AN: This is my first Holmes fanfiction but I've written many for different stories. Sir Author Conan Doyle has currently taken my imagination captive and I do wish he'd give it back. -laughs- But seriously the story of Sherlock Holmes is so complex psychologically that I just had to get my thoughts on the subject out...and thus this story was born.

"He's an exquisitely dark man isn't he?" commented Mr. Meier, as we watched Holmes pace up and down the room. Meier was our newest client who had very accidentally witnessed the tail end of one of Holmes' 'dark moods'.

"Complex," I corrected. "So complex that he appears morbid…even to himself." I find myself sighing as I watch my friend contemplating this new case. His moods change faster than the weather—and they were far less predictable. But a new case always brightened his spirits no matter how bad his episode, and this one had been quite bad. I often find myself worried about my dear friend's well being, but never more than this time.

The enigma that was Sherlock Holmes never failed to have another layer that I was unaware of before. He was astoundingly observant but still oblivious to the things that seem so commonplace to most people. Like emotions, love and everything to do with the heart of a human.

No one could deny Holmes was intelligent. Possibly the most intelligent man that ever lived.

"Almost too intelligent."

I most have said this part out loud because Meier turned to me and nodded.

"Quite insightful," he commented. "From what I've heard of Sherlock Holmes he is far more intelligent than any human should be. Almost too intelligent to be happy." I studied the man beside me with new admiration. He noticed my scrutiny and smiled. "I am a psychiatrist, and if I may be so bold…you're friend is an interesting case." I could not help but smile at that.

"You said he was more intelligent than he should be…may I ask you to explain?" I inquired.

"You may ask and I will," Meier replied with a glint of humor in his eyes. "It seems to me that Mr. Holmes is so far superior to most that he is easily bored by that which is commonplace. His intellect makes it extremely difficult to find some means of sustaining his interest so he sends much of his time unhappy, possibly resorting to unhealthy means to relieve the pain of being under stimulated."

I shook my head in wonder. This Meier had just deduced a human like Holmes would deduce a case.

"Tell me doctor you said that he was almost too intelligent to be happy," I began not sure how to phrase this question appropriately. "Does that mean he still has a chance?" Meier turned to me and smiled as Holmes walked back into the room with us.

"Everyone has a chance," Meier replied with a smile. Holmes seemed to regard us suspiciously. Meier gave slight bow toward Holmes.

"I must be going. I trust my case is in good hands. Good day." With that the strange little fellow made his way out the door. Holmes turned to me slowly.

"You were talking about me."

It was not a question or an accusation, more of an observation. I gave him a grin and shrugged my shoulders slightly.

"Quite conceited of you to think so, dear fellow, not everything is about you." With that I turned and left.

The End

AT: The name Meier comes from the psychatrist Paul Meier who along with Dr. Frank Minirth, wrote the book "Happiness is a choice" for anyone struggle with depression, or even just unhappy with thier life I would suggest this beautiful book.