"He tried to eat this apple, in turn choking on it because the neighbor's dog barked quite loudly, which startled him, making him choke and tried calling for help. The murderer was already waiting for something to happen, but he was actually waiting for Mr. Jones to fall on this patched of spilled oil, which he left of course for him to trip on, because he knows Mr. Jones' schedule down to the time where he went to eat lunch... But he didn't trip on it... Why didn't he trip on it..." Sherlock scratched his chin, then sighed and leaned back in a "duh" manner. "Of course! The phone rang unexpectedly because the killer forgot to unplug it from the wall, silly me. The choking was a complete perfect little happenstance that just happened to work out for the murderer." Sherlock sighed happily, his hands on his hips.

Lestrand stared at him, confused beyond belief. "... How did you know the phone rang?"

Sherlock pointed to the the phone. "The answering machine is blinking."

John watch the video with much pain. He missed his best friend. He was still angry with him for jumping of the building to his death but at least he still had this. When the phone rang he was confuse as to who it could be. Going over to the phone he answered with a timid. "Hello?"

"Doctor Watson, its Lastraud." The detective said on the other line. "I found someone who might be able to help you find out if Sherlock is alive or not." He said. "Come down to the station and meet her." He said.

Watson nodded and realized that he was talking to the man over the phone."I'll be right there." He said and hung up. "Could it be true? Could you still be alive?" He looked at the screen again and smiled before he rushed out the door.

"I don't see why you want me to look for a dead man, inspector." A long legged blond woman asked Lestraud as he hung up with John.

Lestraud looked over at her and pinched the bridge of his nose. "He..." the man sighed. "Doctor Watson was Sherlock's best friend. I think being around someone with the same mind would be good for him. You owe me, Addaline."

Addaline couldn't help but to smile charmingly, adjusting the leather jacket she was wearing. "I recall you calling me the American Sherlock once." She said and continued to stare at him. "You cant fool me inspector. You think Sherlock is alive as well."

It didn't take him long to reach the station where he met up with Lestraud and his friend. "You said you think he maybe alive?" He said instantly.

Addaline looked up from her spot and stood up, holding her hand out to the British soilder. "You must be Dr. Watson, judging just by your reaction alone." she said with a smile. "My name is Addaline Wright."

Lestraud cleared his throat with a sort of thankfulness. He knew what Addaline liked to do when she wasn't helping the American police with random cases. "This is the woman that's going to help find Sherlock. IF he's alive."

"Tell me miss is he?" John was desperate to know.

"Easy there." Addaline said with a light chuckle. "I haven't even been able to see anything to find out yet." she said. She took a moment to study John, and came to find out she couldn't actually tell what he liked. A little puzzled, she shrugged it off for now. "Come. Show me where it happened, and the grave, if you please."

John nodded and motioned for her to follow him and headed out to hale a cab. He took her to the spot where Sherlock hit the pavement first. "This is where... well, he died."

Addaline paced a little bit. It had been four months since it happened, and it was now springtime. She looked up from the height and looked at John. "It may be difficult, but if you could explain everything that happened. Exactly as it happened if you don't mind." she said and pulled a notebook out from the back pocket of her capris.

The doctor Proceeded to explain everything even when he had gotten hit by the bike and so on after. All vivid details it hurt all over again.

One thing that caught her attention was the bike incident. She closed her eyes and imagined it all over again. It took her a few moments, but then she looked to him and could clearly see the pain on his face. She walked over to him and put a gentle hand on his arm. "Come on." she said, "Show me the grave next. At least the graveyard. If it's too much for you I can go in by myself." she said softly to him.

John nodded, it had been awhile since he had even been there. He didn't want to believe that the only friend he had was gone. But now, here was this woman who could prove whether he had really died that day or not. He lead her to the sight and stood there staring down at the black stone.

She knelt down in front of the stone and looked at it carefully. There were plenty of footprints to look at, but something else caught her eye. She looked up at John and stood up, walking over to the tree. "Two questions: When was the last time you knew anyone was here, and did Holmes play the violin at all?" she asked.

"Sherlock's played the violin for as long as I known him." He said carefully thinking back to all the nights where sherlock would be up at 3 in the morning playing or composing when he couldn't sleep. "The last time was yesterday when Mrs. Hudson said she was going to plan so flowers around the head stone."

"She must have just missed him then." Addaline said, picking up two items; Sherlock's scarf and a broken violin string. She studied them closely, sniffing the scarf slightly. "Ooof. Chloroform..." she mumbled and looked at some of the foot prints. She looked carefully, then pulled up her phone and started searching cities. "Let's see..." she mumbled as she searched for cities near the water with music stores next door, and a hospital in the vicinity of a factory. "Here... in Dale."

Wait so does that mean he was alive? All this time he thought his best friend to be dead and now here stood this women who came from gods knows where, telling him that Mrs. Hudson has missed him. "Would could you..." He trail off thinking for a moment could she really be like him?

Addaline stood up straight and smiled softly. "I know it's him simply from the violin string and the scarf. It's in most of his photos with him, must be his favorite, judging by how worn it is." she said and laid it gently on the headstone. "It smells of chloroform, which suggests abduction." she said, then held up the violin string between her fingers. "From a violin obviously, broken from being overplayed. Little bit of blood there on it, suggesting it might have cut his cheek when it snapped. Painful, I hate it when that happens. Anyhow, I could tell you didn't play because you don't have the calicoes it causes playing such an instrument. The string was by this grave, and this grave is away from all the others, so it had to be someone here for Holmes. Now the only other two who could be possibilities are Lestraud and Mrs. Hudson. I did research on Mrs. Hudson, so that's a no-go, and I've known Lestraud when he was over in America for a few months a while back, and he wouldn't know what to do with a violin." she explained and put the violin string down on the scarf, leaning on the headstone as she looked straight at John. "And that is how I deducted it was Sherlock that was here, and this is where he's been abducted. There is a reason Lestraud calls me the American Sherlock Holmes." she said, before grinning. "Do you even want me to explain how I know he's in Dale? Or do you get the picture, Doctor Watson."

John's eyes widen and nodded his head. "Bloody hell. Another one to blow my head out of the water." he said softly.

Addaline smiled sympathetically. "I'm sorry, I hope I didn't overload you." she said with a small laugh.

"No it's alright." John explained and looked back at the grave. "I'm just glad he's alive."

"We should probably find him and rescue him, don't you think?" Addaline asked with a grin.

John nodded, "I agree." he said and followed the female detective.

Addaline went over to a car that was sitting there. She recognized it as Lestraud's. Her little devilish side grinned as she found the spare key tucked under the back bumper and unlocked it. "Let's see... I know Greg won't mind us borrowing this..." she said, keeping an eye on Lestraud as he talked with the grave keeper. She leaned under the driver's side dash right under the steering wheel, hot wiring the car. "Hop in Doc, it's about two hours from here to Dale."

"Are you... stealing the car" He asked wondering what the hell was going on.

"I'm not STEALING it, per say... I'm just borrowing it with every intention of bringing it back unharmed." Addaline answered, making a small squeak of success when the car roared to life. She climbed in the driver's seat and buckled in. "Hop in Doctor Watson, there isn't a moment to lose."

Feeling like he was going to regret this later, John hopped into the car and closed the door behind him. Anything to get his best friend back... right?

Just as Lestraud had realised his car was hijacked, Addaline took out onto the road. She was on the wrong side at first, but quickly adjusted. "Right.... you guys drive on the wrong side of the road... gonna take some getting used to."

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Sherlock opened one eye. The room was dark except for an obnoxiously bright light in the corner aimed right in his eyes. He groaned and tilte his head back. "Ow..." He looked around, trying to think straight. Wasn't working. Where the hell was his mind palace?

"sherlock, Sherlock Sherlock.." A cheerful voice tsked. "I love how you find me right on time for story time. Are you ready? This one is kinda like Jack and Jill.. But instead, its John and Jim!" James walked over, playing gently with the drugged up man's hair. "Jim and John went to a pond to fetch a pail of water. John didn't know that Jim wanted to show him a beautiful little slaughter! Holmes was down, had a bashed in crown, and before little John could scream... Jim shot his eye and then he died, and now their both a dream." He giggled. He tied a rope around Sherlock's neck and tugged, making the man choke a little. "Can you breathe under water, Sherlock?"

Sherlock looked around, unable to answer. God damnit, why was he so drugged? He looked at Moriarty, who looked like a lizard and let his head fall back.

James patted his cheek. "Should I shoot you first or-" He was cut off by Lovely bunch of coconuts playing in his pocket. He checked his phone. "Damn. Pardon me, do you mind if I take this?"

"Go ahead, Lizard Jesus.." He mumbled back.

Moriarty chuckled and kissed Sherlock's forehead, before walking out. "Yes? No I'm not busy... A suuiiitt... What are youuuu wearing?" He shut the door, leaving Sherlock to sit in a high silence.

John jumped out of car as soon as it had stopped. White as a ghost and sick to his stomach he knew now that if that's how Americans truly drove he would never get into the car with another ever again. "Dear god woman, where did you learn to drive, Hell?" He said trying to catch his breath and keep his lunch down.

Addaline had parked a little ways away from the building, since it was being watched. "If you consider New York City hell, then yes." she said. She reached behind herself when she was out, making sure her gun was tucked into the back of her pants. She stared at the building for a moment, before blinking a few times. "Alright. So I know where the weakspot in their security is. You cover me, and I'll get Sherlock untied. They've probably drugged him, so I'll have to give him this." she said and held up a little pack of clear liquid. "It's an anti-drug. It'll get him as normal as he needs to get the hell out of there. You'll both get in the car and go. I go better on foot getting away from places." she explained in a whispered tone to him.

Moriarty's voice was heard squealing outside of the building. "No you hang up.... No YOU hang up! Okay, we'll hang up at the same time. 1... 2... 3... YOU DIDN'T HANG UPPP!"

John looked around and nodded. It was the least he could do to get his friend back.

Addaline heard Moriarty, and it sounded like he was in front of the building, while they were towards the back corner. Even so, she signaled for John to remain silent as she led him forward. She actually decided that the door was locked, seeing how the handle was unused. Instead of picking the lock and making it obvious there was a break in, she opened a window from the outside. It was easy enough to get into, since it was ground level. She perked her head out and noticed no one in the hall. All the security must have been outside. She looked at the floor and concentrated for a moment. "Follow me." She whispered before leading him through the hall and up two flights of stairs.

Watson followed, with military experience on his side he know how to move silently and cover her. 

Addaline stopped in front of a double door and looked in. "Alright. Cover me out here, ill get him untied and mostly undrugged." She said and looked back at him. "I'll lead you two back out of the building and to the car, then I'll cover you as you two make your escape." She explained before slipping quietly into the room. She studied Sherlock a moment and confirmed it was Holmes. She walked over and checked his vitals for a moment.

Sherlock couldn't see straight, so to make himself not get motion sickness from everything moving, he focused on the floor. As Addaline touched him, his body panicked a little and jolted, nearly making him fall onto the ground.

"Easy there." Addaline said, ready to catch him at a moment's notice. If he had actually fallen, the sound of the chair crashing would've made for a hell of a time. She figured he was drugged enough by now that giving him the anti drug was going to prove difficult. Luckily, she was a professional. She put the disolvable packet on her tongue and lifted his chin, pressing her lips against his to muffle any sound he might have made, slipping the antidrug into his mouth. She held her lips there until she felt him swallow.

Holmes looked up when she spoke. A female's voice? Irene? No... Irene doesn't sound like that... Who was this? He tried to focus, even more confused when their lips connected. He wanted to move away as the packet went into his mouth and down his throat, but figured, what the hell. More drugs are okay.

Addaline pulled back and looked at the sleuth with a smirk. "You'll feel better in a few moments." she said and untied him, draping one of his arms over her shoulder. "Time to get you out of here I think." she said as she started helping him to the door. "Psst, John, we're coming out."

John looked around to make sure the coast was clear and when there were no signs of Moriarty he signaled for them for the go ahead.

Sherlock groaned as his vision began to clear. "Mm... What's you name?" He asked light, then jumped at the sound of a gunshot.

"Awww... That's not nice. He's my toy. Why would you steal a mans favorite toy?" Jim asked, walking forward.

Addaline looked over at Moriarty and let out a sigh. With her free hand, she took out her own gun and pointed it at him. "John, take Sherlock and get out of here." she said, handing Sherlock over to John. "I'll catch you two later."

Taking Sherlock, he looked at Moriarty and prayed that it was only him and there were snippers on him or outside that would kill them. But he took Sherlock and ran.

Jim pouted. "Aww... Unfair. All my snipers are out in the front... Guess I'll just have to play with the princess." He grinned widely.

Sherlock groaned louder, which sounded more like a "Noo".

"Oh Jim dear," Addaline started, keeping the gun aimed at him. "I'm surprised you don't recognize me." she said and looked like she pretended to be hurt. "I knew what you liked, for the most part. La Sisca, in New York? You had fun, as I recall, until I got you a little tied up. I remember you weren't very fond of an interrogation and being taken into the American's custody." she fondly reminded him. "Miss me?"

John got both of them out safely and leaned Sherlock into the car. "You're still not thinking straight." He said as he closed the door. "please stay here."

"My dearest, Princess Addaline. You think I don't remember you? Of course I do, my dear. You always know what I like.. Though I'll admit, it was hard to remember you without the collar." He chuckled and walked closer. "Are you here to take his place? That makes him the damsel doesn't it? Oh what a lovely knight you make!"

"Whos... She?" Sherlock grumbled and tried getting up, looking over John. ".. You haven't showered today and you visited the Queen. There's dog hair on your leg.."

"So that would make him the princess, if you're thinking correctly." Addaline said, and couldn't help but to smirk slightly. "We both know I would feel to claustrophobic in a suit of armor.. but leather, that's more my style." she said. "As for taking places, that isn't my style as well." she said and took one shot at his feet, a simple warning. She took two steps back for every one he took. "Don't tempt me to shoot you, Jim. I do love to see a man covered in blood."

"Ooo, leather is so appealing for you, love- OOP!" He took a hop back and laughed. "Tsk,tsk,tsk... The floor is concrete, dear. It might ricochet into your pretty little head and we wouldn't want that, would we?" He looked at a sock puppet on his hand. "No, no, no..." He made the puppet shake it's head. He made his steps sideways, slowly edging her to an empty wall, where he would lodge a bullet next to her head. "See, if you shoot my feet, I'll be covered in blood which you love. But if I shoot you in the head..." He cocked his gun again. "I'll cover you in brains, which I will love."

Sneaking his way backing into the building with the gun he had managed pack away. Using his military training, peeking around the corner aim and hit Moriarty in the arm.

Addaline jumped slightly when Moriarty was shot, taking the advantage to bolt. However, she did manage to grab John's sleeve and dragged him behind her. "Jesus! I told you to get out of here, what the fuck were you thinking?!" she yelled at him as they ran back to the car. She hopped into the driver's seat of the car again and took off. Once they were a good ways away, she managed to breath. "Jesus John... thank you... but don't ever do that again."

Moriarty was just about to pull the trigger when his arm was shot. "FUCK! DAMNIT!! Oooh... You're not getting away that easy, princess..."

Sherlock looked at them once they were in the car. ".... Why is Moriarty screaming?"

"I shot him." John said nonchalantly. It was true and that was all his friend need to know at the moment

Addaline pinched the bridge of her nose as she drove, a little over the speed limit, but not enough to get pulled over. "He friggin' shot him. Hell, you might as well have waved a sign in his face saying 'Hey! Come find us and take revenge on us and our families. Huzzah!'" she said and shook her head. "Damn..."

Sherlock looked at John and began laughing. "Good show!"

"Well it was shoot or let you be killed. Either way he would still come after us." John said as he turned back to sherlock. "Thank you."

"True." Addaline said and sighed. "He's worse than the guys back in America, though I do have to say, he's a lot more fun to figure out." she smirked to herself. Moriarty was a man that was sensual, and had a thing for leather and collars. "I can't leave England until he's caught or killed. Boss' orders."

Now that he had his head about him, Sherlock leaned over the seat, looking over Addaline. ".... so... white button up blue jeans, curly blonde hair, but you've dyed it recently, brown is your natural color, your shoes have a few dog hairs on them and so does your hip, meaning you have a large dog..."

Addaline looked back at him through the mirror and her smirk grew. "Trust me, you wouldn't want me reading you with John in the car. Might be too embarassing." she said. Not only could she do what Sherlock did, but she could tell what he liked best, what turned him on. The gift of being a genius stripper.

"Hamish, John Hamish Watson if you were thinking of baby names." he said feeling a little out of place.

Sherlock gave a light pout, then looked at Watson. "Baby names? Are you pregnant?" He asked.

Addaline couldn't help but to laugh. "Hamish... well, isn't that a British name if I have ever heard one." she said and looked at John. "Take the wheel... Sherlock and I need to have a little chat." she said and started crawling to the back of the car, leaving the wheel for John..

John's eyes widened as he took the wheel and tried to crawl into her seat once she was in the bacl.

Sherlock meeped as they served a bit, clinging to the chair. "... You are quite the spontaneous one aren't you?" he chuckled.

"Oh John can handle it, can't you John." Addaline said, though it wasn't a question. She turned and looked at Sherlock, crossing one elegantly long leg over the other. "Now... do you want me to reveal what it is you like? Irene has told me a little, but I think she might have misjudged you."

John just ignored the back seat and drove to god only knows where. As long as it was as far from moriarty he could get the better.

Sterlock sat up a little, trying to move away from her seeing as that she was practactly ontop of him from getting in the back seat. "... Not exactly." He mumbled.

Addaline watched him intensely for a moment, and even got her glasses out from one of her pockets and put them on. After a while though, she just smiled warmly. "Don't worry, your secrets are safe for my use later on." she said with a wink.

John coughed and kept his eyes on the road. "So um..." He was having trouble thinking. "Where to?" He was starting to feel like a taxi.

".... What secrets. How do you know Irene? What has she told you?" He sat up, pouting a little from not knowing what the bloody hell she was talking about. Also, his head was starting to pound from the effects of the drugs. "The hospital, John."

"Irene was one of the mistresses where I worked in New York." Addaline said with a smile. "She told me quite a bit. That you were a virgin, that you can come off as cold, and probably are. Ah, but she doesn't have my talent for reading others. You seem like you like the more intimate side of a relationship, the closeness and whatnots. There is.. passion I see deep in there, you just don't know what to do with it yet, and that's alright, to each their own." She noticed the quick flash of his headache in his facial features and she gently grabbed him by the shoulders, making him lay down with his head in her lap. "Close your eyes and relax." she said softly.

The doctor made his way to the nearest hospital using the GPS on his phone. He guess there was a first time for everything.

Sherlock felt more uncomfortable by the second. He didn't like it when people read him and wondered if that was what others felt like. "Irene went to New York? When?" He reluctantly let her place him down and stared up at her. "How do you know that to be truth?"

"Deduction." Addaline said softly, rubbing her thumbs in small circular motions on his temples to try and help to calm the headache. "I am good at reading facial expressions and muscle movements of the face. I can tell if someone is lieing, what they are thinking, and much more." she said and smiled softly. "The more uncomfortable you get, the more I'm correct it seems."

"I'm getting uncomfortable just listening." John said trying not vomit (not really) by how chumy she was getting.

"Or possibly I'm just uncomfortable of your accusations. John are we at the hospital yet? They have tylonal there."

"Deny what you want." Addaline said with a roll of her eyes. Not the first tiem it happened anyways. Oh well. Once they got to the hospital and were out of the car, she gave a small wave. "I guess this is where I leave you two to do whatever it is you do. I have Moriarty business to take care of still..." she said. She did want to go with them and make sure Sherlock was alright, but she felt as though she'd already messed things up. Typical. She was always doing stuff like that, being a wierdo.

John help Sherlock out of the car and into the nearest wheel chair. "Sherlock you think we should leave her alone on a case like this?"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!" Sherlock scrambled out of the chair and over to her. "No. You're coming with me-US. You're coming with us. Any Moriarty business is to be taken up with me and there is no way I'm allowing you to go alone. Come. I wish to converse with you in a manner most private."

Addaline was a bit surprised, but really only by the fact that Sherlock was able to get up so quickly. She reached out to steady him. "Alright alright. Just be careful all right? I didn't risk my ass saving you just so you could pass out on us." she said and helped him back over to the chair.

Doctor watson felt a little out of place when it come to those two. "I'll go get lunch. Do either of you want anything?"

"You are not going to remove yourself because you feel awkward, John." Sherlock gae him a look. "You are coming with me and her and we are getting medication for this headache."

"And to get the drugs out of your system. After we can all get lunch together." Addaline suggested, giving John a sympathetic smile. She wasn't like Sherlock with the apathy, and did understand feelings very well. Nor did she mind showing them.

John flashed her a soft smile and nodded. She got it at least she understood.

Sherlock looked back and forth between them. Were they having a mental conversation? He couldn't tell. Why couldn't he tell? He grabbed John's arm and dragged him along. "Come come. Medication and food awaits."

Addaline couldn't help but to chuckle and followed after them with her hands in her blue jean capris. She dug out her cellphone and called up Lestraud. She had to hold the phone from her ear though, because he started yelling about his car. "Relax Greg!" Addaline said with a laugh when he stopped yelling to catch his breath. "Your car is unharmed... not a scratch... cross my heart on your darkest fantasies." she said and her grin grew when the man on the other line suddenly sounded awkward and changed the subject. "Yes, we found him. We're just getting him all back to his normal self, then we are going to lunch....I will return your car with a tank full of gas, I swear." she said, then rolled her eyes. "Yes yes. By tomorrow. Goodbye Lestraud." she said and hung up.

John had no choice but to follow Sherlock into the hospital. "Well I'm glad to see you're doing better." He said truly and honestly glad his friend was okay.

Sherlock looked from John to Addaline, then back to John and back over to Addaline, before settling his gaze on John. "Are you two in a relationship? Did something happen while I was away? He acts nervous when you and I interact, implicating jealousy. He would only get jealous if I was a threat to a romantic relationship, thus leading me back to my question."

Addaline looked over at Sherlock with a raised brow. "No. We're aqquaintences, though I do hope to be friends sometime in the future, distant or near." she said. She wouldn't tell anyone that she had a difficult time figuring John out. "Why the sudden outburst, Sherlock?" she asked.

"No Sherlock it's call intimidated." John added his own input. "I feel like a complete sod next to two people who have far more intellegnce then I do."

"It's not an outburst it was an observation." Holmes looked at John. "You are intelligent in your own way, John. quit putting yourself down." He let his gaze wander back to Addaline. "You two are all.. Chummy. And I don't know how long you've known each other yet."

"We just met today." Addaline said and gave John the same look Sherlock did. "John, you're perfectly perfect just the way you are. Being this smart makes life lonely." she said.

John looked between the two and shook his head. "Well you shouldn't be lonely. There seem to be others just like you." he said pointing to sherlock. "Besides I was pointing it out. It is just a little intimidating."

Sherlock wrapped his arms around John's shoulders, nuzzling the back of his head just to bother him. "Don't worry, John. That girl from the cafe should call you back any hour now and I promise I'll only annoy her a little."

"Oooh, a girl? How awesome." Addaline said with a wide grin, and looked at Sherlock. "Don't worry John, I'll make sure Sherlock doesn't bother you. Judging by your words, Sherlock usually gets involved somehow."

"Your telling me..." The doctor paused and brought a hand up to his and slowly pinched the bridge of his nose. "talk about driving them away."

Sherlock gave her a puzzled look at the word "awesome" and tilted his head. "I don't drive them away. I'm simply more important to John than they are."

Addaline chuckled and took Sherlock's arm gently. "Go on John, go get ready. I can take care of this guy." she said with a kind smile to the poor guy.

John looked at sherlock and shook his head. "You may be important to me but I still need my own life outside as well." He put it

Sherlock frowned and crossed his arms in a child like manner. He looked over at Addaline. "... So you come from the states?"

Addaline nodded and started leading him to the emergency room. "New York." she said and smiled charmingly. "So, tell me about yourself Mr. Holmes."

"Ah, ah, ah. That's not how we play the game." He gave a clever smirk. "I ask a question that includes on answer, and then you do as well."

"My type of game. Very well then." Addaline said and sat him down in the emergency room. "It will be just a moment." she said and went to the desk, signing him in. She then came back and sat in the chair right next to him. "Ask away."

Sherlock sat down on a chair reluctantly as she signed him in. "I already asked you. Your turn." he smirked.

"So... you like to cuddle?" Addaline asked right off with her own smirk still intact. There was nothing he could ask that would change that.

"... I don't usually, but occasionally I'll have a drink with John and we end up falling asleep and wake up cuddling. It's odd but pleasant." He said, crossing his arms. "Have you always worked as a stripper?"

Addaline shook her head. "Nope. I worked as a bartender, and I was a police officer for a while after that, until I got shot." she said and lifted her shirt, showing a small bulletsized scar on her side. "Are you and John lovers?"

"No, not at all. I just enjoy teasing him and having everyone question him about it." Sherlock shrugged. "I don't understand why he's so sensitive about it. And you? Any lovers back at home?"

Addaline shook her head and chuckled. "I've only been with one person romantically, and he was the only one I've ever been with sexually." she said. "What do you like to do in your free time, besides violin and being intelligent?"

"Oh the usual. Solve crimes, bother John, annoy his girlfriends." He shrugged. "And you?"

"I sing." Addaline said. "At bars and other places, or just at home, composing new songs." she said and smiled softly. "I also go horseback riding a lot of times. Why do you not get along with your brother?" she asked. She figured because of what Lestraud had told her, and she had a small encounter with Mycroft before she met John.

"I'd rather not talk about that." Sherlock said, a hint of bitterness in his voice. Changing the subject, he siad "You and I should compose together."

Addaline was curious about what happened with his brother, but the tone of his voice said enough. She smiled and allowed for the change in subject. "Agreed. You know you left your scarf and a violin string at your grave, right? That's partially how I was able to find you." she said and gently put her hand on his cheek, running her thumb along a small cut that would've been caused by the string snapping.

"I didn't mean to." He chuckled. "Moriarty drugged my with the scarf while I was playing. Though I'm glad he was sloppy and left it." he smiled.

The nurse called Sherlock's name after having to look at it for a moment. Addaline got up and gently helped Sherlock to his feet. "I know. Cloroform." she said with a smile and helped him by wrapping his arm around her shoulders and her arm around his waist, following after the nurse.

Sherlock blushed lightly at the help, but let her and followed. "Yes.. A bit cliche for him, if you ask me. He tries to be romantic though."

"For you, yes. His true love lies in leather and bondage however." Addaline said straight out. When the nurse brought them to the little white rooms with the equipment and the hospital bed, Addaline helped him lay down. The room was extremely bright. "The doctor will be with you shortly. It's busy tonight." the nurse warned them and left, shutting the door. Addaline immediately went to the lightswitch and turned off the lights. "Much better."

Sherlock squinted his eyes and shielded them with his forearm until it was shut off. "Thank you. And that makes sense, him with his tying me to chairs thing."

Addaline walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and smiled. She found it easier to talk with someone when she was near them. "Yup. Though once you do it to him, it becomes hard to get any information out of him. He's tightlipped." she said. She could still see him easily in the dark, but the thing that stood out the most were those blue eyes of his.

"Such a brat, that one." He sighed and looked up to her. "So why did Lestraud put you on my case, besides the fact that wer're both intelligent?"

"Because he trusts me, and he still thought you were alive, despite not showing it." Addaline said and smiled warmly. "I had helped him out back in the US a few years ago." she chuckled. "But I think it had to do with me being like you."

"He's never mentioned you, which is odd. Probably tried to let me keep my ego or something." He shrugged. "So... Why did you come to help?"

Addaline shrugged. "You know.. I think it was because I was curious. Your suicide was all over the news... I didn't believe it for a second. You're too clever to just jump off a building... not your style really." she said and decided to get comfortable and laid down on her stomach right next to him, elbows propped up keeping her chin up.

"True. I mean, if I was going to off myself, I would have done something far for flashy and appealing. Jumping off a building is so boring." He chuckled lightyl

"I have to admit, it was a fun case." Addaline said with a dreamy sort of sigh. "I don't get that many of them anymore... not since my Whitey Bulger case... what the news didn't tell anyone was that I was the one that found him." she said with a mild shrug. "And that wasn't even all that fun."

"Heh. You should move here then. There's always a fun case to be had around these parts." He grinned

Addaline thought of what she had back in New York, which was nothing. She smiled warmly. "You know, I just might. Any little places you know of around here?" she asked.

"One of the tenants just moved out of the flat across from where John and I live." He shrugged. "I'm sure Mrs. Hudson will probably adore you."

"I can't wait to meet her. Lestraud has already told me so much about her." Addaline said with a small chuckle. "He was telling me about your cases as well. I do hope I can join you and John at some point."

"Darling woman. If she can put up with me with a smile, she's sure to be fine with you." he stretched. "And as long as you'd be able to keep up, I don't see how that would be an issue."

Addaline was about to speak, but she sat up just before the doctor came in and flipped on the light. "Which one of you is Holmes?" he questioned.

Sherlock hissed and covered his eyes. "The light! It burns ussss!" He sat up quickly. "I am."

Addaline tried not to laugh and held it back, moving to the chair.

The doctor gave him an odd look. "What is bothering you today, Mr. Holmes..?" he asked. "Your chart said you've been poisoned, but you seem to be doing fine.."

"Yes, this darling lady gave me something and I felt better, but I have a headache sent from the Devil himself, so if you wouldn't mind taking the time to not be up the nurses skirts, would you mind giving me a pain killer?"

The doctor's face flushed darkly. Oh how he didn't miss this guy. "Sure." he grumbled and got Sherlock some strong ibepreufen. "Take that, don't overdose, and don't drive." the doctor said and stormed out.

Addaline had noticed as well, but hadn't said anything. However when the doctor left, she snickered. "Well that's one way of getting back at them for taking their sweet time." she said and stood up, walking over to help Sherlock up.

"Yes sir." Sherlock mockingly saluted. He chuckled and slowly got up, popping two into his mouth and swallowing. "Yes it is. He hates me already though."

Addaline chuckled. "I think he might've known you." she said. "Perhaps he knew you were coming?" she suggested and led him out into the hall. John had left with Lestraud's car, so she had to call a taxi.

"Possibly. Though I don't care to remember unimportant faces unless they become important to me later." He walked out with her, slipping into the taxi.

Addaline slipped in as well and leaned forward to tell the driver to go to 221 Baker Street. She then leaned back in the seat and smiled. "Ah, so we have a difference. I never forget a face."

"Oh? And why?" He smirked, getting comfy.

"They might be important later on. A photo of a missing person pops up, I can usually tell you who they were and where they were working at the time I met them, just by looking at the photo." Addaline said and smiled over at him.

"That's what I mean by "unless they become important to me later". Though most of those cases bore me. You can find out everything by observing."

"You should do the boring ones as well. Sometimes they can become very intersting." Addaline suggested.

"Oh I know. But there are ones that are just plain boring. John makes me do them sometimes." He rolled his eyes.

Addaline chuckled. "You're something else." she said and shook her head, looking over at him. She studied him just like he did everyone else. "You should really stop smoking you know." she pointed out, reaching out and putting her hand on his cheek, running her thumb on the bags under his eye.

He glanced over at her and shrugged, tensing a little when she touched his face. "I tried. It was obnoxious. The nicotine patches made me hate everything."

"There are natural herbed teas you can try." Addaline mentioned and couldn't help but to smile warmly when he tensed up. "It's alright, I don't bite hard." she teased.

Sherlock smirked and chuckled. "I'm sure you don't bite unless asked nicely." He teased and sighed. "I've tried many teas. But I just like the smoke."

"Smoking is just a way to keep your lips busy. Do you have trouble keeping your lips busy?" Addaline asked and smirked. (Ten points if you know where that line is from.)

(Didn't you write that in Wonderland Mishaps?) "I talk enough, so I don't think so." Sherlock said, his slightly innocent mind completely missing the implication.

(10 POINTS TO SLYTHERIN.) Addaline chuckled. "You're adorable." she said and sat back in her seat, smiling at him. "You're smart, but when it comes to flirting, you're a bit dense I'm afraid."

(10 MORE POINTS TOWARDS THE HOUSE CUP)"What?" Sherlock looked at her, confused. "Wait, you were flirting?" He pouted in an angry manner. "I can't read you. THis bothers me."

Addaline smiled and nodded. "Yeah. It was flirting. And you can't read me? Hmm.. how odd."

"Yes. Like Irene when I first met her. Just... Blank." He grumbled, crossing his arms in child like frustration.

"I have to admit, you and John I can't read very well either. Perhaps we're just not open books like the rest of society." Addaline said and put a hand lightly on his knee. "Don't trouble over it too much."

Sherlock glanced at her and raised a brow. "You seemed to read "what I like" pretty quickly." He said, arms now loosely crossed. "But I can agree with that."

"It's what you like. It's a complete difference besides what you're like as a person." Addaline said and smiled softly. "You're unique with what you like at least. It's refreshing."

"Yes, but I can read John as clear as day and-" He paused when she called him unique. "... How odd. You used that term with no sarcasm or any negative context."

Addaline looked at him with an expression of confusion. "Why would it be negative? There is nothing wrong with being unique." she said.

"People don't usually like my type of "uniqueness"." Sherlock said, making the quotation fingers. "You're quite unique yourself, but I'm sure everyone would like you far more. I mean, pretty woman exploiting them on their sexual preferances?" He smiled lightly.

Addaline smiled softly in return and took his hand, patting the back of it. "Oh how wrong you are my dear." she said with a wide grin. "I can be horrible when it comes to people."

"I find that hard to believe." Holmes decided he'd attempt a flirt and brushed the back of his hand against her cheek. "You seem like a very pleasant person to be around."

Addaline felt her face starting to burn in her cheeks. It was an odd sensation, not something she did. Was this what it was to actually blush? She didn't even have a good comeback to say. "I...well... uhmm... yeah..."

Mentally, Sherlock was all sorts of proud of himself. But he didn't show it. He simply smiled politely and leaned back against the chair.

Addaline cleared her throat and leaned back in her seat as well. Damn, Irene was right. His eyes really were to die for. She looked up thoughtfully as she seemed to be thinking of something.

Sherlock glanced over out of the corners of his eyes. Damnit, why couldn't he read her? "What are you thinking of?"

"Hmmm? Oh, just thinking about if Mrs. Hudson would mind my German Sheperd or not. I can't leave him all alone in my apartment back in New York." Addaline said. True, that was in the back of her mind, but it wasn't her main thought. She was actually wondering what it would be like to kiss him, not like shoving drugs down his throat. Like if he were really into it, and meant it.

Sherlock could tell that it wasn't the main thing on her mind, but nodded. "She probably wouldn't. She likes dogs." He smiled softly, looking at her with those beautiful eyes.

"Excellent." Addaline said, not making eye contant with him for fear of what she might do to him. The taxi pulled up to Baker Street and she got out, looking at the building. "This is a pretty nice place." she said, glad to have the cool England air on her face. She took out her phone and sent a quick text to her brother to bring her things when he came to visit, and to not forget Jake.

Sherlock got out slowly, still a bit dizzy. He paid the taxi driver and motioned her inside. "Let me show you around."

Addaline could tell he still wasn't feeling all that well, since his face was still pale, or at least it looked like it to her, she didn't know that he usually was pale. She took his arm to steady him. "That can wait. You need to rest."

"Oh I'll be fine." Sherlock waved it off and chuckled. "Come, this is the door."

"No you won't be fine." Addaline argued and looked at the door. "Yes, this is the door." she said and chuckled. She opened it, and was surprised when Mrs. Hudson came bursting through, hugging Sherlock. "Oh! I'm so glad to see you're alive!" the older woman sobbed.

Sherlock meeped and nearly fell backwards, then chuckled and hugged her back. "It's nice to see you too, Mrs. Hudson."

Addaline stood back a bit to let them have their moment. She'd almost completely forgotten that Sherlock had been thought of as dead before now. Mrs. Hudson sniffled a bit and looked up at him. "What the hell were you thinking, Sherlock?! Scaring me like that."

Sherlock chuckled and gently petted her head. "Sorry. Was just a bit of fun.. Mrs. Hudson, this is Addaline. She's interested in renting out a flat."

"Ooooh! The one upstairs, right?" Mrs. Hudson asked, turning to get a good look at Addaline, in her leather jacket and blue jean capris. "It's a pleasure to meet another friend of Sherlock's." she said with a warm smile.

Addaline smiled and shook her hand lightly when it was offered. "It's nice to meet you. Sherlock and Detective Lestrade have told me so much about you." she said in greeting. "I would love to take a look at the flat you have available."

"Of course, dear. I just hope you don't mind all the stairs." Mrs. Hudson said and led them both inside, immediately heading up the stairs. They passed 221B, and went up to 221A. "Here it is." she said and opened it up. The flat was completely empty, no wallpaper or anything. It had a nice little fireplace, and it was plenty of room for Addaline. "This is perfect. Though, would it be possible for me to decorate the walls?" she asked.

"Of course, so long as they're not decorated with bullet holes." Mrs. Hudson said with an accusing look at Sherlock. "And keep in mind, I'm your landlady, not your housekeeper."

Addaline nodded and smiled sweetly. "Of course. I do love to cook. Perhaps you can join me once I get settled in, and I'll make you something good. Marsala perhaps?" she suggested.

Mrs. Hudson looked back at Sherlock and gave him a small nudge. "I like this girl, she's very sweet. Would be good for you." she said, which made Addaline give a small giggle.

Sherlock gave a roll of the eyes. "You think every nice girl is good for me." He said, crossing his arms a bit. "She's not my house keeper either. She just enjoys getting me things."

"Do not. Now, I'm going to go make tea." Mrs. Hudson said and left them alone.

Addaline looked around the flat and smiled warmly. "I have some good ideas for painting the walls." she said and looked back at Sherlock. "Now, temporarily, until my stuff gets here. Could I stay with you?"

Sherlock gave Mrs. Hudson a smirk and rolled his eyes. He looked over at her nodded slightly. "Of course. You'll probably enjoy John's company more than mine how ever."

Addaline walked over and took his arm lightly. "Oh? And what makes you think that, hmm?" she asked as she started leading him back to his own apartment down the stairs. There was a note on the door from John, saying Sherlock was right about the waitress from before, and that he would be out for the night.

Sherlock plucked the note off the door and read it, chuckling lightly. "According to most, John's far more bearable of a human being." He said, leading her into the flat.

"Ah yes, but they're not me." Addaline pointed out and looked around curiously. She noticed the skull and grinned widely. "You have one too? Oh thank God I'm not the only one with one. I scared a lot of people out of my apartment with it." she said. She looked around slowly and folded her hands behind her back. Curiosity was getting the best of her, but she didn't want to touch anything, in case it was where it was meant to be. It was rude to touch people's things without asking, that much she knew. "The flats aren't all that different than the ones in New York.." she said out loud.

Sherlock slipped off his coat and hung it over a chair, smiling at her comment of the skull. "Indeed. I think everyone should have one." he said, following her further. "Is it not? I would think that they are very different indeed.."

Addaline looked back at him and realized he was sort of close. Remembering her thoughts in the car again, she quickly looked back to the pictures on the mantle. "They're pretty much the same really. Only difference is when you look outside. Scenery makes a big difference."

"Mm.. More city view, I assume?" Sherlock asked, standing very close. Practically right behind her. Not that he particularly noticed though.

Addaline nodded. "Yeah. That's one thing I've always loved about it out here. It's a lot less crowded." she said and smiled fondly. "Came here as a teenager with my parents and my brother. Got lost in the crowds. I wasn't all that scared though." she said, though it wasn't fully true. She was only 13, so she had cried when she realized how lost she was, and some other teenagers helped her find her parents and brother, though she couldn't remember who they were.

"Huh... That sounds oddly familiar." He rested his chin on her shoulder, trying to think back. "I was about 14, I think... Some girl was lost and I, and a few others who hung around me, god knows why, helped her find her parents. Funny enough, she was American."

Addaline looked back at him with eyebrows knitted together. "No, you don't think...." she said, looking at him with that odd look. "Really? Seriously?"

He gave a light shrug, then pulled away to get a cigarette from it's hide away. "It's a possibility, as is anything. Not saying it's true."

Addaline looked down slightly, then took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Sherlock would've recognized it as going to a mind palace, but instead of a palace, Addaline's was a mind beachhouse. When she did it, she tapped her long fingers together in a small, rhythmic pattern and she hummed softly. After a few moments, her eyes snapped open. "Nope. It was you. But I didn't recognize you. I knew I recognized Mycroft from somewhere."

Sherlock gave a light chuckle; whether is was sad or not was hard to tell, even for her. He poured them each a cup of coffee and nodded. "Mycroft is a pretty hard man to forget, what with his charm and pleasant outlook."

Addaline looked at him with a little concern, but shrugged it off and took the coffee greatly. She was about to take a sip when he mentioned Mycroft being charming and pleasant. "You're joking, right?" she asked. "I don't remember him as that. He was an asshole." she said bluntly, taking a sip of her coffee.

Sherlock gave a light snort and smirked. "He was to you as well? That was usually a side only I was gifted enough to see." He rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee.

"I'm surprised you don't remember that much detail of what happened." Addaline said with a light chuckle. "It was you that wanted to help me, and all he did was bitch about it. Truthfully, I wanted to punch him in the face, but because you gents were so nice enough to help me find my family, I decided against it at the time." she said and looked up at him over the edge of her coffee cup as she took a sip, and smiled softly. "Thank you for that, by the way. My brother will want to thank you too if he finds out." she said.

"I tend to ignore everything Mycroft does, mostly because it's not worth remembering. But now that it is, I'm going to have to do something awful to him." Sherlock gave a clever smirk, then raised a brow. "Your brother? Will he want to thank me or mistake me for Mycroft and attempt murder?"

Addaline chuckled softly. "Of course he won't. He's not dumb. He watched T.V. more than I do, and your face was all over it. He'll know you're Sherlock." she said and smiled fondly. "Don't harm your brother too much. He probably doesn't even remember what happened." she said, and decided to take a seat on the couch.

Sherlock pouted a bit at the mention of him on TV. He wanted to forget all that so terribly and go back to solving things underground like he once did. "Probably not. Mycroft doesn't have my memory." He shrugged and walked over, sitting by her on the couch and sighing. "Damn... Now I have to figure out what I'm going to do.."

Addaline looked over at him with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean?" she asked softly, taking another sip of that amazing coffee. She was odd, drinking it without sugar or milk.

"I "died" on bad terms. Now I have to figure out how to get back into doing that I love most while not letting John cast me into this fame again." Sherlock shrugged and sighed, leaning against the couch.

"Well first off, no more blog." Addaline said with a soft smile. "I hacked into it for you on that part. He can't get into it now. Don't tell him I did that, I wouldn't want him upset with me." she said with a grin. "As for getting back into it, do what you did before anyone knew about you. Lestrade. He can help." she suggested and leaned into his shoulder randomly. He was comfortable.

”Does he even want me?” Sherlock asked lowly, his expression drooping.

Addaline looked up at him and let out a soft sigh, putting her coffee down. "Of course he does." she said softly and took his hands gently. "He still believes in you. Not everyone believes whats in the media, Sherlock." she said and gave a chuckle. "You've got your own little fanclub out in America really."

Sherlock looked up at her in adorable yet curious confusion. "A fan club in America? Unexpected.."

"Oh yeah, it's real popular. Both my cousin and my brother are in it. They love your cases, but I like it for the deduction, the cases I mean." Addaline said and remembered her brother was bringing her things. "Oh man... he's going to probably squeal a bit. Just warning you."

Sherlock raised a brow. "Am I going to meet him?" He questioned, a little disappointed that she wasn't in the club too.

"Possibly, if you want to. If not, we can just say this is a different Baker street, and a different 221B." she said with a smile. "You could always hide and I can distract him." she offered as well and nuzzled his shoulder. She could see his shoulders droop slightly in his disappointment. Of course she wasn't going to admit that she was in it. She would never admit it for fear of embarrassing herself.

"I don't mind." Sherlock shrugged lightly and looked down to her, perplexed by the affection again. "I take it things like that don't spark your interest?"

Addaline smiled, enjoying seeing him look confused. She enjoyed showing the affection because it confused the great Sherlock Holmes. "What do you mean?" she asked. "What things?"

"Fan clubs and all that. You said your brother and cousin were in the fan club, however you did not say you were. Thus takes me back to my original statement that that type of activity doesn't spark your interest." He nodded, concludingly.

"I'm in a dog fanclub." Addaline said with a smile. "I do like some fan clubs, but only of my interests." She said. "I'm more of a music and movie person myself."

Sherlock seemed to pout in a child like way. He knew she wasn't saying that he didn't interest her, but he wanted to see if she would feel bad about saying it. "A movie and music person that happens to love cases?"

Addaline looked at him with a studying look for a moment. "Yeah... I do love cases... crime novels, etcetera." she said and kept studying him. He was pouting, why was he pouting? It made her feel oddly uncomfortable, and it did manage to make her feel slightly guilty.

Sherlock jumped for joy mentally at the reaction. "So why don't you like my fan base?" He questioned cutely.

Addaline caught on. "Ah, well. I guess I just haven't gotten around to it." she said with a light shrug.

"So you do like it." He retorted with a light grin.

"I like the cases." Addaline corrected, smirking. "I followed John's blog before I hacked into it and shut it down for you." she said, then grinned. "So, what ever did happen to that lovely hat?"

The instant the hat was mentioned, Sherlock sulked. "I hate that hat... John won't let me burn it or shoot it.."

Addaline chuckled softly and moved back over more to his side and rested her chin on his shoulder. "Oh, I don't know... I'd say you looked pretty sexy in that hat.."

Sherlock glanced over, raising a lone brow at her. "It's an ugly hat. I can't look attractive in an ugly hat. I hardly like hats to begin with. More of a scarf person. But you've already got that worked out haven't you?" He gave a slightly amused smirk.

Addaline grinned. "Ah, but it's not the hat that makes you sexy, it's you that makes the hat sexy." she pointed out. "And yes, that's why it's so easy to get cloroform in your scarves." she aslo pointed out.

Sherlock leaned against the couch and raised his brow. "Do I?" He chuckled at the cloraphorm comment. "Yes yes.."

Addaline smirked. "I wonder what else is easy to put in those scarves.." she said with a joking tone. Of course she wouldn't drug him, that would just be mean.

Sherlock smirked. "Food. Drinks. Cigarettes. don't tell John."

"What, does he not want you to eat and drink?" Addaline joked. She had been a smoker when she had been with the police force, but she quit and hadn't wanted one since she'd been shot. "I won't tell John, don't worry."

Sherlock chuckled lightly. "No, he doesn't want me to smoke." He got comfy back on the couch. "My scarf is my hiding palce for them."

"Ah, well that I can understand. I mean, my brother didn't want me smoking either." she pointed out. As if on que, her brother knocked on the door, though it was open and he could see his sister well. He looked a little jet-lagged. "There you are... So, what tro-" he stopped and stared at Sherlock and had to adjust his glasses. "I-is that..."

Sherlock looked up at the door and gave a quick wave of the hand. 'Hello there. MAy I help you?"

Jameson looked as though he couldn't breathe, which would be true. "I-I... uhm... oh my God.... hah.... uhm..." he couldn't form words.

Addaline let out a sigh and counted down from three, and on one, Jameson's eyes rolled in the back of his head and he fell backwards. "Yeah... remember when I said he was part of your fanclub? I wasn't lieing."

"Ah, that's your brother." Sherlock nodded, getting up and walking over to him. He scooped the young man up and placed him on the couch.

Addaline sighed and got up, getting the two bags he had dropped when he had fainted. "I gotta go to his car and get my dog and the rest of my stuff. Keep an eye on him please?"

"Yes ma'am." He jokingly saluted her, making sure Jameson was comfortable. He pulled up a chair, folding his hands infront of his mouth and watching

Addaline brought the bags upstairs, then went back down and thanked the taxi, paying him for her brother. Her dog, Jericho, greeted her with licks to the face. "Yes yes, I missed you too. Go on, into there." she said and shook her head as the dog bounded up the stairs. Jericho sat outside Sherlock's door, staring in with his tail thumping against the floor. He smelt Jameson, but never entered a room before Addaline said it was okay. Addaline came right up the stairs behind him. "Wrong flat." she said to the dog with a chuckle, going up the stairs with the last of her boxes and bags. The dog stayed however, looking at Jameson on the couch with a whimper.

Sherlock looked up and stared at the dog.He whistled lightly, tapping his knee to call the dog over. "He's very obediant." He called out to her when the dog wouldn't move.

Addaline came back down the stairs and ruffled his fur and walked into the room, the dog right behind her. "Yup. He was my partner, and when I retired, so did he." she grinned and contemplated drawing up a chair next to Sherlock's. Instead, she flopped down right in his lap. "Soo... furniture wasn't there. Guess I'll have to ask him about it when he wakes up." she said, watching her brother as Jericho licked his face.

"Partner in stripping?" he asked, chuckling. He jumped lightly when she sat on him and watched her, one eyebrow cocked. "... Furniture wasn't so I've become a chair?"

"From the force, goofball." Addaline chuckled softly. "No, I just decided I didn't want to pull up a chair, so I decided to sit on you. And might I say, you're quite comfortable." she said and nuzzled his cheek affectionately.

Sherlock nodded with a grin and let her sit on him. He was still for the nuzzling, then looked back at the couch. "So is he going to wake up?"

Addaline shrugged. "Who knows..." she said, and with a reluctant sigh after a moment, she got up and went into the kitchen and found some black pepper. She walked over and put some under her brother's nose, and watched as he sat up and sneezed and coughed.

Sherlock wanted to laugh, but figured that was impolite. "That wasn't nice, Miss Addaline." He gave a quick smirk only she could see.

Addaline chuckled and smiled softly at her brother as he sat up. "You okay there?"

Jameson nodded, his face turning red. "I-I am so sorry... I just got so overwhelmed..." he stuttered and gave Sherlock a pitiful face.

Sherlock eyed him cautiously, but nodded. "Don't worry about it." He said simply. "It's a pleasure to meet you... Jameson, right?"

Jameson nodded and smiled slightly. "Y-yeah." he stuttered and held out his hand to shake Sherlock's.

Addaline smiled softly as she watched them.

Sherlock gave a light handshake. "Nice name." He looked at Addaline. "... you both look nothing alike."

Addaline looked at Jameson and Jameson looked at her. "We have the same hair color... mine is just dyed." Addaline pointed out.

'Ah." Sherlock nodded. "but you don't have the same facial features."

Addaline looked at Jameson again, but he didn't look at her this time. "I guess it's just the way genes work." he said to Sherlock and stood up, adjusting his glasses. He looked back to his sister and ignored Sherlock's existance for a moment. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you with your luggage. Is there anything else you need from me?"

Addaline shook her head and smiled. "No, I'm alright. Are you staying in town?" she asked and smiled widely when her brother nodded. She got up and hugged him. "I'll see you later then." she said, and waved to him as he left.

sherlock stared at Jameson. "Different fathers?" he said suddenly, standing as Jameson stopped. "No no no... It can't be different fathers. You would have had something similar. Facial structure, eye color, something. But you both have nothing alike... I bet your hair color isn' even the same shade of brown. If it was different mothers, it would be the same case. Leaving only one thing... One of you is adopted."

Jameson's eyes narrowed dangerously at Sherlock. He was about to bitch him out, but Addaline was the first to speak. "What?" she stood up and noticed the look on her brother's face, and she could read it oh so well. "It's me..." she said softly and walked up to him. "I'm the one that's adopted..."

"Addaline..." Jameson started, but couldn't finish when he got punched square in the jaw, and Addaline stormed off down the stairs, going outside and storming down the street. Jericho wanted to follow her, but he was closed in, and whimpered.

Sherlock realized he crossed a line and got up, looking at Jameson. "I'm very sorry, I didn't-" He was cut off by the boy's fist saying hello. As he stormed out, Sherlock sighed and adjusted his jaw, looking around. He went over to Jericho and put a leash on him. "Can you help me find her?" The dog made a confused noise. Sherlock sighed and looked at the chair.. Her gloves. He picked them up and let the dog sniff it, then was yank out of the room. "SLOW!"

Addaline stormed for a while, until she got lost. She looked around and didn't know where she was, and let out a soft sigh. "Like old times.." she mumbled, looking around. She saw an old bar and walked in. The entertainment was horrible, and she walked over to the bartender and asked permission to go up. She smiled and walked over to the stage and dismissed the old man doing the entertainment, which he didn't complain. She started playing the guitar and singing a song, and it seemed to liven up the place a lot.

Sherlock followed the dog until he stopped and stared at the bar door. Sherlock heard her singing and tied Jericho to the front. "Stay." He said, then walked in. The detective stared as she sang and leaned against the wall, waiting for her to see him.

Addaline didn't pay much attention to the faces in the crowd, at least not for a good hour or so. She was thinking as she was singing, and though she was trying not to, her emotions showed through her singing. Eventually she bowed to the crowd which cheered for her and got off the stage. The bartender walked up to her and offered her a job. "I would be honored, thank you." Addaline said with a smile and gave him her number. She looked up and saw Sherlock and she looked away.

Sherlock walked over quickly and linked arms with her, whispering lightly. "Just come with me so that I can properly apologize. Jericho is also lonely uotside."

Addaline was about to protest, but he mentioned Jericho. "You left him alone outside?" she said and immediately went outside to check on him. She petted his fur and spoke softly to him, getting a gentle lick to the face in return. Jericho could tell what she was really feeling. "I can't believe he actually listened to you."

Sherlock followed quickly and petted the dog. "I made him smell your gloves. I bet he figured you were upset... I'm sorry, Addaline. I crossed a line I wasn't suppose to."

Addaline looked over at him, and could easily read that apologizing wasn't something he did normally. "I'm not mad at you... I'm mad at my brother... or at least someone I thought to be my brother..." she said bitterly.

"You grew up with him in a family which cared for each other with love and compassion. He is your brother." Sherlock placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Though he probably is leaving my fanclub as we speak."

Addaline smirked. "Yeah, probably." she said and stood up with a sigh. "He's probably going to be mad at you for a while." she said and scratched the back of her head. "Don't worry, I still like you."

Sherlock sighed and nodded. "Most people are..." He looked up, then smiled lightly. "Thank you..."

Addaline looked up at him for the first real time and noticed his jaw was star
ting to bruise. Her facial expression changed into one mixed with confusion and concern as she gently put her hand on the bruise. "What happened?"

Sherlock tilted his head, confused a moment before she touched his face. He smiled lightly. "I attempted to apologize to Jameson. He didn't take it as well as you."

Addaline sighed and shook her head. "That moron..." she mumbled and took his hand after untieing Jericho. "Come on, let's go home and get some ice on that, okay?"

Sherlock shrugged. "I was wondering if we could go for dinner first?" He suggested with a sly smile.

Addaline looked at him with a slightly confused expression. "Dinner?" she questioned. "Why would you want to go to dinner when I can just make it at home?" she asked him, her own smile coming in.

"Because I'm attempting to apologize and make it up to you. If I make you cook dinner, that defeats the purpose." He chuckled

Addaline let out a sigh, then smiled. "Alright alright. Let's just drop him off home." she said and ruffled jericho's ears. "Though, I do make a mean italian dinner... and I could always borrow some candles from Mrs. Hudson to make it extra special." she said with a wink. She was back to her old self now.

Sherlock chuckled lightly. "Yes but making you cook for me won't be me treating you to dinner." He smiled, walking back with her.

"You're not making me, you're getting an offer. I love to cook, and don't get to do it all that often. Also, Mr. Holmes." she started, poking his arm, "John was telling me that you don't eat well." she scolded.

Sherlock chuckled and petted the dog. "Do as you wish, then..." He rubbed his arm at the poke and rolled his eyes. "John doesn't know what he's talking about."

Addaline chuckled. "Well still. He hasn't lied to me yet, and he's been your roommate for a long while. I think he knows your habits by now." she said. They finally got to Baker Street and she smiled. "He also warned me that you never have food in the house. I'll see what Mrs. Hudson has. Head upstairs." she smiled.

"I eat fiiine." Sherlock sighed. "And I have food in the house this time. Why, we have two beer cans that may or may not be empty, a half full box of tea bags and two bagels." He crossed his arms pompously.

Addaline stopped and looked at him. "Sherlock, that's not food, that's a snack." she shook her head with a chuckle. "I'm going to make chicken marsala." she said and went into Mrs. Hudson's apartment after a knock and a come in. It was a little bit, but she came back out with all of the ingrediants she needed, a large box of candles being kicked around by her feet, and two nice plates. Also, a take-out box. "She wants left overs. I'm gonna make sure theres enough for her and John as well." she grinned. "Could you grab the candles?"

"It's food." He argued, walking up stairs. He looked up when she came back in and walked over, picking up the candle box. "Is John even coming home tonight?" He rolled his eyes.

"I have no idea. If he doesn't, hey, it just means more alone time with me. Think you can handle it?" Addaline teased, putting the stuff in the kitchen. She walked back over to the candle box and started setting them up all around the couch table, the long one that was the only table not cluttered by stuff. She put two pillows down on the floor, which they would sit and eat on the table itself.

Sherlock watched as she set everything up, following about ten feet behind. ".... I feel like you're trying to apologize to me... Do you need help?"

Addaline looked back at him and smirked. "Aren't you supposed to be apologizing to me?" she questioned, then finished up. "Nope. I'm not apologizing, I'm taking care of you. There is a difference." she smiled slightly, then went to the freezer. Ignoring the brain in there, she grabbed a pack of frozen peas and gently held it against his cheek.

"I am, but you're doing all of this for me." Sherlock leaned against the wall and shivered at the cold pack. "The brain was a prank to pull on Mrs. Hudson."

Addaline smiled. "Well, your company is enough for me." she said and made him sit down so she could reach with the ice pack easier. "And a good prank it was."

He grinned. "Did she see it already? Was she mad?" He chuckled, placing a hand over hers on the pack.

"She didn't say anything about it, so I don't think she's seen it yet." Addaline said with a chuckle. "I want to be here when she does though."

"John is going to have a fit." Sherlock grinned excitedly.

"He seems like he'd be more used to it by now." Addaline thought and smiled softly. She stood up and moved the pea pack to check on the bruising. "Hmmm... perhaps we should go back to the hospital..." she said in a worried tone.

"Yes but he gets in a tizzy with me when I pick on Mrs. Hudson." He shrugged. With a raised brow, he waved it off. "Naah. It's fine. It'll heal in maybe a week or two."

Addaline chuckled. "I can see why he would, she's a sweet lady." she said and walked over to the stove. She looked back over her shoulder as she started to prepare the food. "If it's not better in two weeks, you're going whether I have to drag you or not."

"She's a sweet lady but still tough as nails in a blender." He chuckled. "I don't want o go to the hospital. It will be fine."

"Two weeks, Sherlock." Addaline said with a wag of her finger as she started to cook. It only took about fifteen minutes for her to do up, and she even did pasta with it. She put the food neatly on plates and brought it to the table, and started lighting the candles, and turned off the lights. There were so many candles, it gave a nice glow to the room, and they could see everything they were doing. "Come sit down and eat." she said.

He watched her and gave a light smirk, walking over and sitting down. "Thank you, Addaline." He smelled the food and gave a moan of approval. "This smells amazing."

Addaline sat down and chuckled. "Eat up, there's plenty." she said and took a bit from his plate onto a fork and held it out for him with a sly smirk on her face.

Sherlock looked at her and smiled, taking a bit and savoring the taste. "Mmm... Fantastic." He got some onto another fork and held it out to her.

Addaline chuckled and took the bite he offered. "Mmm. Yup, I did good." she chuckled.

He smiled sweetly and began eating quietly. "Perhaps after we should call your brother.."

Addaline rolled her eyes. "I don't want to talk to him right now." she said bitterly.

"Then I'll call him after." He said and munched on a piece of chicken, purring lightly.

Addaline smiled slightly. "I can see that going well." she said. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and she took it out, looking at it before answering. "Hello Lestrade." she said. She looked at Sherlock with a smile. "We're eating dinner." she said. "Yes, he's actually eating." she said with a chuckle. She listened to what the detective had to say. "I'm going too you know. Sherlock is supposed to still be laying low. After all, everyone thinks he's still dead. No Lestrade, I'm going. End of discussion. We'll be there after dinner." she said and hung up.

Sherlock glanced at the phone and rolled his eyes when he heard Lestrade, mocking him with his hands everytime he spoke. "He's so droll."

"Yeah. He doesn't even want me to come on this one for some reason." Addaline said and took a bite of chicken. "I guess he already has a case for you."

"I wonder what the reason is..." Sherlock shrugged. "Though I'll probably be able to figure it out once I see him." He clapped his hands together. "Almost forgot." He walked into his bedroom, shuffled around for a bit, then went to the kitchen and came back with two glasses and a bottle of wine. He popped the top and poured them each a glass. "I'm sorry." he smiled.

Addaline watched him with a confused expression, then gave a light laugh. "Why thank you." she said with a smile. "What a way to apologize, getting a girl drunk. You're such a charmer."

"I'm not trying to get you drunk." Sherlock looked jokingly offended. "I am simply offering a drink that way if you harbor some malice towards me, it'll hopefully be gone." he chuckled

"It's not towards you." Addaline chuckled and took a sip of the wine. "Hmmmm 1875.... red grapes... from California, good choice."

"California is a lovely place for wine." He smiled, sipping his slowly. "Mm..."

Addaline took another sip and gave him a grin. "Gonna defiantly have to get a taxi." she said with a wide grin.

"Indeed." He chuckled. "Though I won't drink more than this glass. Don't need Lestrade seeing me drunk."

"Has anyone seen you drunk?" Addaline questioned with a smirk.

"John did. Once. Apparently I dance weird." He shrugged. "He has it recorded somewhere and I hid it."

Addaline chuckled. "Well, I'll just have to find it then." she said with a wide grin.

”You wont. He smiled charmingly. I hid it in as place that i wouldnt find if if i didnt already know.”

"I am able to think like you." Addaline smirked. "So I might be able to find it."

"Nope." Sherlock sipped his wine, grinning. "I didn't think like me when I hid it, just in case something like this happened."

"Trust me, I'll find it." Addaline said in pure confidence, sipping her wine and finishing up her food.

"Good luck." He grinned lightly, finishing his plate and wine.

Addaline gave a grin and took all of the empty plates and glasses, bringing them over to the sink. She wrote a note saying she'd do them when they got back, and grabbed her coat. "Come on. Let's go see what Lestrade wants bedore he has kittens."

"I'll go in a bit." He said, getting up and beginning to wash the dishes. "Lestrade can wait."

Addaline rolled her eyes with a chuckle and crumpled up the note she wrote, throwing it expertly into the trash. She then proceeded to put her jacket back on the back of one of the chairs and hugged Sherlock from behind, nuzzling her face inbetween his shoulder blades.

Sherlock stayed quiet as he washed the dishes, putting them into the drainer. he tensed a little when she hugged him and looked back at her over his shoulder. "You're pretty affectionate, aren't you?"

"Yeah, a lot of people don't stick around long enough to see that part of me. You know, being smarter than they are, and all." she said, and chuckled. "It doesn't help either that they mistake being a stripper at one point for being a whore." Addaline said with a bitter smile.

He picked up quickly on the bitter tone in her voice and put away the dishes. "Well they are obviously terrible people who don't think with anything other than a hard on. You're a lovely lady, and quite the lady at that, and I think, though what I think may or may not matter depending on the thoughts you've already contracted, that you are a fine young woman who doesn't need them." He shifted and turned, facing her as she hugged him.

Addaline chuckled. "I wish that was all it was." She said and looked up at him. "Being a super sleuth, and deducting things about others, can be a lonely life. You sort of have this bad habit of pushing others away, just because you can tell everything about them just by looking." she said. "That, and I'm not always as nice as I seem you know. You just have yet to see anyone annoy me."

The machine of a man gently brushed her cheek with his knuckles. Ah, that lonely life he knew all too well. "alone protects people like you and me. However, we can find company in those who think like us... And John."

"You're lucky to have a friend like him." Addaline said and let her eyes flutter closed as his knuckles ran against her soft skin. "I was not so fortunate, but then again, it didn't bother me all that much. I actually found a friend in Irene, if you would think that possible."

"Ah. Yes. Irene. I can see the... Friendship she can provide. However odd it may be." He shrugged. "I saved her more than once."

"Yeah, so she told me." Addaline said with a smile, opening her eyes to look at him.

"Did she? Did she also fill your head with disturbing accusations?" he smirked.

Addaline chuckled. "Actually, no. She was a great teacher." she said and gave a wink before grabbing her coat again. "No more dawdling."

"Oh hooray." Sherlock sarcastically cheered and walked over, slipping on his jacket. He pulled out his cellphone. "Dial the number."

Addaline looked at him with a raised brow, then took out her own phone and sent a text saying they were on their way. "Shall we?" she said and walked past him down the stairs. "Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock and I are going out for a while. That dinner is on the stove all ready for you and John, whenever he gets home." she called out. Mrs. Hudson opened her door and smiled. "Okay, be careful! And thank you!:

"Good bye Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock waved. "And not Lestrade's number." He mumbled. "Your brothers." He again held out his phone.

Addaline looked back at him and sighed. She took his phone and dialed her brother's number and held it to her ear, but it went right to voicemail. "...that's odd."

Sherlock tilted his head. "Did he not answer?"

"His phone is off." Addaline said and handed his phone back to him. "He never has his phone off."

Sherlock frowned and put his phone back in his pocket. "... Odd... Perhaps it died."

Addaline started to look worried as she put her hands into her pockets. She worked things out in her head quickly. "Something has happened to him..."

Sherlock shook his head. "I doubt it. He wouldn't have driven recklessly, he wasn't angry enough to."

Addaline raised a brow. "Oh, you haven't the slightest." she said as the taxi was being hailed and it finally came over. She opened the door and hopped in.

Sherlock scooted in after her, Jericho hopping in and snuggling on his lap. "Op-op. Wait. Dog. What are you doing?"

Addaline watched and chuckled. "It seems he has a new friend, and wishes to tag along." she said and scratched Jericho between the ears lovingly.

Sherlock patted the dog gently. "Well then...."

Addaline gave a chuckle as Jericho licked Sherlock's cheek and hopped down to lay on the floor at their feet. It was a slobbery one, so Addaline took her sleeve and wiped it for him with a smile. "It's rare for him. He doesn't even like my brother."

Sherlock twitched a little at the slobby kiss, but smiled at her. "Really? I would think he'd love the both of you."

"Oh definitely not." Addaline said with a chuckle. "Jericho hates my brother, and pisses on his stuff." she said bluntly. She didn't really connect the dots that it meant her brother wasn't as nice as he acted. That was the one problem with having actual emotions; it clouded her view of what her brother truly was.

He frowned. "... You're brother isn't hurtful, is he? Because I might have to return the punch if he is."

"Hurtful? Oh no. He's just a bit temperamental and sometimes eccentric, but never hurtful." Addaline said with a chuckle at his sudden concern.

Sherlock still was weary. "Are you sure? He's never put you down?"

"He doesn't approve of my job choices. Didn't like it when I was a bartender, when I was a cop, and definitely not as a stripper." Addaline said and smiled. "He voices his opinion, but he knows in the end it's my choice."

He nodded. "It's your life. If you're happy, then he shouldn't argue.."

Addaline smiled softly and leaned against Sherlock, resting her head on his shoulder. "Exactly. See? At least someone gets it."

Sherlock shrugged. "I get most things people don't and hardly any of the things people do."

Addaline smiled still and let her eyes drift closed. "I'm glad that I'm not the only one anymore." she said.

Sherlock watched her quietly, then lazily let his head lean on her head.

Addaline smiled softly to herself and nuzzled his shoulder. They got to New Scotland Yard and looked up. "Here we are." she said fondly and climbed out. She waited for Sherlock to lead the way, since she'd only been here once and forgot where Lestrade's office was, since it didn't seem important to know at the time.

Sherlock nodded and hopped out, leading Jericho to the office. "You might want to wait out here. Lestrade probably wants to yell at me for a bit."

Addaline nodded and chuckled softly. "Take Jericho with you for protection." she said. They walked through the building, and she instantly started analyzing everything, and grimmanced slightly for what she was seeing. There was a slut around, though Addaline couldn't see who it was quite yet. She wasn't around, but a lot of the men in the office had the same smell on them, and the marks on their neck, just behind their ear. She rolled her eyes and tucked the information away for later. Once they got in front of Lestrade's office, and before he came out, Addaline took Sherlock's free hand and leaned up, kissing his cheek. "For good luck." she smiled.

Lestrade opened his office door and gave Addaline a nod. "Come in, Sherlock." he said. Once the sleuth did, Lestrade shut the door and waited for Sherlock to try and guess what was going on, rather than starting to talk and to be interrupted.

Sherlock blushed lightly but smiled and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek in return. "So did you have fun in the closet?" he asked. "There's a mark behind your ear and there is mopping liquid on your trouser leg."

Donovan walked out and saw her, striding over. "So... You're Sherlock's new favorite? Heh. I'd be careful if I was you."

Lestrade cleared his throat. "That wasn't me in the closet, Sherlock." he said. "My wife stopped by." he said calmly. "What makes you say that, anyhow?"

Addaline leaned comfortably against the wall of the office, and looked Donovan up and down for a moment. "Oh? And why would you be telling me to be careful, hmm?" she questioned. The smell of this woman's perfume was the one most of the men were wearing. Except for Lestrade. Nope, his wife really had visited for "lunch."

"Donovan came out of the closet not too long ago with Anderson. Thought you might have been in on that." Sherlock shrugged.

"Sherlock's a bit of a lunatic if you haven't already noticed... Wouldn't want the new girl to end up in a body bag because of him." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Her shirt was buttoned off and her pants were a bit wrinkled.

Lestrade shook his head. "Defidently not. Now, why I brought you here..." he said and went to a small T.V., turning it on. It was Moriarty, holding up an unconcious Jameson's head up by his hair. He was saying that he kidnapped the brother, then let the unconcious man's head drop. "Sherlock, sherlock... this is for you.... come out and play, Sherlock. I'm absolutely bored. If not... she's next." and the video ended.

Addaline's eyes narrowed elegantly on her face, and she pieced everything together. That was all she needed, was this bitch to say something about Sherlock. "I'm not the one you should worry about being in a body bag." she said. "Especially if you're not getting tested, after all your adventures." she said and counted out the men in the room that she'd spent sexual time with. "Ten in this room alone? Wow, you are a busy slut, aren't you?" she said and grinned at the other woman's clothes. "And you don't even clean up well afterwards. What a shame. You'd make a great whore."

Sherlock's eyes widened, watching carefully. "... He's somewhere on the outskirts of scotland." He motioned to a machine in the background. "Those are only made in Scotland and seeing as that it's an industrial, it would be ina factory."

Donovan's expression dropped as she began speaked and looked around, giving a nervous laugh. "Wh-what... What the hell are you talking about?"

Lestrade sighed. "Yes, but we can't trace it." he said and looked at Jericho as the dog scratched at the door. He could tell his master was getting angry.

"Oh sweetheart, don't play the innocent/dumb girl game. It ruins the sexiness you must have to get all those men, though it isn't much." Addaline said. "Perhaps it's just the fact that you're an easy lay."

Sherlock paused and looked at the door. He walked over, peeking it open and looking at the two.

Donovan glared, not knowning exactly how to come back. She turned quickly and stormed down the hall.

".... She's perfect.."

Lestrade raised a brow and held back Jericho. "What's going on out there, Sherlock?"

Addaline leaned back against the wall, not realizing Sherlock started watching. She brushed off her shoulders and fixed the collar on her leather jacket, and caught Anderson staring. "Ah, so you're her favorite toy, I see."

Anderson looked confused. "Who's fav-"

"AH, AH, AH! No. Don't speak Anderson." Sherlock walked over to Addaline. "Ignore him. Speaking to him or even near him kills braincells."

Addaline looked up at Sherlock and smiled. "What's going on? Are you and Lestrade done talking?" she asked.

Lestrade stepped out of his office and shooed Anderson away. "By the way, Sherlock... what happened to your cheek?"

Addaline looked at the still forming bruise and sighed. "I told him he should go to the hospital but he refuses. Two weeks I've given him, and he doesn't go, I'm going to drag him." she warned again and looked at the time, seeing that it was getting late.

"Yes, we are." He looked at Lestrade. "I'm attempting a new fashion statement. It makes me look more robust, does it not? No? Figured. Oh well." He smiled at Addaline. "It'll be fine. It doesn't even hurt anymore." He gave the man a pat on the back. "Come now. Home time."

Addaline tried not to laugh, because it wasn't supposed to be funny that he had a bruise on his face. She took his arm and smiled at Lestrade.

Lestrade nodded. "Remember the case, Sherlock." he warned. "We need to get on that right away."

Addaline stared at Lestrade, then gave Sherlock a stern look. "You're supposed to be having a low profile, Sherlock." she said in a scolding tone. "You shouldn't be on any case yet."

"On it, sir." Sherlock said with the utmost sarcasm. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek, taking th edog's leash and leading her outside. "I have to do this case... It's about your brother."

Addaline walked next to him and looked up at him. "My brother, hmm? What happened?" she asked, taking his arm gently as she walked with him. It was starting to mist out lightly, the mist clinging to their hair.

Sherlock looked over at her. She looked so sweet and peaceful, which threw him off because she was attatched to his arm. How could someone be so calm and at peace around him? Perhaps it was because they were alike. "... Perhaps we should have dessert first and then we'll discuss it... Maybe in the morning."

Addaline raised a brow when he diverted it. "Dessert? Where would you want to go?" she asked. As for talking about her brother, it was still in the back of her mind, and it was troubling her, since she had punched him in the face and had left off on such bad terms.

Sherlock smiled sweetly, walking down the street. "Perhaps the pastry shop down the street? They have fantastic pudding."

Addaline smiled up at him and chuckled. "Wherever you'd like to go. I still don't know the area all that well." she said as she walked with him. He felt warm next to her side, despite the cold English mist surrounding them like a blanket. She nuzzled his arm gently and chuckled softly. "Perhaps we can compose when we get back to the flat."

"Sounds like a date. Plan. Thing." He smiled, leading her down the street, and opened the door for her. It was aquaint little stop of many different pastries at the counter.

Addaline chuckled again at the way he stuttered over his words. "A date it is then." she confirmed and walked into the shop. Because it was raining inside, she did take Jericho in with her, and told him to remain silent, knowing he would obey without a peep. She then took off her jacket and hung it up on a hook that was in the doorway, adjusting the cuffs of her white shirt. She was regretting wearing jean capris, and was planning to change right when she got back home. As she thought of it as home, a fond smile formed on her lips and she looked at Sherlock.

He smiled sweetly and looked over the menu. "Mmm... New york cheesecake sounds good. What do you think?"

"That actually sounds really good. I wonder if it's any good compared to actual New York cheesecake." Addaline said with a grin, grabbing a menue and looking at it quickly. "Yup, that sounds great actually. A little taste of my old home." she said.

"And maybe a coffee too?" He suggested, ordering the two desserts. "They have a chocolate moosse that's very good aswell."

"Coffee sounds wonderful. I'm not a sweets kind of person most of the time." Addaline chuckled warmly and took his hands gently into her own.

He smiled softly and ordered two coffees as well, paying for them. He took the tray and led her over to a table, sitting down. "here we are.."

Addaline sat at the table and stretched slightly before taking her coffee and taking a sip. She didn't take it with sugar or milk, again. "Thank you, Sherlock." she said suddenly. "For everything you've done for me so far."

Sherlock chuckled lightly and sipped his coffee and smiled. "I should be thanking you. I'm glad that we've gotten along so pleasently."

Addaline nodded. "I agree. It's nice for a change." she admitted and took a moment to study him, something she found herself doing a lot lately. She studied his bruising jaw line, the depths of those sharp cheeks, those piercing eyes that sent a pleasent chill up her spine. It was something more than his looks and his mind that were attracting her to this man, she just couldn't tell what.

Sherlock found himself staring back after putting down his cup. He crossed his arms on the table and let his eyes earch her over and over. "... Why do you keep staring at my face? Is it the bruise? I'm telling you, it won't be too bad.. Give it a week."

"No, it's not just that I'm looking at." Addaline said softly with a smile. "I'm just admiring, I suppose." she admitted.

"Admiring what?" He asked, sitting up a little straighter. He'd never been admired by a sane person before.

Addaline chuckled at his question. "You, goof." she smiled softly. She rolled her eyes slightly at his surprised expression. "Don't look so surprised. I find you to be very handsome." she said.

He gave a light snort. "Not many people find me attractive, so my surprise is eniment." he looked at her. "But thank you..."

Addaline smiled warmly and put down her coffee to take his hands into her own, running her thumbs along the backs of his hands. "Sherlock, many people
probably do find you attractive, and you just haven't noticed." she pointed out with a chuckle. "I'll probably have to watch my back over someone that might get jealous or something."

Sherlock blushed lightly and laced his fingers carefully with hers. "... Irene I suppose liked me... But she got over that fairly quickly... And Molly did, but she fell in love with some judge... And Jim doesn't count. So, no.. You don't have to watch your back." He smiled softly. "If anything, I should watch out with you.."

Addaline listened to every word he had to say. "There are others, hiding in the shadows. For gods sake, you've got a fan club." she said with a grin. "I'm sure I'd be a target of theirs, but I can handle it." she said. When he mentioned about herself, she shook her head. "Besides Jameson, no. I don't have anyone even relatively like that. There was one, but he was murdered a long time ago. The murderer still hasn't been caught." she said with a slight shrug. "He was just a highschool sweetheart."

He gave a light laugh. "Fan club.. Right... I swear it's the hat they like." He listened when she said she had no one. "I find that hard to believe. Young, attractive, sexual. Seems like you'd have a fan club yourself.."

Addaline shook her head. "You got two out of three right." she said softly. "I'm not really all that sexual. I joke, but I'm not actually all that sexual." she repeated and smiled softly. "I'm more affectionate than anything, though people don't really believe it."

He watched her a smiled a little. "I can see it. Though, if you know Irene, you must have a bit of a sexual side, no?"

"Ah, but that's where I came in as a stripper. She was the new girl, and wanted to have her fun." Addaline said with a fond smile as she recalled meeting who was now one of her best friends. "We actually did a lot of talking, since I had just gotten over my injury." she said. "In fact, her and I moved in together, then I got my own place right next to hers." she said with a chuckle. "We've been good friends ever since, but nothing more than friends." she said with a grin. "She's been texting me, but I have my phone on silent, unless my brother calls."

"Really now? I feel as though thats out of character for her... Hm. Maybe she's changed since our last meeting." He shrugged and took a cite of pudding, holding the spoon on the edge of his lip in an adorable way.

"I think so. Did the Irene you know get engaged easily?" Addaline chuckled with a smile. It was true, Irene was now engaged to a man that just loved to be dominated, and who wrote crime novels. She couldn't help but to smile and grin widely as he looked so adorable, taking a bite of her cheesecake. "Wow, this is really good." she said with a smile.

"... Engaged?" Sherlock looked up. "Really? Then she has changed... A lot." He felt glad for Irene, which was an odd feeling to start with. "London has some fine pastry shops, but this one is my favorite. Would you like a bite of pudding?"

Addaline chuckled. "Well, I'd be afraid to see what she was like before." she admitted, before she tilted her head when Sherlock offered her some pudding. "Sure, it looks great." she admitted with a warm smile.

"Basic dominatrix with a lot of class and a bit more sadistic." He chuckled and held up a spoonful to her lips.

"Oh boy." Addaline said with a small chuckle and a roll of her eyes. She took the bite of pudding that was offered and let out a small moan of approval. "That is probably the best pudding I've ever had." she said with a grin. She took a bit off of her cheesecake and held it up to him. "Surprisingly, it tastes almost identical to actual New York cheesecake."

"It's suppose to." He smiled and leaned forward, taking a bite. "Mmm... That is fantastic."

"You'd be surprised, most New York cheesecake that's not from New York doesn't taste the same." Addaline explained, watching his facial features again. She started getting that same thought again; what would it be like to kiss him, and not shoving drugs down his throat with her tongue.

"Heh... Perhaps only New Yorkers know how to make it." He took another bite of his pudding ad noticed her staring. He felt oddly self conscious around her. Like he should look better.

The corner of her lips tugged up into a smirk in one corner, since she could tell he was getting uncomfortable with her staring. Instead of continuing, Addaline looked down at her cheesecake and took another bite.

Sherlock paid attention to his pudding, eating it quietly. He then noticed something rather odd... He didn't know what to talk about. In all honesty, for the first time in the detective's life, he was absent minded with not a thought in the world.

Addaline was having fun studying him every now and then, and it took her a moment to realize that he was being quiet. That was something Lestrade told her he just did not do. "Are you alright?" she asked, concerned.

"Hm? Yes, I just-... spaced out.." He said it as if he was confused that he actually did it.

Addaline smiled softly. "Ah, I see. Something you're not used to?" she questioned and took his hands gently. She managed to check his pulse through his palms, since she was curious at how she was making him feel.

His pulse was a bit high, meaning his heart was starting to race."Not at all... I'm always thinking. Always something on my mind and just... There was nothing. Not a thought in the world."

Addaline kept her smile the same. "It's odd, isn't it." she said and chuckled. "Just, not thinking..." she said and looked up at his face again and chuckled. "It makes people like us feel normal I guess."

"I don't like it." He gave a slight pout. "I enjoy it far more when I'm thinking. It makes me feel less useless."

Addaline gave him a disapproving look. "You're not useless." she said sternly. "Even when you're not thinking. I like to see you not thinking, you seem a little more relaxed than usual." she said. "I know I haven't known you long, but I can already tell a lot about you and your habits."

"From what John and Lestrade?" He smiled a little with a slight chuckle. "I bet they filled you in on all my odditites."

Addaline's smile returned slightly. "Mostly Lestrade. John didn't tell me all that much about you. It was Lestrade that told me about your personality. Except John was the one that told me you play the violin." she said.

Sherlock rested his head in his hand. "Knowing Lestrade he used some colorful words to describe it... And John told you about that? Why?"

"Because I found the violin string at the grave." Addaline said with a small smile. She reached out and ran her thumb over the small scratch that was still on his face from the snapping string. "So I asked, and from what research I did, I knew it couldn't be Mrs. Hudson that played. John didn't have the callicuses on his hands for playing, and I knew Lestrade from back when I was a cop. He wouldn't have the patience." she said and chuckled softly. "So I easily deducted it was you that played."

"An excellent deduction, Miss Wright." He gave that clever smirk. "I'd expect nothing less from a woman of your stature." He chuckled and took her hand, kissing the back lightly. "Kind of like I deducted by the 5 decorative buttons on your jacket that you collect buttons. Only one of them is needed for that style jacket, the rest are for show. And none of them match exactly, so you sewed them on yourself."

"Very good." Addaline said with a light laugh. When he had kissed the back of her hand, she wondered if he was doing what she had done, and if he was; he would've noticed that her pulse quickened slightly. "Can you tell my other hobby?" she questioned as she watched him. She loved to watch him deduct things, and it was another reason why she was on his fan page; a fact she would still not admit.

He kept her hand in his and let his eyes scatter over her form. He noticed the inside of her jacket had a smudge of paint. "You're an artist. By the splatter of paint, I would assume abstract or active painting." He tilted his head. "Though you're very precise, precise for portraits if need be."

Addaline grinned. "Well, I thought you would have figured out that little bit earlier when I had mentioned painting the walls of my flat before my furniture arrives." she said with a chuckle. "I'm planning to just have a little fun painting."

He smiled warmly. "I thought about it, but you said it in a monotone way, so I couldn't exactly see your perspective on it. How are you going to paint it?"

"Acrylics, then I'm going to put a clear coat over it to protect it. I was thinking of drawing the seasons in each room, since there is four. Winter in the kitchen, spring in the bathroom, summer in the livingroom, and fall in the bedroom." she said with a fond smile.

"Mmm... A scenic view and you don't even have to leave the house." Sherlock smiled, enjoying the idea. "I might have John do that to our apartment... I first have to get the bullet holes out."

"Exactly, it helps me to think when I'm at a loss." Addaline said with a chuckle, then looked at him with a raised brow. "Should I even ask what is with the bullet holes?" she questioned with a grin.

"Sometimes, I get excruciatingly bored and John isn't around to entertain me." He shrugged a little. "Thus, it's only fair that I find the nearest source. Usually, it ends up being a gun, a bow and arrow, sling shots, or, most recently, machetes."

Addaline couldn't help but to smirk. "Perhaps you need something to preoccupy your time better." she said and stared at him with her hazel eyes. She figured he wouldn't get it, but it was fun to tease him anyways.

"Such as sex?" He asked, smirking right back. He figured she would make a sexual innuendo, she was a stripper, after all. He could catch on to the jokes fairly quickly and tease back.

"Ah, so you're catching on." Addaline said, and couldn't help but to feel a little proud that he had gotten it. "Possibly, or just spending quality time with someone you enjoy being with."

"I thought that's what we were doing." Sherlock said coyly. He sipped his coffee again and glanced at the clock. "It's getting a tad late... Might I walk you home?" He smirked, knowing they lived in the same place.

Addaline grinned. "Why yes you may." She said and finished off her coffee and stood. She looked outside at the rain and grimaced slightly. "Ah England weather..."

Sherlock looked at the rain and slipped off his coat, placing it around her shoulders and formed his scarf into a hood for her. He offered her his arm and smiled. "Shall we?"

Addaline looked a bit surprised and looked up at him. She grabbed her coat and at least held it out to him. "At least put this on. I don't want to see you getting a cold." She said.

He chuckled and accepted the coat, placing it over his head since it had no hood. "Thank you. Now shall we hurry home?" He held out his arm.

Addaline rolled her eyes with a grin and took his arm. "Hope you're a fast runner." she said.

Sherlock calculated if what he was about to do was inappropriate or not but then realized... He really didn't care. He scooped her up into his arms and broke off into a sprint towards the house.

Addaline could see the calculating look and was about to say his name when he scooped her up. She let out a surprised squeak and wrapped her arms around his neck quickly, even surprised he could lift her so easily.

Sherlock ran as fast as he could, finally stopping in front of the door. He pushed it open, greeted by a startled Mrs. Hudson. "Gracious boy! What are you doing scaring me like that?" She noticed Addline in his arms and stood up straight. "Is she alright? Oh the poor dear-" "She's fine, Mrs. Hudson." He chuckled breathlessly.

Addaline looked a bit shocked. "I'm alright Mrs. Hudson." she said and let out her own breathless laugh. "That was just a little unexpected."

Sherlock gently put her down. "Thought I might be spontaneous for a moment." He smiled brightly. "Shall we?" He motioned up the stairs.

Addaline nodded and noticed his hair had gotten wet when he had started running. "Come on up to my flat. My furniture should be there by now. We'll get you dried off and then we can paint. If you'd like."

Sherlock looked at her, about to step towards his door. He smiled lightly and followed after. "After you."

Addaline chuckled and headed up the stairs, unlocking her door. She was instantly greeted by a wet Jericho. "He must've got impatient and came back here. I think Mrs. Hudson must have let him in." she said with a chuckle. There were tons and tons of boxes, and some big pieces of furniture, but nothing much more than a bed, couch, and a few tables. She figured she'd have to buy some new stuff eventually. The walls were white, and just ready to be painted. She uncovered the couch and smiled at Sherlock. "Take a seat while I find a towel." she said as she took off his jacket and scarf, hanging them up to dry.

Sherlock nodded and looked around the flat. He analyzed the furniture and everything in that room. "... Shes a minimalist..."

"No I'm not." Addaline answered from digging inside a box. She came up with a towel and walked over to him, putting it on his head and drying his hair. "I'm a pack rat. But I buy things in the city in which I'm living. I have four different apartments actually. One in New York, one in California, one in New Zealand, and now here."

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Jameson had planned it perfectly. He knew he was being followed and had allowed himself to be cloroformed. He groaned and opened his eyes slowly, realizing he was roped to a chair, most uncomfortably. "Nnngh... wh-where am I...?"

"Now now, sweetie. If I told you that then that would make be a terrible bad guy." Moriarty strode out to the platform of the warehouse. "... You're her brother, I take it?"

Jameson looked up at the mad man. "And what if I am? What's it to you?"

"Well, I'm close to you. And you're close to her. And she's close to Sherlock. So, in a weird way, I'm close to Sherlock." He grinned. "So. Jameson, right? How would you like to make a little story with me.."

Jameson wanted so much to smirk, but he kept up his facade. He knew this was the way he was going to get Sherlock away from his sister. Perhaps after all this, she'd learn to stay away from things that were bad for her. "Wh-what kind of story?" he asked, looking concerned and innocent.

Moriarty strode over and lifted his chin. "The kind where the hero dies, the villain wins, and you get to be my new little play thing.."

"And who would be the hero in this scenario?" Jameson questioned, though he really wasn't fond of the idea of being called a play thing.

"Sherlock. Holmes." Jim purred the name with spite and lust.

Jameson held back an eye roll at the way Moriarty said Sherlock's name. "As long as you bring no harm to my sister."

"The blonde one? Mmm... And what if I want to harm her? Perhaps mentally... Or physcially. Maybe."

Jameson's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I'd kill you without even blinking." he said, showing his true colors just in that simple threat to his sister.

"OOoohoohoo! That was invigorating!" Jim placed his hands on Jameson's arms. "And to what do I owe such... passion?" He leaned over and licked his ear. "Is she your baby sister? Does she mean so much to you..."?"

Jameson jolted at him. "She's my sister. Obviously you don't know what it's like to care about someone."

"Well of course I do." He leaned back and began circling the boy. "... What would you be willing to do for her?"

"Anything." Jameson answered, following Jim with his eyes. This guy was easier to play than he thought. Sure, he didn't want his sister to get hurt, but if she did, it would teach her the lesson he'd been so kind to try and to teach himself, which she did not pick up on.

Moriarty stared carefully into his eyes. A wide grin broke out on his face. "No you don't. You're a real good liar, you know that? Almost got me... So what's your game? You let yourself be caught."

Jameson looked up at Moriarty and rolled his eyes. "Ah, right, I forgot. You're just like him." he said and shook his hand, letting his hands go into his lap. He'd gotten out of the rope as soon as he woke up. He looked up at Jim again. "... I have a problem, and you have the same one: Sherlock. You can use my sister easily to get to him, and do it in a way that will want to keep her away from him." he said. "I really would do anything to keep her safe, including putting her in danger. I was the call that told you to go to La Sisca. I'm the one that left that scar on her stomach, the one who shot her." he said, not even showing any remorse or batting an eyelash

Jim listened carefully and stared at him. He plopped a seat in front of Jameson. "Let me tell you a story... Once upon a time, there was a princess being taken care of by a rowdy, dangerous Knight named Sherlancealot... One day, a dark knight named Jameson saw that the princess would only die if she stayed with Sherlancealot, so he sought the help of the sorcerer Moriarty..." he grinned. "They joined forces and sent Sherlancealot into a firey abyss to be torn apart by demons, saving the princess and living happily ever after...." he winked. "The. End."

Jameson listened to Moriarty, and a smirk played on his lips at the names he made up. Once the story was done, Jameson broke out into a grin. "That's perfect." he said and held out his hand to shake on it. "That's how we'll get rid of Sherlock..."

"Exceppt I think the demons in our story should be rabid dogs." He chuckled and kissed the back of Jameson's hand. "And perhaps acid."

Jameson smirked. "And serial killers with knives." he said. He didn't exactly know how to react with the back of his hand being kissed, so he just blushed slightly and smirked.

"Naaah. Other serial killers don't get to touch him. That's our fun to be had, not theirs." Jim helped him to his feet. "Tea?"

Jameson stood up and smirked. "Very true. Tea sounds fantastic. Just don't put anything into it." he winked playfully.

Moriarty gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I wouldn't even dream of it, love." He winked. "Make yourself cozy."

Jameson walked up from the basement quietly. He was curious to find out where he was, and if Moriarty had sent out anything. "So, any videos sent yet? I am a pretty good actor, but if it's needed, you can cloroform me again."

Jim poured them each a cup of tea and smiled. "Just one so far. Your face looked beautifully pained, by the way. Terribly arousing." He winked.

Jameson smiled. "I hope I didn't arouse you too much." he said truthfully. He hated when men said he caused them blue balls. He knew how it was, and felt bad when it happened.

"Aww don't worry about me. I fixed it soon after. But perhaps you can try again later." he sipped his tea, staring at him over the rim of his cup.

Jameson smiled. "I can try, though I don't know if I won't do all that well." he admitted with a chuckle. "That is, if you'd want to. I mean, I wouldn't want to force you to do anything."

Jim nearly choked on his tea, smiling brightly. "You're a virgin? Oh that's just so adorable... I would love to. but only if you're ready." He winked.

Jameson found himself blushing, not realizing his words had shown so much. He nodded. "I shall have to think about it." he said and sipped his tea slowly.

Jim smirked lightly and nodded. "Take your time... Now then. Busioness. How should we trap them?"

"You kidnapped me fairly easily. She has experience as a police officer, however." Jameson said and sipped his tea again. "And we have that damn dog to worry over."

"Yes... Perhaps I should take out the dog fisst." He thought outloud, tapping his lips. "That'll have her in enough dispair to make capture easy."

"Please do. I hate that beast." Jameson said with a shake of his head. "Dog knows me too well and doesn't like me near her." he said.

He smirked at Jameson. "Bring him to me. I could make it look like you escaped, get alone with the dog and I'll re-kidnap you. Don't worry.. I'm always watching.

Jameson smiled slightly. "Naah, I don't like getting my hands dirty." he said with a chuckle.

"Aww.. That's boring. You're going to let me do all the hard work? That's not how relationships go." He winked

Jameson grinned. "I have some ideas for my sister's torture." he said, leaning on the table with his chin in his hands. "A voice changer. I've recently created one that can mimic any voice you choose. We set it to Sherlock's, and put it on the most sexually pent up lackie you've got."

A wicked grin spread on his face. "Sexually pent up, you say? Jameson, how far are you willing to go with this..."

Jameson smirked. "As far as it takes for her to learn that some things are really bad for her. She has to learn the hard way for it to get through her head."

Jim looked down for a moment, the grin still on his face. He licked and bit his lip in thought. "So... Say I were to leave my most pent up henchman in an empty room with her... Perhaps a bit drunk... And told him to do whatever he wished while I grabbed some coffee... Would that be too far?"

"If she learns from it finally, then no." Jameson said, the smirk not leaving his face. "I shot her to make her learn her lesson about being a cop. Then she becomes a stripper. She needs to learn what happens to strippers." he said. He was clearly tapped.

Jim chuckled softly and lifted Jameson's face. "I think you're going to be my favorite.."

Jameson couldn't stop a light blush from spreading over his cheeks. "Is that so..." he mumbled softly, looking up at his fellow mad man.

He nodded and leaned over, kissing his cheek. "Very much so... now come. Let's get you a nice outfit."

Jameson smiled and got up, bringing the tea with him. "Perhaps you would perfer me in nothing, am I right?" he said, attempting to flirt. His blush darkened. "Sorry... that was horrible..."

Jim looked at him with an excited face. "Horrible, but the cutest thing I've ever heard. And I will eventually prefer you in nothing. Can't rush things now can we?"

"I don't like things that are rushed, I have to admit." Jameson said with a relieved smile. He couldn't help but to think in the back of his mind that the excited face was just the most adorable thing he had ever seen.

"Good. Then we'll take this nice and slow." He grinned and led him out of the little house that was across the street from Sherlock's flat.

Jameson looked across the street and couldn't help but to grin. "Ah, so I didn't end up going far I see." he said with a chuckle, taking Jim's arm lightly. "Should I really be so out in the open, being missing and all?"

Jim took off his hat and placed it on Jameson's head. "Probably not. But then again, ordinary people don't both noticing things."

Jameson smiled warmly and adjusted the hat on his head so it his his face from view. "True, but you never know who could be lurking around in the shadows." he admitted with a grin.

"Oh, don't worry. I know exactly who's lurking... And so do my henchmen." He grinned, leading him to a clothes shop.

Jameson looked around London with a sort of a dazed look. "You know... I've only been here once before." he said. "I really do like this city." he admitted. "There is just something about it."

"Lovely, isn't it? You should see it when it's in flames." He whispered in his ear. "At sunset, it's just a field of little flaming roses..."

Jameson chuckled. "Ah, that would be wonderful to see." he said and looked up at the sky. "You know, it's been a long time since I've watched a sunset of any kind." he said and softly let out a longing sigh.

Jim glanced at him and smiled. "Well then... The clothes can wait til tomorrow." He took him into a coffee shop and bought them both a cup of coffee and a cupcake, then led him out and back to the flat. He led him up the stairs to the roof, where a couple of chairs were. "This is the bestspot for one."

Jameson raised a brow slightly at the chairs and grinned. "I see you do this often?" he said and took a sip of his coffee, which was just perfect. He was a little OCD with things being perfect, and had to do most things in even numbers.

"Often yes, but usually by myself." He admitted. "There's a shortage of people wanting to hang out with psychopaths, it seems." He plopped down and sipping his.

Jameson smiled and took his hand gently. "Well, you're one of the most stand up psychopaths I have yet to meet." he said. "And I've met plenty, since I guess I could be considered one as well."

Jim chuckled and pulled Jameson onto his lap, nuzzling his back lightly. "Just because one is crazy, doesn't mean they can't be classy."

Jameson made a small squeak when he was pulled down, and blushed when Jim nuzzled his back. "Very valid point." he said with a managed chuckle. He felt like himself and Jim could have a good friendship, possibly even more. The prospect was an odd one.

The sun bean to set inch by inch. Jim rested his chin on Jameson's shoulder and smiled. "Mmm.. Lovely."

Jameson watched the sunset and smiled softly. "This is beautiful. You never see this in New York, not even on the rooftops." he said and leaned back against Jim with a sigh.

"Oh? Why not? Too much city?" He asked, taking another sip of his coffee.

"Exactly." Jameson said and sipped at his own coffee, letting out a sigh. "I hate the city." he said softly. "It's too much... and sometimes, it can get so boring, that I actually have to do something about it."

He wrapped his arms around the younger man's waist and looked up to him. "You should move here. There's always something to do or someone to kill in London."

Jameson looked thoughtful for a moment. "When my sister learns her lesson and is finally safe, then yes." he said.

"Yay! The I can see you all the time." He purred, planting a light kiss on Jameson's shoulder.

Jameson chuckled. "That's only if we can get Addaline to learn her lesson." he said and looked over his shoulder to look at Jim with a smile.

"No worries. We will. I mean, that's pretty messed up, but if it doesn't work, we can come up with worse." he grinned.

Jameson smirked and got comfortable against the other man, resting his head on his shoulder. "I'm sure you would come up with the most beautiful of stories." he said.

"Mmm... And then we could send them to John. Watch him squirm his way into insanity.."

"Mmmm, perfect. Good way to get him involved as well." Jameson said. He could see the mist starting to crawl over from the other side of the city, and he let out a chuckle. "Should we go inside before it starts to rain?" he questioned.

"Ooo! Johnny getting involved? Lovely..." He looked out and nodded. "Alright."

Jameson got up off the chair and held his hand out to Jim to help him up. "How does cuddling in front of the fireplace sound? You are really comfortable." he admitted with a small, shy smile.

Moriarty looked at him and smiled, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together. "Sounds like a fantastic night..."

Jameson smiled and led the madman back down the stairs and into the livingroom of his apartment. He went over the the fireplace and knelt down, starting up the fire.

Moriarty pulled over some starter logs, placing them in lighting them up. He went over to the couch and pulled over some cushions and a blanket, patting his lap for Jameson to sit.

Jameson blushed and smiled warmly. He walked over and carefully sat down in Jim's lap, not wanting to hurt him. Jameson rested his head on his shoulder and let out a soft, content sigh.

Jim wrapped his arms around Jameson's waist, letting him get comfy. "Mm.. You're gorgeous, you know.."

Jameson looked up at him, resting his chin on his shoulder. "Oh, am I?" he said with a bit of a sideways smirk. He studied the facial features of the psychopath for a moment.

"Positively divine." He smirked back, letting his fingers rub against the young man's hips. He stared into those soft brown eyes and smirked. "What are you looking at?"

Jameson caught himself blushing again and he cleared his throat. "I was just admiring.." he mumbled softly. He hated that he was still somewhat shy. For God sakes, he shot his own sister. He shouldn't be blushing around guys.

Moriarty rested his head on Jameson's shoulder. "I should be the one admiring you... I mean, your face is the loveliest shade of red right now. Like kisses on roses.."

Jameson nodded. "Yeah, that happens a lot." he said with a slight mumble. "I guess you could call it being shy."

"Awww, don't worry. I have plenty of murderous friends who are shy. Nothing to be ashamed about." Jim reassured, snuggling back in between his shoulder blades.

Jameson closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, then let it out in a sigh. His mind was still reeling, trying to make his plan against his sister perfect. The man, the voice changer... he just needed to make sure she was attached to Sherlock, and he was attached to her.

Moriarty seemed to know exactly what he was thinking and nipped the back of his neck. He grabbed his laptop off the coffee table and opened it, typing in some things. A screen popped up and Sherlock and Addaline were shown on the screen. "I think they're getting along just fine.."

Jameson looked at the screen and his expression darkened. "I want it to be the perfect time when we take her... like after a fight or something. She needs reason to believe he would do what we have planned, besides the help of the drugs of course."

"I can plan that easy... Just let them get closer. When they do, I'll... Interrupt. And put little bugs in his head to make him paranoid. He'll get mad at her, they fight, she storms out, we capture and lights, camera, action." He smiled sheepishly.

Jameson smirked. "Perfect." He said, watching the video. "Look at him... it makes me sick, him being so touchy with my sister..." he muttered with a disgusted tone.

"Let them be touchy." He seatbelted his arms around Jameson's waist. "The closer they get, the worse it'll feel when she thinks he hates her."

"Mmmm... valid. I want her to run back to New York with that roommate of hers. I liked her a lot more than I like this fucker." Jameson said and leaned back slightly to nuzzle Jim's neck randomly.

Jim let his head fall to the side. "Mmm.. Which one? Irene? Yeess... She was better than Sherlock. I still have to skin her though.."

"That one. Skin her? Hmmmm... I can just imagine what that lovely skin could make... Perhaps a nice leather belt..." Jameson said and rested his head on the other man's shoulder, letting out a soft sigh against his neck.

Moriarty gave a beastial purr at the warm breath on his neck. "Or a leather coat... Ooo I feel like Buffalo Bill from the movies!"

"A coat would be cool as well." Jameson said, and couldn't help but to blush when he heard Jim purr in such a way. It was an immense turn on.

Jim dancers his finger tips over Jameson's thighs, leanning his head over to nip his earlobe lightly.

Jameson's face turned a shade redder, and he closed his eyes, concentrating on his breathing. It felt like his heart was up into his throat. He was at the mad man's mercy, still technically being his captive.

As much as he just wanted to ravage the young man, Jim stayed tame; dancing his fingers just lightly and nuzzling his neck. He liked Jameson and didn't want to push it.

It took a moment for Jameson to realize that he wasn't taking it further. It confused the boy slightly, but he nuzzled him and purred slightly, and not intentionally.

"You give off very mixed signals, you know..." Whispered the psychopath. "It's terribly arousing..."