Author's Note: Hello readers! I apologize greatly for the long wait! It made me so sad to read the reviews and not be able to update. But, here I am! Speaking of reviews…

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Just a side note; this is deviating from the film…it leaves quite a large hole. This is my take on aforementioned hole. Okay, go read! J

Chapter 2

The next three months were rather peaceful at 221B Baker Street, since Holmes took no new cases since Blackwood's capture, and we were awaiting his trial.

Which, of course, sparked my curiosity when I heard a rather awful noise coming from Holmes' room one afternoon when I came back to the apartment after orchestra practice. I gave a "care-to-explain-if-you-can" look to Mrs. Hudson, who merely shrugged. I sighed, then ventured to Holmes' room and threw open the door.

He was concentrating-rather hard, I may add-at a piece of music, and for some reason, he was not doing his best in reading it.

I sat my cello case down and planted my hands on my hips. "Sherlock Holmes, what are you doing?"

He whipped around, a smudge of rosin on his nose. "Oh, Jane. I was inspecting this rather old piece I found. I apologize for harming your eardrums in any way; sight reading has never been my forté."

"Don't worry, it's not mine either." I came closer, inspecting the piece and its title. "Flight of the… Oh, Holmes, it goes like this!" I took his bow and violin and went to work, playing one of my personal favorite songs, Flight of the Bumble Bee. I smiled to myself as my fingers worked, getting lost in the music that swirled, jumped, flew, and dove off the page.

When I finished, I turned back to Holmes to hand him back his instrument. I had to hold back a laugh, his face was priceless.

"Jane," he began after snapping himself out of his little trance. "Remember when we met?"

I nodded. "Can't really forget things, remember?"

"How many?"

"How many what?"

He sat, thinking for a moment. "Breaths. When I hugged you." I closed my eyes, traveling backwards in time, concentrating for that one thing Holmes had requested of me.

"So, if I waltzed up to you and did this.." Holmes backed me into a wall, and invading my personal space, he…

Wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me. My head almost buried in his chest, I could hear the rhythm of his heart, faint from the layers of clothes: thump-thump, thump-thump.

One. Two.

I could also smell the odor of tobacco that almost overpowered me, and the faintest tint of…rosin?

Three. Four.

He finally pulled away. "You'd remember?"

I opened my eyes. "Four and a half. You pulled away in the middle of the fifth one."

He clicked his tongue. "Impressive."

"Thank you." I looked around the room. "Where's John?"

"I don't know."

"Holmes."

"He's your brother."

"I know that…it's kind of hard to forget, since he's my twin."

"That is true…he's either with a patient or the woman."

"The…woman?"

"You know her."

I sat for a moment, thinking. "Mary?"

Holmes snorted. "Oh. Could've sworn her name was Margaret."

"Holmes!"

"What?"

I rolled my eyes. "Never mind." The sound of the door opening got my attention. "That's probably John now."

Sure enough, he walked through the door, his hair a little ruffled and his shirt front was wrinkled. Holmes and I exchanged knowing looks, and I could see the rising smirk on his face.

"Would you like to do something this evening, Holmes?" John quickly changed the unspoken subject-sort of.

"Depends on the outing," Holmes said simply, trying to hide his smirk as I silently laughed behind one of my hands.

"Mary is with her parents, and I have no one to take to the ball."

Holmes sat up a little straighter at this. "For whom?"

John shrugged. "They decided to celebrate the closing of Lestrade's 50th case."

"With our unaccredited help," Holmes snorted.

"Naturally," I quipped. John nodded again, and I smiled, standing up. "Well, if you two will excuse me, I have to go put on something decent." I walked out of the room before sticking my head back in. "You're coming, right Holmes?"

He exchanged looks between John and I before rising. "I suppose one in our party has to know how to dance."

I smiled at them again before hurrying away, eager to see just how much a ball would change when Sherlock Holmes was in attendance.

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After making sure I had my hair pinned up just right, I exited my room and picked up the evergreen skirt of my dress a little to descend the stairs. The front of the skirt was gathered at the front, revealing silver underneath. The 3-quarter sleeves were slit in some places to reveal more silver, and the sweetheart neckline was just right for the small emerald pendant that I had just put on.

"Jane?""Coming, John!" I called back, increasing my pace slightly on the stairs, making it down them in one piece-an accomplishment if there ever was one, considering the shoes I was wearing.

John smiled at me in his traditional black and white suit. "You look beautiful."I smiled back at my brother. "Thank you, John." I looked around me, expecting someone else. "Where's Holmes?"

"Here," came the reply.

I turned around as he strode forward…his vest the exact color of my dress, most of his clothing having silver buttons. The vest itself had small slivers of silver marching down it in crisp, uniform lines. with the black coat and trousers he was wearing completing his attire, once could have assumed he and I had planned the whole thing.

Which, of course, we did not.

I saw him blink back surprise. "Great minds think alike."

"Indeed," I replied quickly, elbowing John in the ribs to wipe the smirk off of his face.

"Right then. Shall we?" John strode towards the door, and I could tell he was holding in laughter.

"Jane?"

"Yes?" I turned to Holmes, who had his hand stretched towards me, like a beckoning invitation. A small smile stole upon my face as I accepted his hand, and we walked to the carriage, to a ball that might just change our view on a closed case.

A/N: Sorry if it was too short and/or uneventful…and I shall return-hopefully quicker than this one. Reviews help, too. J