A/N: Yay, another chapter. Enjoy please.

I don't own Sherlock, not even a tiny part of it...

I'm starting to think I need a new password on my computer. However, if anyone wants to know, it was password. No, I'm kidding, even I'm not that dull. I don't think changing my password will help either, because Sherlock's going to guess it either way. Which, as you all could probably tell, he did again last night. I suppose I should just leave it and let him comment as he wants to, though if he edits anything I write instead of putting in his own thoughts…

Anyway, we've had Maximilian for about a week now and we can't find anyone who's willing to take him. He's sweet enough but he seems to have 'search and destroy' programmed into him. Thankfully he's left Sherlock's violin alone, but we're going to have to go look at a new table for the kitchen. That's not the worst thing he could have eaten, but I wish he'd waited for it to be clean and free of Sherlock's odd experiments. As you can probably guess, most of the odd experiments ended up on the floor by the time Max was finished chewing on the leg of the table. Which is bad. I've spent the last two days listening to rants about how finding this and that again will be nearly impossible, or at least will take a lot longer than Sherlock is willing to wait.

We've also invested in a gate. Since eating the table, the dog's locked permanently in my room. He gets fed there, watered there. He only leaves when I forget to put the gate back or I'm taking him for a walk. Yes, he's become my responsibility since we got him. I didn't sign up for this, but obviously Sherlock and dogs don't mix for long. No matter how friendly they seemed to be toward each other when I was first introduced to Max, that friendliness is almost non-existent now. So I guess I'll have to plead with you all. Someone, anyone, please take Max. Take him far away from Sherlock and keep him there.

…I'm starting to think that Sherlock's attitude towards Max is why he hasn't got many friends. He is a bit like this to everyone. Even me. I guess it takes something special to be able to stand it constantly, and even more of that special something to put up with him full-time like I have to. Obviously Max doesn't have whatever that is, or perhaps it's the other way around. Maybe Sherlock doesn't see anything less than irritating in the dog.

Okay, not so true. I actually caught him petting the dog this morning. It was a bit of an odd sight. First of all, Maximilian knocked down the gate. I was afraid he'd eaten something else, or Sherlock had eaten him, but instead they were sitting together on the floor. Sherlock dressed in his nightclothes, looking like he'd just woken up (which I'm sure is the truth - he'd have nothing to do with the dog if he wasn't tired). Max just starting at him with those dark brown eyes, rolled over on his back to happily receive the affection.

This is an odd dog. He definitely matches an odd man like Sherlock, but I could never see a happily ever after for them. Which is good, because the case has been solved and now all that needs to happen is a new home has to be found. Could you imagine keeping a dog? Here? Yeah, it's only a little bit short of hell.

As for the case, it was pretty simple. In Sherlock's mind, anyway. As I said before, the dead man (Brandon Thorne) was stabbed repeatedly and bite marks from a dog were used to cover up the wounds. Police and neighbours thought Max went rogue and killed Thorne. Not quite the truth. Sherlock wouldn't go for the theory and did some digging himself. The dog DNA collected from Thorne's body didn't match Max's, but it did match the dog belonging to Thorne's best friend. We found the knife used to kill Thorne in his best friend's house and he was quickly convicted. His dog has been put down as well, as sad as it is.

The only thing we didn't understand at first was the motive, but it soon became clear. Thorne wasn't the sparkling, clean person his family, friends, and colleagues made him out to be. He was stealing money from his workplace to pay off debts. Unfortunately, his best friend found out and demanded a share of the money. The kicker? Thorne wouldn't share. And… well, we all know the ending to this story.

Now that the case is solved, unfortunately we're all bored. Max, me, Sherlock. Which is even more reason to keep Max upstairs, and to hide Sherlock's gun. Both of those things I've already taken care of. And if you're reading this, Sherlock, you know very well why I took your gun. Don't assault me for it when you find it's missing. Thanks.

JW

[edited at 7:17pm]

Honestly, John. Give me my gun back. I could go and get it myself but that idiot of a dog is in the way. And no, I did not pet the dog. At all. He isn't deserving of such attention after all he's done.

SH

[edited at 8:30pm]

Don't pretend that you don't know where the gun is. You always know. So use your science of deduction and find it yourself. I'll give you a hint: I did not feed it to Max. Yet.

And yes, you did pet the dog. Admit it, Sherlock. Under that tough exterior there's a heart. The dog made you happy. Admit it.

JW

[edited at 9:00pm]

Never.

Also, please do make things more challenging. Playing 'hide and seek' with you and my gun was surprisingly easy. Of course I'd check the refrigerator first. You'd think I'd never check there. Unfortunately my gun is rather cold, though. I'll leave it on the counter if you'd like to try hiding it again.

SH