The man to whom this shadow belonged was dead, long dead, three years dead. Lestrade had seen the body, the broken face, the crushed ribcage. He had read the autopsy report, the death certificate. He had attended the funeral. Sherlock Holmes was dead. Sherlock Holmes was not sitting here before him now. Post-Reichenbach. Reviews may contain spoilers. ON HIATUS

"Sherlock had never expected dismantling Moriarty's empire would be anything less than gruelling; however, he also never anticipated just how desperately he would miss home." Post-Reichenbach to reunion, via Sherlock's p.o.v.

Four melodramatic ways Sherlock dreamed of finally returning to London, and the one rather boring (but a Bit Good) way it actually happened. Gen, fiveshot, basic conjectural spoilers for speculative S3, with a dash of ACD canon.

Dying was the easy part. Dying wasn't the final problem. The final problem is the mastermind behind the game, an enemy from Sherlock's past: Sebastian Moran.

To stop a blackmailer, Sherlock Holmes decides to enter unfamiliar territory. But not before practicing on John Watson.

My usual fandom catch-all for drabbles, ficlets, and oneshots. Gen. Will contain anything from fluff to crack to h/c and heaven only knows what else. This: Sherlock returns, and while most people are angry with him, John is the first and only one to tell him he did the right thing.

Sherlock negotiated with Mycroft 24hours at Baskerville, in exchange for a favour. Therefore when his brother comes to him with a case, the detective simply cannot refuse... and all hell's breakin' loose. Beta Read.

This is the start of a series of little snippets of life, written about Mr Holmes and Dr Watson. Rated T, as may darken with age. Not all of them make sense, but Sherlock was never supposed to make sense to anyone but himself

They're friends and flatmates, but they can get on each other's nerves. Not to mention Lestrade isn't always impressed. A look at the lives of Sherlock, John and everyone inbetween. Drabble format.

SPOILERS FOR ALL EPISODES. Sherlock goes to Mycroft for assistance and they settle some scores.

Spoilers: Sherlock and Lestrade have a heart-to-heart on the moor the night the case is solved.

Or the five times John Watson almost met Irene Adler and the first time he did.

Greg Lestrade rescued a brilliant drug addict from certain death five years ago. Their lives have been intertwined ever since. A series of vignettes that span the five years leading up to "A Study in Pink."

Post-Reichenbach, Lestrade writes letters that he knows Sherlock will never read. Rated for language. De-anon from kinkmeme.

John tries to figure out just what exactly Sherlock and Lestrade are to one another and learns that not everything can be so neatly defined. A series of moments.

A Collection of 100 Drabbles. Their lives, as shown in a series of selected moments. All characters, spoilers for everything.

In the hours after the bombing at the pool, Lestrade tries to pull Sherlock back together while they wait for news of John. No character death.

In which the Pirate King has a bit of trouble adjusting to respectability, and Arixa has fun with the conventions of crosscasting and tries to write like Gilbert & Sullivan. Pirates of Penzance, all the usual pairings plus General Stanley/Ruth.

John at the Reichenbach. Rated for language.

Sherlock can't get the pool out of his mind. Post-"The Great Game." Rated for angst and imagery. Prequel to "New Clothes, Old Scars."

Lestrade has at least one skill Sherlock doesn't. One-shot. Pre-John. First attempt at something vaguely humorous, so constructive criticism and advice are welcome.

Lestrade and Sherlock meet and forge some kind of relationship. Neither of them is quite sure what it is. Pre-John. Implied slash, or slash, or something... not sure what qualifies.

"We are gods among mortals. But even gods must be tested." Sherlock loses his sight temporarily and must rely on his other senses and John in order to solve the case at hand.But as the killer draws in, could they be in more danger than they first thought?

What Lestrade needed that night was distance. What he wanted was a few hours alone in which to grieve. What he got was Sherlock Holmes picking the lock of his front door.

John can usually tolerate Sherlock's inability to care for himself properly, but this time, the detective may have gone too far. Secrets, idiots, and not-so-little problems. Not slash but feel free to squint, who knows