Hilarious chapter from Gina! Fezzes are cool, and the line "the difference between you and me, I make this look good" is from Men in Black, and has to be my favourite line! :D But I would just like to make clear that I have NOT been arrested twelve times! Lol

Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter! :)

Naisa

Chapter 7

Beware of the Flying Plates

Sherlock didn't seem to realise the seriousness of the fact Naisa and Watson had been forced to wait in another room, or to notice the danger in Gina's voice. She was currently standing before him, her posture slouching against the table, but her arms folded tightly across her chest and her toe constantly tapping on the floor.

Even Sherlock could tell that Gina was waiting for him to say something, he just wasn't sure what exactly.

"Come along Gina, standing around isn't going to help us catch a murderer." He told her, sounding more excited about the murder than serious, like a normal person might be.

This statement, however, did not impress Gina.

"I don't want to talk to you about the murder Sherlock—"

"Well, in that case this conversation is just going to be counterproductive—" Sherlock began, already turning away from Gina and focusing on his work again.

"Sherlock!" Gina snapped suddenly, stamping her foot on the floor.

Sherlock turned back to her, he seemed to have worked out that she was unhappy, but wasn't sure why. He raised a confused eyebrow at Gina. "What is it?" He asked.

Gina took a deep breath, arguing with Sherlock was not going to get them anywhere, even though she was angry. She needed to talk about what was bothering her as calmly as possible, for as long as she possibly could. She didn't fancy blowing her top just yet.

"I want to know why a dead body is more important than someone like…say me?" She asked, unable so mask the irritation in her voice, but at least she wasn't shouting.

Sherlock still seemed confused; "surely it's obvious why a dead body is more—"

"No Sherlock!" Gina couldn't help but raise her voice; she tried to calm herself down again. "What you're meant to say is that dead bodies are not as important as girlfriends."

"But they are—" the look on Gina's face stopped Sherlock in mid-sentence. He fell into silence and looked down at the floor. He was sure now he was in trouble.

"I know your work is important to you Sherlock," Gina said gently, trying to see it from his point of view now, her facial features relaxing into a kinder expression. "But I feel as soon as you have a case everyone else seems to turn invisible. And you can't even call this a case; one look at the body and you knew the weapon. But still you're investigating and ignoring everyone around you, and if you're not you're ordering them about or shouting at them because they're in the way!"

For a few moments Gina thought she may have got through to Sherlock, but she couldn't help but feel the rage bubbling up inside her when Sherlock said, "exactly! We have so much more to find out, and the water from the icicle might help us—"

Once more, Gina stamped her foot on the floor. "I swear, Sherlock, your mind has to make everything so utterly complicated that you can never relax and see the simple things in life!" She shouted at him.

Sherlock paused, "and that's a…bad thing?" He asked slowly.

Gina rolled her eyes, "why else would I be shouting?" She asked with a sigh. "It was a rhetorical question!" She snapped when she saw that Sherlock was trying to work it out.

"Well," said Sherlock happily, rubbing his hands together, excited to get back to work. "Now we've sorted that out, maybe we could go back to the investigation—"

"No Sherlock," Gina said firmly, he didn't even seem to notice that she was upset. "This. Isn't. Over."

Once again, Sherlock was confused, "but who's going to take care of the murder case?" He asked curiously.

"ENOUGH WITH THE MURDER CASE!" Gina couldn't help burst out. Her anger almost blinded her, but she couldn't help but feel impressed that her yell was so loud the walls actually did shake a little.

"That's lovely dear," Sherlock said gently, he didn't even hear Gina's shout, let alone see the whole building shake. "But I really must be getting back to the murder case—"

This was, by far, the worst thing to say, as Sherlock quickly found out when a plate came flying in his direction. He ducked just in time as it smashed into the wall. He looked up, astonished, back at Gina, who was still standing there, her arms re-folded after throwing the plate.

"Gina, you just broke a plate, you need to get a dust pan and brush."

Another plate flew towards Sherlock at this statement, but he managed to dive out the way. The floor around him already surrounded by broken crockery.

"That's not very nice Gina," Sherlock told her, talking as if he was speaking to a child, "John's going to have to go out and buy some more now!"

"Hey!" Said a muffled and irritated John from behind the bedroom door.

"Or maybe you could actually do something yourself!" Gina snapped, picking up another plate and throwing it like a frisbee in the direction of the startled Sherlock Holmes.

This time however, Sherlock was ready, and he managed to snatch the plate out of the air before it collided with him or the wall. He couldn't help but laugh.

"Ha! Got it this time!" He shouted, but then quickly dropped the plate when this time a mug came flying towards him.

It was Gina's turn to laugh now.

Sherlock watched the mug as it crashed into the wall and fell with the remnants of the other pieces of china on the floor. He looked back up at Gina, now looking confused rather than angry or worried.

"Are you still on your period Gina?" He asked.

This resulted in three plates being thrown one after another, Sherlock had to dance like a crazed consulting-detective having plates thrown at him to avoid them. Gina felt satisfied that she had made him look like an idiot, but she still felt angry by the way he didn't even seem to care that she was angry.

"Do you think she's getting quite cross now?" Whispered Naisa to Watson, as she heard three plates being thrown at the wall, her ear pressed up against the bedroom door, listening in.

Watson rolled his eyes, "what do you think?" He said sarcastically, looking down at Naisa, as he too was pressing his ear up against the door.

Naisa was about to reply, but a strange noise made them both look down.

Ed had crawled out from under the bed, and had now joined them in their argument eavesdropping. She looked up at them, wondering why they were staring at her, before pulling her tongue out at them and then continuing to listen at the door. Watson and Naisa looked at each other, confused, shrugged their shoulders and continued their eaves dropping. Gina was shouting again.

"Have you considered Sherlock, that maybe I would like to spend some time with you!" She demanded.

By the look on Sherlock's face, it was the trickiest question he had been asked all week. Gina watched him as he calculated it in his mind, before suddenly saying:

"Do you think it's possible to grow deadly icicles in the freezer?"

With a noise that sounded like a dinosaur running into a wall, Gina turned and stormed out the room. Sherlock followed her with his eyes, but didn't try to go after her.

"What are you doing?" He asked curiously as Gina picked up a rucksack and began filling it with her things.

"Going away," she snapped.

"To go and look at freezers?" He said hopefully.

Gina made several comments about freezers and Sherlock, none of them he had really heard before, but he was quite sure they were rude. Gina sighed.

"I need some time away from you Sherlock, this relationship isn't going to work if you're constantly going to be like this. I need time to calm down and for you to get your senses straight."

She went over to her and Sherlock's room and pulled the door open. Naisa, Watson and Ed all tumbled out. They stood up quickly, and tried thinking of some excuse as to why they were there; Ed went and hid back under the bed. Sherlock watched as Gina rolled her eyes, went into his room and snatched up some of her clothes, shoving them into her rucksack.

"Where are you going to go?" Sherlock asked quietly.

At least that was a suitable question for a situation like this. Gina shrugged, "anywhere but Baker Street," she grumbled, collecting the rest of her things and making her way to the door.

There was a short silence, "what about getting some new plates?" Sherlock said hopefully.

Gina took one, exasperated look at him, before pulling open the door, walking swiftly out and slamming it shut.