Sherlock went back to the house the next day, with his equipments.
''Oh, Mr. Holmes let me help you'' Emily saw Sherlock, who struggled to close the front door.
''Here, take this. And mind closing the door behind you.'' He walked past her, and straight to the guest room.
''U-um Mr. Holmes, why do you need all these equipments?'' Emily asked, as she placed , Sherlock's things at the table.
''Research'' He answered without looking at her, and pulled out a microscope, and some test tubes out of a bag. Then began his experiment.
''Oh- okay'' She opened the door, then gasped as she remembered something ''Oh! Mr. Holmes, Mr. M said that he won't be home tonight, he had to run some errands.'' Then she walked out.
Sherlock spent the whole day, inside his room, doing his experiments. Yesterday he had been talking to people that knows Mr. M, he had been investigating what he was doing the day the necklace disappeared, he went through the garage, where all of Mr M's old clothes and shoes were dumped, including the shoes that he wore the day the necklace was stolen, which gave Sherlock a lot of information.
''Isn't he going to eat dinner?'' Irene asked Emily
''I asked him if he wanted to, but he didn't answer''
''Has he eaten anything today?''
''No, I don't think so Ms. Irene... he came back this morning, and he has been in his room since.''
''Well he can't starve'' Irene stood up from the dinning table, and walked to the guest room. She then knocked the door.
''Yes'' Sherlock answered.
Irene opened the door. ''Mr. Holmes do you want to have dinner with me?''
The words strucked Sherlock, he remembered the day, the day when he took her pulse, the day that he found out that Irene Adler had sentiments for him.
''I-um, I'm sorry what?'' Sherlock blinked twice, and looked at Irene.
''Dinner?'' She raised her eyebrow and smiled
''I'm busy'' He turned his back, and continued on his experiment.
''Work can wait... what is that you're doing anyway'' She closed the door behind her, and stood beside Sherlock.
''Experiment'' He answered
''Experiment...'' She leaned down, and sneaked into his microscope. ''This is brilliant!... You are using particles from a shoe, to identify places, where the person have been'' She raised her eyebrow. ''Sexy'' She said to herself, without noticing that she said it out loud.
Sherlock starred at the woman, who took his microscope from him and did an impressive deduction. ''Did you just say...'' Sherlock shook his head ''Aren't you going to eat your dinner now Miss Adler?''
Irene stepped away from the microscope, and starred at Sherlock. ''Mr. Holmes please stop calling me Miss Adler, It's Mr's M... You can just ask Emily later if you decide to eat dinner.'' Then she walked out of the room
Sherlock starred at the wall for a minute. She was different today...he thought, it's like her memories are coming back, but without her knowing... he placed his long arms over his mouth, then starred at the wall for the next 30 minutes.
It was almost midnight, when Sherlock walked out of the room. He then saw Emily at the living room watching television. ''You're up late''
Emily got frightened, and merely jumped off from her seat. ''I-um I was just turning it off... I was just checki-''
''It's okay, I won't tell'' Sherlock sat down beside her.
''Oh- um thank you Mr. Holmes... Are you going to eat your dinner now sir?'' She asked nicely
''No. I just need to ask you some questions.''
''Oh-okay'' She lowered the volume of the television, and cleared her throat.
''When exactly did Ms. Irene and Mr. M got married?''
''If I remembered correctly it was a month ago''
''And that's when you began to work for Mr. M...''
''Y- yes... how did you kno-''
''So tell me, Emily, when was the last time you talked to your family?'' Sherlock asked, as he stared at her.
''I, um not so long time ago why?...''
''Wrong answer, so ho-''
''Excuse me?''
''So how come, a talented girl like you became a maid?''
''Pardon?'' She asked, now a little bit annoyed.
''These past few days, I've observed how much you love art. The first time I came into this house, all the paintings on the wall were shinny, while the tables were rather dusty. And who else cleans the house. You. I doubt Mr. M cares how clean his portraits are, he's not that attached to art, neither does Ms. Adler. These portraits-'' Sherlock walked over to a portrait near him and pointed at it. ''Are gifts, gifts from rich, and important people. That's the only reason that these are hanging on the wall. And in your free time you paint, by the looks of your hands right now, it's rather colorful.'' Sherlock looked down at Emily, waited for her response.
''I- um how... You- couldn'-'' She shook her head, she couldn't believe he knew all of those things.
''Oh, and I might have sneaked into your room, the reason why I thought you are talented. Though you might wanna work on mixing light and dark colors.''
Before Emily could reply, the phone rang. ''Hello... Oh hello sir, yes, yes sir. I know, she didn't want to she was upset yester- yes sir. Sorry sir, yes she did. Will do sir. Yes Mr. Holmes is back, bye'' She put the phone back.
''Alright, that was all. Thank you for your cooperation Ms. Emily.'' Sherlock went into his room.
''A- I, um'' Emily sighed and went to sleep, she thought what Irene had said to her earlier, she was right, he was weird.