I reuploaded this to refresh your memory. Chapter one will be up ASAP, but I'm currently at war with MSWord and stuff. Gah. And I don't know why, but some words seem to be in blue. Sorry, it doesn't mean anything in particular. Not a good day for me.

Enjoy!

Adele didn't really know how to feel about Sherlock's return. One the one hand, she was pleased that he wasn't dead, but on the other hand, he had technically lied to her. And Adele hated people lying to her. Admittedly, she would make exceptions for Sherlock and John, but it still made it difficult to trust him.

Sherlock had still only told Adele and John, so he couldn't leave the flat. If Mrs Hudson saw him, she'd probably faint, and if Lestrade saw him, he'd be shot outright. Adele had a feeling that Lestrade wouldn't take too kindly to Sherlock 'haunting' him. Although it would be rather funny.

Sherlock was slowly going mad, cooped up in Baker Street. He couldn't shoot the wall (which would probably disintegrate), he couldn't yell at anyone, or anything, and experiments were out of the question. Only two days after his return, the flat was quiet and depressing. John left occasionally, and Sherlock spent a lot of time on his laptop, looking at the news. He'd also taken to highlighting the newspaper, which was weird. He hadn't enjoyed being away, apparently, although the chance to follow, or in Adele's eyes spy on Adele was interesting. Adele wasn't sure exactly what he'd discovered, but she also didn't particularly care.

Because John hadn't been able to write on his blog, there were no clients. Adele had tried asking Sherlock where he'd been staying, but he wouldn't tell her. Therefore, Adele decided to annoy him as much as possible, and constantly ask him about whether he'd been with Irene Adler. That hadn't gone down well. Another frequent remedy to the boredom was basically Sherlock and Adele trying to out – insult each other, which was not only highly amusing in itself, but also annoyed John. Most times, this ended in a tie, and John about to throw something at the pair of them. Chess was another option, but each game lasted a good couple of hours, as neither Sherlock nor Adele was able to beat the other. Both came close, and several pieces were stolen in a desperate attempt to actually finish the game.

Adele was enjoying annoying Sherlock again. One way to do this was to call him Lockie. He scowled every time she did so, but it was funny, and even John laughed at bit (although once Sherlock scowled at him, he shut up). Sherlock had in turn decided to call her Addie. John probably also found this funny, but, for some reason, he didn't laugh when Sherlock said it. Maybe he was more scared of Adele. Admittedly, he probably was. Adele generally thought of herself as quite a scary person.

On the third day after Sherlock's return, after John had gone somewhere with a girl (it wouldn't last. As per usual), Sherlock was sitting on the floor looking at the paper, and Adele was reading. He looked up suddenly.

'What?' Adele asked, hint of annoyance in her voice.

'Good, to see you, Addie.'

Adele grinned at him;

'Good to see you too, Lockie.'