Oh look! An update! Hahaha! I'm telling you now, I had so much fun writing this on the train.

I wrote this because one or two people said I should write another chapter to this story. So I decided that I would and that it would be set when they are older. :) Aren't I nice? I also only intended it to be a two chapter story if I did write another chapter, but now it seems it will probably be a three chapter story. :) Oh well, that'll make it more fun.

Oh, and Watson is in this one too. Wheeee!

Holmes woke with a start. He'd had that dream again. The first time he'd been outsmarted. Not that Watson knew of course. As far as Watson was concerned, the only person who had ever outsmarted him was Irene Adler. Holmes wasn't about to let him know that there was somebody else before her…He would laugh at him.

Grumbling to himself, the detective pulled himself out of his chair, very nearly tripping over one of the glass bottles left scattered on the floor from the night before. He kicked them out of the way and made his way towards his desk. He began to rummage around, looking for the letters he had yet to go through. His eyes suddenly fell on Irene's photograph.

"What are you looking at?" he growled, before slamming it face down on the desk.

There were several reasons why seeing her photograph had suddenly annoyed him. Firstly, whenever he saw it, or indeed her for that matter, all these feelings bubbled up inside him that he didn't understand and this irritated him. Secondly, whenever he thought about her, his concentration was shot to pieces and thirdly, he'd had the dream about the girl in his room when he was twelve. Irene reminded him of that girl sometimes and this really irritated him.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Come in Watson." said Holmes with a sigh.

The door opened and Watson walked in. He didn't even bother asking how Holmes knew it was him. He was so used to the detective's skills of deduction that he didn't really see the point. He had probably recognised his footsteps as he had walked up the stairs…or something like that anyway.

"Holmes," Watson said, wrinkling his nose in disgust, "when was the last time you cleaned in here?"

"About two months ago." Holmes promptly replied.

"For God sake's Holmes!"

"I'm not cleaning it Watson! I know where everything is. Anyway, how are you and Mary?"

"I'm fine, but Mary has a terrible cold."

The detective snorted. "Stay away from me then, I certainly don't want it."

"You'll catch a lot worse in here old boy." Watson replied with a smirk, as he looked around his dusty surroundings.

"Yes…well…" muttered Holmes.

They sat down in their armchairs and waited for Mrs Hudson to bring some tea. After this was done, and after Holmes had exchanged a few sniping remarks with the long suffering landlady, the detective asked his friend a question.

"Why are you here anyway? I thought you were too busy being married."

Watson rolled his eyes. "I'm here because I saw someone yesterday and I thought I should tell you."

Holmes suddenly looked scandalised. "Good lord Watson! You're not having an affair already are you? How despicable!"

Watson was, needless to say, outraged. "Holmes! That is not funny! You know I would never-"

"I know old boy. I was only joking." laughed Holmes.

"You are completely depraved Holmes!"

"I know. I'm sorry." The detective smirked.

"No you're not! You're smirking!"

Holmes started to laugh again. Annoyed, the doctor stood to leave.

"I should get back to Mary." he snapped.

Holmes stopped laughing immediately. "But you said you had something to tell me!"

"Yes, you're right. I did. But I don't think I will now." Watson snapped again. He began to make his way towards the door. Stopping once to stroke Gladstone on the head.

"But Watson! If it's important you should tell me! It might have something to do with Moriarty." Holmes pleaded.

Watson turned around to look at his friend. He was giving him the 'puppy dog eyes' look. Watson sighed.

"I highly doubt it old friend. She's not stupid is she?" he said with a shrug.

"Who's not stupid?" asked Holmes. He was frowning.

"Miss Adler, I saw her yesterday. I went to the British Museum at lunch while I had no patients to tend to and she was there."

Holmes blinked. "What on earth was she doing in the British Museum?"

"Apparently she likes museums. She wasn't looking for anything to steal Holmes, if that's what you're thinking." chuckled Watson.

"Oh?" replied Holmes. He was trying to act as though he didn't care that Watson knew something about Irene that he didn't. He was failing miserably.

"How do you know that anyway." he asked, unable to keep a rather bitter tone out of his voice.

Watson laughed at him. "Because she told me to tell you that."

"And you believed her? Watson! I'm surprised at you; I thought you knew better than to trust thieves?" Holmes was mocking him now. Watson didn't like it.

"I could say the same thing to you. I say, was it cold in the Grande when you were without your clothes?" Watson had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing as Holmes turned a violent shade of red.

"She told you about that…You know n-nothing happened old boy!" Holmes laughed nervously.

"I know, she told me. She said it was just a practical joke. Isn't that three points to her now old boy? Over your, what is it? No points in terms of your ongoing battle of wits?" Watson couldn't stop himself from laughing now.

Holmes quickly changed the subject. "What else did she say to you old boy?" he asked.

"Oh, not much really. Only that she thought Ancient Egyptian mummies were disgusting and that she was probably going to pop in for a visit so she could make fun of you." Watson replied casually.

"Wait, what?"

"Now I really must go old boy. I meant it when I said I should get back to Mary." laughed Watson.

Holmes was in quite a state now. "When did she say she would be coming?"

"She didn't. Goodbye Holmes. Oh and when she finally does turn up, give her my best will you?" Watson was laughing harder than ever now. Holmes could hear his laughter as he walked downstairs and out of the front door.

And so, Sherlock Holmes was left, standing alone in his rooms in a state of complete shock.

Lol! Irene is going to make fun of Holmes!

I've always imagined that Watson and Irene would actually get on rather well, united by their love of making fun of Holmes. :D Because its fun to make fun of the world's greatest detective, and no one does it better than Watson and Irene. Hahaha.