wonder how you got here. you were supposed to be above. such fickle matters as love and yet here you are in the burning rain waiting for a lover.

Joan's been hiding a rather large secret from Sherlock. When someone arrives at her doorstep calling her an entirely different name, she realizes she can't hide from him any longer.

A night out

"Love, for lack of a better word, is a game I fail to understand, and so I opt not to play." - Sherlock Holmes A woman Sherlock believed dead is brought to New York by Mycroft. How does Sherlock know her, what has happened to her, how does Watson feel about it, and will this woman and Sherlock ever be able to be what they once were before the drugs and Moriarty drove them apart?

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing. So is a lot. Joan has left her mark on Sherlock, and things will never be the same between them.