Sherlock One shots

Y/n Johnson, an young american FBI agent, was on her way to Scotland Yard. She had been transferred to London and because she was young, she could get used to a fresh new start. Last year, she lost her partner on the job and it had been hard for her ever since that day. A taxi had just dropped her off in front of Scotland Yard, she looked up at the building and smoothed out her plaid skirt and brushed her hair out of her face. Y/n took a deep breath before she walked into the building. “Hello, miss. How can I help you?” The man at the front desk asked and Y/n smiled at him. “I have an appointment with DI Lestrade. I am the new transfer from New York.” Y/n explained. “Just give me a moment.” The man smiled as he made a phone call. After a moment of waiting, the man looked back up at Y/n. “You can go to the fifth floor. There will be someone to help you out.” He smiled as Y/n walked to the elevator and waited.

Y/n stepped into the elevator and pushed the button to the fifth floor. When the elevator came to a stop, Y/n walked out and looked at all the people that were walking and working around the office. “Hello. Can I help you?” A young woman asked. “Yes, I am looking for Lestrade.” Y/n smiled. “Oh, so you are the american that has been transferred here. Philip Anderson. It is my pleasure to meet you.” A man chimed in. “Don’t mind him. He just likes women. Sally Donovan. Lestrade is in the last office down the hall.” Sally smiled as Y/n walked away. When she arrived at the office, Y/n knocked on the door and waited to go in until she heard a reply. “Come in.” The voice on the other side of the door answered and Y/n walked in. “Hello, you must be Y/n Johnson?” The man asked as he stood up to shake Y/n’s hand. “Yes, that’s me. And you must be Lestrade?” Y/n smiled as she shook his hand.

“Call me Greg. I got informed that you were transferred here from New York. Why?” Greg asked as he motioned Y/n to sit down. “Uh, well. I lost my colleague and best friend during a gunfight.” Y/n replied as she swallowed away the urge to cry. “I am so sorry to hear that. I am very delighted that you will work with us.” Greg explained. “I will show you your desk.” He added as he stood up and walked out the door. “What was your job exactly?” Greg wondered. “I was a victim specialist. I basically talk to the people that find the bodies or the families of the victims or the victims themselves.” Y/n replied. “So you have seen a lot then?” “Oh yes.” Y/n smiled. “Well, this is your desk. I am sure that you already have met your colleagues, Anderson and Donovan.” Greg informed as he stopped by an empty desk. “Yes, we have met.” “Sir, There has been a murder. Some young girls found a body near their home.”

A woman informed him as she gave him the address. “Are you ready to come along?” Greg smiled as they walked out the building. “I was born ready.” Y/n smiled as they got into the car. “Do you mind calling Sherlock?” “Sherlock?” Y/n questioned as Greg gave her his phone. “Yes, I often call him when there has been a murder.” Greg admitted. “Oh, sure. I will call him for you.” Y/n scrolled through the contacts and landed on Sherlock. She placed the phone to her ear and waited for Sherlock to answer. “Yes, Geoff?” The male voice answered. “Hello, this is Y/n, i am call you to tell you that there has been a murder on Old Queen Street.” Y/n informed. “Tell Geoff that we will be there asap.” Sherlock replied and hung up. “He will be there asap. Geoff?” Y/n wondered as she looked at Lestrade. “Sherlock doesn’t know how to say my name. Even though it is really simple.”

Greg explained when he parked the car. They exit the car and walk to the crime scene. "Y/n, can you go and talk to the girls that found the bodies?" Greg asked as Y/n walked over to where the girls were standing. "Hello, girls. I am Y/n. What are your names?" Y/n asked as she smiled at the little girls. "My name is Abby. This is Claudia." One of the girls replied through her tears. "And are you best friends? Or are you two related?" "We are sisters." The other replied. "Can you tell me what you were doing when you found the body?" Y/n asked as she looked at the girls. "We were playing here." "Where is your mommy?" Y/n asked. "She is at work." "And where is your daddy?" Y/n asked again. One of the girls looked at Y/n and pointed at the body. "Do you have your mommy's number so i can call her?" "It is inside, on the fridge." Y/n looked up and smiled. "Can you show me?" Y/n asked one of the girls and Abby grabbed her hand and walked to the fridge. Y/n pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed the number. She walked back outside and waited for the mom to answer. "Hello?" "Hello ma'am. This is Officer Johnson from Scotland Yard. I am standing here with your girls. They just found the body of their father." Y/n informed. "Oh no. I will come straight away. I work down the street." The mother cried. Y/n hung up the phone and felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and looked at Greg. "Apparently the body is their father. The mother is on her way." Y/n informed Greg. Y/n turned her attention back to the girls and smiled at them. "Mommy is on her way."

"Abby, Claudia. Oh my babies. I am so happy that you are okay." The mother cried as she wrapped her arms around the girls. "Hello mrs. Thanks that you could come so fast. I am Officer Johnson." Y/n smiled at the woman. "Can you tell me what happened?" The woman asked. "Your husband was inside watching the kids play. He must have not noticed that someone was behind him as he walked outside. He got shot in the back of his head that instantly killed him. And the suspect left the gun on the crime scene when he fled." A male voice deducted. Y/n turned to look at the male and looked very confused. "Yo, You shouldn't do that. That is just plain freaky man." Y/n said. "You must be new. I deduct things. That is why Lestrade had you call me. You have to learn a lot. I am Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock explained. "Y/n Johnson." "Tell me was it your lover or colleague you lost?" Sherlock asked and Y/n looked confused again.

"How the hell do you know that?" "Like I said. I deduct things and seeing your PTSD, the question is simple." Sherlock replied. "I, uhm, lost my colleague on the job. That is why I transferred." “I see. Well good luck.” Sherlock said as he walked away. After hours of work, Y/n was sitting in Lestrade’s car again and they were driving back. “Do you want me to drop you off somewhere?” Greg asked as he saw the tired look in Y/n eyes. “Yeah, my hotel. It is just down the road.” Y/n smiled. When Greg pulled up to the hotel, he smiled at Y/n. “I will see you tomorrow.” He smiled as he drove off. Y/n walked into the lobby and checked into her room. She walked towards her room and walked inside. Y/n opened her suitcase and pulled out her pajamas and walked to the bathroom. Y/n started the shower and got undressed, when she was interrupted by a knock on her hotel door. Since she was only in her underwear, she grabbed her robe for her suitcase, tied a knot and walked towards the door and opened it.

“Philip, what are you doing here? How did you find where I was staying?” Y/n looked confused as he stepped into the room and sat down on her bed. “Oh, I sort of followed you.” “What The fuck. You are a creep. Get out before I call the security.” Y/n barked. “I just wanted to get to know you better.” “That doesn’t mean that you have to fucking follow me. Get out!” Y/n yelled as she started to push Anderson out of her hotel room. He was about to say something and Y/n threw the door shut. Y/n grabbed her phone and decided to call Greg. “Hey, Greg? It’s me. Uh, can you come to my hotel? I need to tell you something.” Y/n said as Greg answered. “Uh, yeah, of course. What room are you in?” “Room 234.” “On my way, see you soon.” Greg replied as he hung up. Y/n quickly showered and got dressed in her leggings and oversized hoodie, when there was another knock on the door. She walked over and opened.

Greg walked inside and smiled at Y/n. “Hi, sorry that i asked you to come so late. But Anderson was here. He followed me to my hotel room.” Y/n explained. “What? I will talk to him about it tomorrow. Did he try something?” Greg asked with a concerned look. “No. Even if he did, I know how to defend myself.” Y/n smiled.
“Good. You never know with Anderson. I will leave now. See you tomorrow.” Greg said as he reached for the door. Once Greg left, Y/n laid down on her bed and quickly fell asleep.

~Time Skip~

It was now a year later and Y/n found herself an apartment, not far from her work. Y/n got used to working with the Yard and she even found it more fun working there than in New York. Today, she woke up to the sound of rain and decided to get ready for the day. Y/n walked to her closet and pulled out some black pants and a red top. She walked into the bathroom, got dressed and did her hair and makeup. When Y/n was ready, she pulled on her shoes, grabbed her stuff and walked out the door. Sh!t, Forgot my umbrella. Y/n cursed to herself as she started walking to her work. When she arrived at her desk, she took off her coat and sat down in her chair. “Y/n, can you come into my office for a moment?” Greg asked and Y/n nodded as she got up and walked to his office. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, nothing to be concerned about. I was just wondering how you were doing? Since it has been a year.” “Oh, well I got used to it now. At first i was a little nervous, because I don’t like lots of changes.” Y/n explained and Greg smiled at her. “That is good to hear. I hope that Anderson doesn’t bother you anymore, like he did on your first day.” Greg said. Y/n smiled at Greg and shook her head. “He hasn’t shown up at my apartment yet, so that is great.” Y/n said. “Is that all, sir?” Y/n asked after a comfortable silence. “No, not really. I want to tell you something else.” Greg said as he stood up. “What is it, sir?” “From the moment, I saw you walking into the office, every thought I had was about you. I can’t seem to get you out of my mind.” Greg confessed as he stood in front of Y/n. “I love you.” He added. Y/n looked at Greg and smiled. “I know.” She smiled. “You aren’t that well in hiding the way you look at me.” Y/n explained.

“But I love you too. You are all I think about as well. Ever since I called you about Anderson.” Y/n said as she closed the gap between them and laid her arms around his neck. “This is unprofessional.” Greg teased. “What are you going to do about it, sir? Arrest me?” Y/n teased back. “Maybe later.” He winked as he placed his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to his body and leaned down to place a soft, but passionate kiss on her lips. “Jesus! Get a room!” Sherlock yelled as he walked into the office, his face slightly red.