A/N: CHAPTER 4

Trying to start up the romance a bit, I don't know if it's working.

Also to explain my absence! I went to a concert this weekend and me, being an idiot, thought I could write up this chapter before I left...Ah, no. Didn't happen. While it was 3/4 written, it wasn't perfect. Is it now? Hell no, but it's better than the last chapter.

I thank miss x-Pick'n'Mix-x for helping me with actually coming up with a crime and giving me the idea for this story

I do NOT own Sherlock Holmes or anybody that you recognize, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle owns them.

CRAP AHEAD! While longer than the last chapter I'm not happy with it, but I guess I'll have to live with it.


The carriage pulled up to 221b and Sherlock bolted out the carriage, into the house and slammed the front door. Watson raised an eyebrow and stepped out, helping Adelaide down to the sidewalk. Once they got inside the house Mrs. Hudson quickly walked over to them and started scolding Watson.

"Why didn't you stop Mr. Holmes from taking my daughter to see that dead body?"

"He didn't want her to stay and "poison the food". Plus he was out of the house aren't you happy about that?" Watson took his coat off and helped Adelaide with hers, placing his brown and her black coats on the hooks in the front room. "May we have some tea please? Adelaide you can start up the stairs, I'll be along shortly." Adelaide nodded and walked up to Holmes' room. She knocked lightly, and then opened the door to see Holmes sitting in his chair in front of a window, plucking the violin strings again.

She walked over to the couch and sat down, listening to him. He didn't seem to notice her presence, or if he did he didn't acknowledge her. He kept playing the violin, plucking the strings. His eyebrows slowly knitted together, and soon he stopped playing all together and turned toward Adelaide. "Must you be so annoying?"

"What did I do to you Mr. Holmes?"

"I cannot think on this case with you staring at me. Go, get out of here." He stood and made a shooing motion with his hand. Adelaide scoffed and stood, she moved to smack his face but his hand caught her wrist. "I would also appreciate it if you wouldn't smack me."

"I didn't, but I'm going to!" Her other hand went to smack him but he caught that one as well. Adelaide tried to pull her hands free but his grip was like iron. His brown eyes stared into her hazel ones, like he was peering into her very soul. Adelaide's eyes widened slightly, her struggling stopped. They stared at each other for a while, Sherlock's grip didn't loosen but it didn't tighten anymore either. Adelaide moved closer to him, their noses nearly touching. His gaze never left her eyes; they still penetrated her very soul.

The door opened and Sherlock let go of Adelaide's wrists, quickly walking over to his chemistry set. He grabbed a magnifying glass and sat back down on his chair. Adelaide stood where she was, still staring at Holmes, until she heard Watson clear his throat quietly. Adelaide quickly walked over to him and took the waiting teacup from his hand. She sat down on the couch and sipped the hot liquid, hoping it would shake the strange feeling deep down inside her.

Holmes opened the man's wallet and searched it, finding business cards, a few stray coins and what looked to be just stray paper. He tossed the wallet and magnifying glass onto the coffee table and sighed, lighting his pipe. He heard Watson setting a teacup on a table near him but he didn't look to acknowledge him. Holmes put his pipe to his lips and tapped his chin, thinking, once again not on the case. He could kill this girl for being so annoying! She wouldn't leave his thoughts; just having her in the same ROOM was distracting. He could hear her sip from her teacup, the way her feet moved under her dress, talking with Watson. He closed his eyes and put his pipe in his mouth, puffing smoke into the room. He heard her cough again and he sighed.

"Stop that coughing."

"Sorry Mr. Holmes but that pipe is bothering me." Adelaide coughed again and covered her nose.

"Holmes put it out." Watson ordered. Adelaide stood and shook her head.

"No it's alright, I'll just leave. He doesn't enjoy my company anyway." Adelaide stood, placing her cup on the tray, and then left the room, her skirts rustling softly as she left, closing the door behind her. Holmes looked over at Watson and sighed.

"You're upset with me."

"Yes I am. How could you do that to the poor girl?" Watson placed his cup on the table loudly, elbows bent, his hands pressing down on his thighs. The consulting detective just went back to looking out the window, smoking his pipe.

"She's distracting me."

"How? She's done nothing to you."

"She's done something, I don't know what though but she has. I ca-" His head snapped to the door and he quickly strode over, pressing an ear to the wood.

"Holmes what are you-"

"Shh! Do you hear that?" Watson was about to speak when Holmes opened the door and the clear notes of a flute could be heard. Watson stayed silent and watched Holmes walk to Adelaide's room. He slowly opened the door to see Mrs. Dawson sitting on her bed, her eyes closed with a silver flute to her lips. Her torso swayed slightly from side to side as her notes danced higher and lower. Watson appeared behind Holmes' shoulder and listened to the melody. It was sweet and charming, but under it there was a hint of sadness, longing perhaps. Watson pulled Sherlock's shoulder, hinting they should leave, but Holmes shook his head, instead he crept into the room, standing near her vanity. Watson sighed and followed, standing next to him.

"You're either obsessed with this girl or your insane, I think I'll go with the latter." John whispered to his friend. Holmes just watched the lady, hands in his pockets, teeth holding onto his pipe. One of Adelaide's eyes opened and glanced at them, only to close once more, the music still flowing freely. Mrs. Hudson walked into the room and sat down next to her daughter; Adelaide took the flute away from her lips and smiled at her mother. Mrs. Hudson put her forehead on hers and smiled back. Watson grabbed Holmes' shoulder and dragged him out of the room and back to their room.

"Watson I didn't appreciate you doing that."

"Well I wanted to give the two sometime alone together. Now we can discuss why you don't like Miss Adelaide." Watson set his friend down on the couch and he sat in a chair nearby. Holmes leaned back and sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Well?"

"There is no problem; I just can't focus when this girl is near me I feel she's going to poison me at any time with whatever she's doing. Watson, have you taken a look at her bruise?"

"No I haven't yet." Watson grabbed his now cool tea and sipped it, making a slight face at the taste. "I'll look at it later. Now how about we talk about the case?"

"We shall go to the flower shop tomorrow, see if we can find any more information. Do you want Mrs. Dawson to come along?" Holmes stood up and walked back over to where he threw the wallet, picking it up in his hands.

"If she distracts you I don't think she should come, but if she recognized the body today who's to say she isn't of more help?" Watson stood and walked over to Gladstone, who was currently snoring away. He sighed and knelt down to pet the dog, which licked his hand.

"She won't be of any more assistance, she can stay with Nanny."

"What about your dinner?"

"If being poisoned means that I finish the case sooner, so be it. The less she's in my hair, the better." Holmes took out the business cards in the man's wallet and looked through them. One of them wasn't his business card; it wasn't even a business card. He grabbed his magnifying glass and stared at the paper through it. He raised an eyebrow and sniffed the paper. He stood up and walked over to where his hat was, putting it on.

"Holmes what are you doing?" Watson stood up and walked over to his friend, who was putting his coat on.

"We are going back out tonight. This piece of paper that I found in the dead man's wallet has pen impressions yet no ink is visible, there's a faint smell of book glue, meaning this paper was either from a bookstore or the florist happened to have the glue on his person." Watson took the paper and held it close to a candle, seeing the pen impressions. "Care to try and make the ink appear?"

"I can try but I don't think anything will work for it." Watson set the paper on the desk where the chemistry set was and started working. Holmes put out his pipe and pocketed it. He walked out of the room and saw Adelaide walking down the stairs.

"Mrs. Dawson, we need you upstairs." Holmes said, after he quickly entered his room again, not even turning to see if she was coming. He wouldn't blame her if she didn't, but he heard her heels under her skirts enter a few minutes later. "Did you see that dead man enter your bookstore?"

"How should I know I don't remember my customers? If he did enter my store he would have had a hard time getting my attention as I was the one who shelved the books and entertained the children, my late husband sold the books, why?" Adelaide raised an eyebrow and Holmes took the paper from Watson –before he put his chemicals on it- and held it under her nose.

"Smell it." Adelaide kept her eyebrow raised but sniffed the paper, then smelled deeper, trying to separate Holmes' scent from the paper.

"Is there…book glue on it?" Adelaide asked, very confused now. Holmes smiled and put his hat on, tossing the paper to Watson.

"Watson, Mrs. Dawson and I shall be back later."

"Where are we going?" Adelaide asked, Watson asking the same thing only he said "you" instead of "we".

"We, Mrs. Dawson, are going to your bookstore."

"Mine? It's a five hour carriage ride from here!"

"Which is why we're leaving now. Watson if we're not back before dark we'll be back tomorrow!" Holmes grabbed Adelaide's hand and dragged her out of the room, Adelaide sputtering half finished sentences all the way.


THE END! Not really, end of chapter 4

I hate this chapter, but not as much as chapter 3, thank you for the reviews that made me all happy and squishy inside ^^

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