"Uh… What?"

"I need someone who can pass as female, and you're the best thing I've got."

"I'm not sure whether to take this as an insult or be excited by the fact that you want me to join you on a case."

"Probably the later."

Sherlock Holmes sprang up from where he was sitting on her esky and grabbed her. He then swept the two of them into the bedroom.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, bedroom? What are we doing in my bedroom?"

"We need to get changed."

Eleanor looked at Sherlock with an expression that closely resembled the "seriously" meme face.

"No."

"Now, I think you should get into-wait, no?"

"Sherlock, I have just come back to Australia from a fourteen hour flight. I haven't had a shower, I haven't brushed my hair, I haven't slept, and I feel like crap. Whatever it is can wait until I've had a shower."

"But…"

Eleanor fixed Sherlock with a stern look. He raised his hand to try and talk back. He with-held this action when Eleanor gave him a stare that could bring a war-hardened soldier to their knees.

"I'm. Going. Home. To. Have. A. Shower. Now."

Instantly, Eleanor turned and stalked out of the room and grabbed her luggage. She threw open the door with more force than really necessary.

Twenty minutes after she got home slipped the towel around her body and dried herself clean. It probably wasn't good for the environment to have a fifteen minute shower, but what the heck. With the week she had, she thought that she deserved a little me-time.

She strolled out into the lounge room and went to play some music from her laptop really loudly so that she could leave it charging. However, she didn't get to her laptop.

"Hey, I need-"

"AHH! SHERLOCK! WHAT THE HELL, YOU DO NOT BREAK INTO MY HOUSE WHEN I'M ONLY WEARING A TOWEL!"

"But-"

"NO BUTS, OUT! NOW! GO, GO, GO!" she screamed at Sherlock who bolted for the door when she picked up random bits of detritus that was laying on the table next to her.

When Sherlock shut the door behind him, Eleanor sprinted to her room, shut the curtains, and locked her door. Then she, hurriedly, dried and dressed herself. Once she was finished she carefully unlocked the door and walked into the lounge room again.

"Now may I talk to you?"

"Bloody hell, Sherlock! You don't go around breaking into girl's houses!"

"But the case-"

"-can wait until you apologise for breaking into my house and seeing me in a towel."

She glared at Sherlock until he mumbled an apology.

"Now about the case…"

She looked at Sherlock quizzically.

"What about it?"

"I need your help."

"What do you need?"

"I need you to be my trophy wife."

"WHAT!"