I, Shirley Hermes, come into the apartment of Sherlock Holmes and wonder whether or not he is on the mental level of a 32 year old genius or a 6 year old brat. He is walking back and forth with a harpoon(?) in his hand and is examining Watson's laptop every one to two seconds. Obviously, his last case-that needed an harpoon- did not give him the adrenaline that he wanted and is now impatiently waiting for a prominent one. I pity Watson for having to deal with this. It has to be extremely hard to deal with him. (*Jamie: You're also hard to deal with!)

Shirley: Calm down Sherlock. The world has not gotten rid of crime over the course of two minutes yet. I'm sure something will come up.

Sherlock: That's already known, Shirley. I don't need your prattle or pity. Just go somewhere else and let me be.

Shirley: I'm not pitying you but Watson. I am absolutely sure you're just driving him mad with all the fuss you are creating. I also hope he hid your cigarettes, while he was at it.

Watson: Thank you Shirley for the concern but I have gotten use to this over the past months. I'm sure I'm not going to go mad (I hope).

Shirley: sigh~

Sherlock makes a face very similar to that of a child being told by his elder brother that he was a baby. There are times where I just adore doing this to him and this is one of them; it's just so fun. After a couple of minutes have passed, he shows Watson the laptop with a assignment. It talked about a Bluebell gone missing? I guess it was a little girl who sent it because of the writing structure, and apparently Bluebell is a glowing rabbit. Sigh~ This man has the mind of a 6 year old.

Shirley: Sherlock, please don't be dim-witted. You are such a genius that even I am sometimes amazed. Just calm down and have some tea. As I said before, crime will not disappear in two minutes.

Sherlock & Watson: ….

Shirley: What?

I stared at them with the utmost curiosity. Was it something I said? I swear I didn't criticize Sherlock in anyway. I mean I even complimen…. Oh. I complimented him… With the look of realization upon my face, they both started to snicker.

Shirley: ~Blushing~STOP LAUGHING! I wasn't trying to be nice in anyway! I was just worried that he might go insane with stupidity if I didn't say anything!

Sherlock: Yes. Yes. I know. I'll take your advice and wait. Would you care to join me for some tea? It's Ms. Hudson best.

Shirley:~Still Blushing~ Oh why not! You silly fool! Don't ever laugh at me again or I'll let you struggle with your inner mind demons, while humiliating you in the process!

Sherlock:~Smiling~ Yes, yes Shirley. I will heed your warning.

*Jamie Wilson - Shirley's younger half(used rarely)- sister.

Author's Note

Yes. I know. Their names are similar to our lovely duo, but I promise you, they are not a gender bender versions of them. I even made a scenario where they see the connection and Shirley & Sherlock duke it out about it. (In a nerdy, sarcastic way.) I might put it up.-_-

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