Requested By: _-JensenAndJesus-_

You smirked to yourself as you began walking away from the crime scene. Another job well done. Another case solved. You hadn't been doing this job for long, but you really enjoyed it. Thank God for Mycroft.

Mycroft Holmes was a mysterious and powerful man, there was no doubt about it. But, you did not find him intimidating. You were probably the only one who didn't find him intimidating. But, you had known him for too long. You have been Mycroft's right hand man for many years now. Whenever he needed something done, he asked and you delivered.

In return, he gave you anything you needed. You and Mycroft started out as being strictly professional. You would only say a word to each other when something needed to be done. But, the longer you worked with Mycroft, the more he opened up.

Soon, you began learning about his personality and even about his family. Well, not really his family in general, just one particular family member -- his brother, Sherlock Holmes. You had seen Sherlock a few times when he came to visit his brother, but those encounters never went well. It would appear that they absolutely hated each other. But, when Sherlock wasn't there and his name came up, you could tell that Mycroft was proud of his brother by the way he spoke about him. In fact, if you hadn't seen how they behaved around each other in person, you would have never guessed that they didn't have a good relationship.

Once Mycroft began opening up, you did as well. You started telling him things and the work relationship grew into a friendship. You and Mycroft were able to depend on each other more for things, and it worked really well. You liked your job for Mycroft.

But, now, you hadn't seen him for months. He had sent you on a mission to take over his brother's job. Apparently, Sherlock had committed suicide and someone needed to help Scotland Yard in his place. You disagreed at first, not wanting to leave your current job; but, as previously stated, when Mycroft asked, you delivered.

So, you gave him a heartfelt farewell and began your new job at Scotland Yard. You didn't think you would like it there. After all, you were coming from a government position, working for a friend of yours, to being a consulting detective.

Not to mention you were tasked with the job of filling Sherlock's shoes. You had never met the man in person, Mycroft never allowed it, but from the rumours you heard, you knew they were big shoes to fill. You were good at deducing things just like the great detective, but the way people talked about him made him seem like a crime investigation God.

Regardless, you didn't let it shake your confidence as you began working on your new case. Your partner was Greg Lestrade, and you were thankful for that. Mycroft had briefed you on all of the people you would be working with at Scotland Yard and none of them sounded like people you would like except for Lestrade. Supposedly, he had been close with Sherlock, and you could see the toll that his death took on the older detective. He hid it well though.

The first few cases that you cracked blew the other detectives minds. They were fairly simple in your mind, but the other detectives seemed truly perplexed on how you solved them so quickly and with such ease.

When you began explaining to them how you solved the cases, most of them looked shocked while Lestrade was smiling. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, asking them why they were looking at you that way; and, Greg just looked at his team before stating, "She's like a female Sherlock Holmes."

That was how you got your nickname. Apparently you were doing a good job at filling his shoes. You quickly got comfortable in the job. You loved the field action you got and loved how you were able to help Scotland Yard solve crimes so easily.

You loved the job so much that you were there for two years and solved every case that was given to you. You had no intentions of leaving and no one at Scotland Yard wanted you to. Even a detective named Anderson, who "hated" Sherlock Holmes, loved you.

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"Isn't it clear what happened, Lestrade?" you asked, looking puzzled at your partner as the two of you stood over the corpse of a young woman who had just been murdered. "Should it be?" he questioned.

You took in a breath as you returned your attention to the body. "If you take everything into account, then yes it should be. If you check her bank account, you'll notice that she has been funneling money into her sister's account for the past year now. If you do research on her sister, you'll realize that her sister has quite the gambling problem. Not to mention, witness reports claim that her and her sister were fighting in the flat about a wedding ring. Her sister stated she needed the wedding ring for money and our dear corpse refused to give it to her and cut her off. Then, if you look at the body you'll see that her hair isn't done and neither is her make-up because she knew she was seeing somebody that she was very familiar with, and if you look at past photos of her, she is wearing the same bracelet in every photo, one that says "sisters" on it. It has another half to it that most likely says "forever". But, if you look at her dead body, you'll see that...," you began going into your long speech of an explanation when another voice suddenly joined in, finishing your train of thought with you as you stated, "The bracelet is gone which means the sister killed her."

"Obviously," the voice added. You turned around in confusion to see a tall man with black curly hair and sharp blue eyes staring at you with interest. You knew him. "Sh-Sherlock?" Lestrade asked, completely shocked. 'Wasn't he dead?' you asked yourself.

"I thought you were dead!" Lestrade exclaimed. "We'll talk about it later," Sherlock replied, motioning with his head for Lestrade to leave. Lestrade began to protest but Sherlock gave him a glare that ended his argument before he even started it as Lestrade sulked away. "Nice detective work for a dead guy," you told him with a small smirk.

"Thank you. As you can see I have everything under control here, so you can just be on your merry way then," Sherlock replied, side-stepping you and starting to examine the body himself. "Nice try, but this is my case, not yours," you responded, making him stop what he was doing as he looked at you, a playful gleam in his eyes.

"Is that so? Well this was my job first and I'm sure Lestrade would be happy to give it back to me," Sherlock replied. "He couldn't even if he tried. Mycroft landed me this position, and he goes way above Lestrade. I'm sure even you could deduce that that means I'm not going anywhere," you told him with a smirk.

Sherlock's eyes lit up with realization as he said, "That's right! You're my dear brother's pet. How is he? Fat?" You rolled your eyes and you told him, "I'm not his pet, I'm his friend. Though, I'm sure you don't know the meaning of the word since you don't have any."

Sherlock smiled slightly at your insult before telling you, "Your deducing skills need some work. You could learn a few things from me. I'm not sure if you've heard, but apparently I'm the best." "Really? I would say we're equal in our skill. Why else would they call me the female Sherlock Holmes?" you asked. "Notice how my name is in there? It wouldn't be there if I wasn't the best," he retaliated.

"Alright, I've heard enough," Lestrade stated, walking closer to the two of you. He could hear you arguing all the way from where he was standing. "Look, you're both better detectives than anyone at Scotland Yard has ever seen," Lestrade said.

"Yes, as I was saying, the best. Now will you please remove, what was your name again?" Sherlock asked, looking disinterested in even asking you the question. "Ellie," you replied, looking back at him with just as much disinterest.

"Right," he replied before turning his attention back to Lestrade, "If you could remove her from my position...,"Sherlock began but Lestrade cut him off. "No," Lestrade replied simply, making you laugh. "Well, looks like I win, Sherlock. Now if you'll leave my crime scene," you told him but Lestrade cut you off as well telling you, "He's not going anywhere either."

"What?" you and Sherlock both asked at the same time. "You are both great detectives which makes you perfect partners, don't you think?" Lestrade said, a playful glint in his eyes. "No, I don't," Sherlock replied without a second thought.

"You both want to work as detectives, right? Then work as detectives. From now on you two are partners. Act like it. Now, Sherlock, a word please?" Lestrade stated, pulling Sherlock away. Neither of you liked the idea. Sherlock only liked to work alone, unless you counted John Watson. You didn't have a problem with the idea of a partner. But, you did have a problem with the idea of Sherlock as your partner when he was so very clearly rude to you.

But, regardless of what you and Sherlock wanted, you began working on cases together. Both of you were too stubborn to actually help each other at first, but eventually you got to a point where you could tolerate each other. It helped a lot when John joined in as well.

It was always a competition between you and Sherlock to see who could solve the case first. Sherlock always thought of murder as a game, but this was double the fun to him. To compete against someone equally talented in deduction and who gave him a run for his money excited him. Likewise, you enjoyed beating him on some cases and showcasing your knowledge.

John thought it was cute, the way you and Sherlock had a playful competition, but you did not think it was cute. You knew that if you let your guard down for a second then Sherlock would eat you alive.

But, both of you being good detectives had its perks. After working with Sherlock for a while, you started staying at 221B Baker with him, because as he put it, "It was too much work to try and get a hold of you when you were living in a different place." Living with Sherlock meant you were around him a lot more. The two of you got to know each better and you began to deduce that Sherlock had feelings for you, which meant that he must have deduced that you had feelings for him as well. But, neither of you dared to act on it.

So, you pretended like those feelings weren't there as the two of you solved more cases. Until one particular night changed everything between you and Sherlock.

It was just you and him in the flat, looking at photos from a particularly difficult crime scene. You and Sherlock had been on this case for a week, one of the longest times it had ever taken either of you to solve a case.

You were sitting at the dining room table, looking at a photo of the dead man who was found. You were trying to get any detail or clue from the photo. Suddenly, Sherlock came up behind you and placed his hands on the table, one of each side of you, trapping you in between his arms. He leaned down, bring his head right next to yours as the two of you looked at the photo together.

Your heart started beating hard as you became more nervous at his actions, which you know he noticed but didn't bring up. "Find anything in the photo?" he asked, focusing his attention on it. "No," you replied, trailing off in thought as you looked at the photo. There was a footprint next to the dead body which you and Sherlock were able to deduce that the murderer was a man who was six feet tall. Nothing else was in the photo except for the body.

"What are you thinking?" Sherlock asked you, his eyebrow twitching in curiosity. "Why is there only one footprint?" you asked him, and he furrowed his eyebrows in response, telling you to go on. "When a murder flees a scene there is always either a trail or no footprints at all. Why was only one footprint found?" you asked.

Sherlock's brain began working as you replayed the scan of the scene over in your mind. That's when you noticed it. "Sherlock, next to the body, do you remember?" you asked him, and his eyes lit up as he stood fully, pulling you to your feet.

"There was a pothole next to the body! The murderer went down!" Sherlock stated, crashing his lips to your in excitement. You gasped into the kiss, but quickly returned it. Sherlock tangled his fingers in your hair as he deepened the kiss, finally releasing all the tension that had been between the two of you.

When he pulled away you were both breathless, but before you could ask Sherlock for an explanation he grabbed your hand in his and pulled you along. He started running until he reached the sewers and then started going down.

"Sherlock, this isn't exactly sanitary," you told him. Sherlock shrugged his shoulders before saying, "Do you want to find the murderer or not?" You let out a small sigh before following him down. The two of you searched the sewers high and low and finally found the murder weapon with the last name of the corpse engraved on it.

"Sherlock wasn't the man's brother a sewer worker?" you asked. Sherlock smiled as you both realized the case had just been solved. You went to Lestrade immediately, who was less than enthused by the smell that was coming from the both of you.

You gave Lestrade the evidence you found and then explained what had happened and told him to arrest. Lestrade followed your instructions before telling the two of you to go home and shower which you gladly did. You let Sherlock shower first and then quickly got in after him, thoroughly washing off the stench.

After you had scrubbed your body for the fifth time, you got out, getting dressed before walking out in the living room. Sherlock was sitting there, reading a newspaper, but he stopped when he noticed you were done.

You gave him a small smile as you sat down next to him before saying, "So about earlier." Sherlock looked down, slightly embarrassed. After another moment, he looked back up and told you, "I'm not one for commitments and relationships." You raised an eyebrow and told him, "Really?"

He shrugged his shoulders. He had never done this before, and you knew that. He didn't know how to act. You decided to help him out and you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. Sherlock immediately responded and pulled you closer.

When you pulled away, he had a smile on his face and so did you. "We finally caught the murderer," he told you, smirking. "Yes, we did," you replied, laughing a little at the lengths you went to in order to do so. "I feel like celebrating," Sherlock stated. You raised an eyebrow, inquiring what Sherlock meant by that, and he picked you up, making you let out a small scream and laughter as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Sherlock, what-?" you began, but he cut you off with a passionate kiss as he carried you into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. You understood what he meant now and started kissing him back passionately. He laid you down on the bed before climbing on top of you, and two of you spent the rest of the night "celebrating". 

Always Keep Fighting!