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A/N: Chapter Two. :D I know it's not much of a good one, though…

Disclaimer: As much as I would wish to, I don't own Sherlock Holmes or his universe.

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In an attempt to be a gracious "fanatic", as I put it, I attended Miss Irene Adler's concert the following evening. I was late for the entire show; luckily I was quite in time for her number, though. She was an excellent singer; Mr. Scherer, her violinist, equaled her excellence with his instrument. Something in the back of my mind baffled me throughout the show, but I was unable to place the feeling, and I preferred to leave it alone.

I hurried outside to buy a bouquet for Miss Adler after the show, and, battling my way through the tempestuous crowd backstage, I finally reached their dressing room.

Mr. Scherer's was the face to appear after I knocked thrice.

"Guten Abend, Arzt Watson," he said, opening the door just a crack. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Very much," I agreed, and showed him the flowers.

"Are these for me?" he asked as one of his thin eyebrows rose.

"Er, no," I said. "I meant to give them to Miss Adler. Is she by any chance here?"

"You reached a good time, Arzt," he agreed, smiling under his moustache. "I shall give them to her."

"Very well," I said, and gave the bouquet to him.

"I extend her thanks," Mr. Scherer said. "Thank you very much for coming, Arzt Watson."

I smiled at him as he began to close the door, but I noticed something irrevocably familiar with him – I stopped the door with my foot, squinting my eyes to look at him carefully.

Mr. Scherer looked down at the shoe that was keeping him from closing the dressing room. "Your foot, doctor," he said.

I ignored him. "Have we met before?"

He thought for a minute. "No," he simply said. "Now, Arzt Watson, if you would be so kind, please remove your foot from the door."

As soon as I removed my foot he slammed the door so abruptly I was taken aback with the great combination of his rude reply.

"Well," I muttered to myself.

Suddenly, the thought from the back of my mind returned, and it all began to come together.

Smiling triumphantly, I turned on my heel and slid through the crowd.