Sherlock - You sat in your room upstairs from the kitchen listening to music and reading a book, when all of a sudden your peace was disrupted by a loud banging on the floor. It was your roommate, Sherlock Holmes, he was hitting the ceiling with a broom. You got up, paused your music, and grabbed your cup of coffee and headed downstairs.

"What could you possibly want this time?" You asked entering the living room.

"Your presence, why else would I have -"

"Disturbed me." You cut him off only to be discarded as he finished his sentence.

"Have walked all the way into the kitchen and put effort into hitting the ceiling with a broom?"

"Yes, of course, Mister Holmes. It must be important then, so go on." You said rolling your eyes.

"This is a very important matter and I suggest you not to make fun of me." He said crossing his arms.

"What? Mister Holmes can't take a joke?" You laughed whilst lightly punching him in the shoulder.

"You aren't taking me seriously." He said raising an eyebrow at you.

"I am too, so tell me what you want to talk about." You said sighing.

"I wish to get to know you, so I'm going to a movie tonight, come or don't I really don't care." He said turning to walk to his room. You, on the other hand, marched straight upstairs and began getting ready for your date with Sherlock Holmes.

John - It was winter, John and yourself had decided to go for a walk in the snow. You joked, you laughed, you froze, but it was all in good fun. John watched as you made little footprints in the snow, wanting someone to follow them to nowhere. You loved messing with people like that, he liked that most about you. You spun around on the icy ground and then stopped to look at John, who was smiling like a fool.

"See something you like?" You joke spinning around once more, but failing at your sassy attempt you fell to the ground. John laughed way to hard. "What are you laughing at, help me up."

"Just wait!" He wheezed holding a finger up to you. You rolled your eyes and sat there on the cold ground waiting for John to help you up. Finally, after a few minutes of solid laughter, John held his hand out to you. You took it and pulled your self up. John laughed again, watching you slide around a bit in the snow. 

"Let's go ice skating." You glared.

"Did you just ask me out?" You asked looking curiously at him, he nodded his head shyly and smiled at you.

Mycroft - You had been Mycroft's live in PA for about two months. You did everything for him, from filing papers to writing the Queen. You did it all, and he trusted you to do it right. You had become quietly consumed with your work, your files were packed and you were getting ready to put more in them when you heard your name being called from the office next door. Slowly, you got up and walked towards the door putting your ear to it.

"Mr. Holmes? Did you call?" You asked listening for an answer.

"Yes, come in (Y/N)." He said as you opened the door and shut it behind you quietly.

"What can I do, Sir?" You asked smiling at your boss.

"I need you to book a reservation for two at the finest restaurant in London." He said not looking up from his work.

"Meeting with a CEO?" You asked out of pure curiosity.

"No, I hope to be meeting someone of greater importance." He said smirking. You smiled.

"Nothing but the best for Mr. Mycroft Holmes." You said jokingly.

"That's why I've made sure you'll have time to ready yourself for this evening." He said nonchalantly. You nodded as the comment flew right over your head. "I want the reservation to be for six o'clock sharp." He said looking down at his work.

"Yes, Sir." You said leaving his office and sitting back down at your desk, you were about to make a phone call to a restaurant when you realized you were going to be having dinner with a very important person.

Greg  -  You walked into Greg's office holding a large number of files. "Inspector Lestrade, I have some information on the Moriarty case." You waved the files, as you were quite happy with yourself.

"Not our division." He said shooting a quick glance towards you.

"But sir this is the biggest lead we have since the beginning of the case." You elaborated as you slammed the files onto his desk. "And I'm sorry but if we solve this case we can save thousands of people from him."

"Listen I'm glad you're so eager to work this case, but I am not permitted to work on it."

"Then get permission." You threw your hands in there air.

"It isn't that easy."

"It couldn't possibly be so hard."

"There's so much paper, would you want to fill all of that out."

"Mr. Lestrade. If I could save England by filling out three hours worth of paperwork I would. Therefore you should have the want to do so as well." You said through gritted teeth, your hand was placed on his desk and the two of you were inches away from each other.

"You have been working here for three months and you have the audacity to come to me asking to investigate a case I haven't permission to inspect and then yell at me as if you were my boss." He stood up towering over you. He walked over to the phone. "You're lucky I'm afraid of you." He joked while picking up the phone. A few words were exchanged over the line and quick good-bye was said before Lestrade's attention was back on you. "Your wish has been granted." He smiled.

"Thank you, I'll help fill out the paperwork."

"That would be great, but they're faxing it over and it'll be a while. Why don't we go get some dinner."

"Sure." You smiled and walked over to the door. Greg quickly shut it and you began to walk out as the faxed paperwork began to print from the machine. He gave a quick smile and walked with you to the cab.

Moriarty  -  You laid on your couch, playing a game on your phone and watching the next season of your favorite tv show. You placed your phone on the armrest and reached for the remote. You began scanning through Netflix before you were interrupted. The phone buzzed, alerting you there was a message. You slapped your phone, not really wanting to answer it. You turned it over and looked at the ID.

James

You smiled as you read the message.

Hey, (Y/N), I really liked getting to know you at the range. I was wondering if I could take you out, to get to know you better. -JM

Where could he possibly want to take you? You opened your phone and let your f dance across the keyboard.

Hi, James! Yes, I'd love to. Can I know where you're taking me so I know how to dress? -Your Initials

Send! You spammed that button. While you were waiting for the response you went ahead and found a movie.

Ping! Your phone rang out and you nearly threw the remote to free your hand.

I would like it to be a surprise, is that alright?

Only if you tell me how to dress, lol!

...

Alright, something stunning and memorable, but also something easy to move around in.

Ok, I can do that!

...

See you at nine on Saturday?

See you then!

The conversation ended, leaving you feeling excited and happy.