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Sherlock's grey eyes squinted as he focused on the X-ray machine's display monitor. He was scanning Irene's camera phone, looking to see if there was a way to access its contents without the password. In the midst of microchips and minuscule wires, were four dark circles, one at each corner. He would have studied them closer if Molly hadn't interrupted him… which was kind of unavoidable since he was at St, Bart's Hospital.

"Is that a phone?" Molly asked, squinting at the screen as well.

"It's a camera phone." Sherlock answered.

"And you X-raying it?"

While Sherlock could understand her curiosity, he was slowly becoming more annoyed.

"Yes I am." He replied.

"Who's phone is it?"

"A woman's." Sherlock began replying more quickly, hoping the entire conversation would end soon. Molly paused for a moment, feeling the words stick in her throat,

"…Your girlfriend?"

Sherlock leaned away from the screen, pondering her question.

"You think she's my girlfriend because I'm X-raying her possessions?" was that what couples normally did? Seemed a bit unnecessary…

"Well, we all do silly things." She giggled nervously. Sherlock? Silly? No way… unless it was necessary for a case, which scanning the phone was. Then something clicked in his brain… people do silly things more often than he thought…

"Yes… they do… don't they?" Sherlock slowly turned to Molly, with a slightly happy grin. "Very silly…"

Molly's face became pale as she wondered if he was talking about her. But to her relief, Sherlock quickly got out of his chair and spun around to the X-ray machine. Grabbing Ms. Adler's phone he rambled on his thoughts.

"She sent this to my address… and she loves to play games." Sherlock said absent mindedly, quickly typing in a new password guess.

I am

221B

Locked

Molly's worry grew at his comment, wondering if she waited too long to confess her feelings…

The phone buzzed, telling Sherlock he had only 2 attempts left. Sherlock growled and pocketed the phone angrily.

"Sh-she does?" Molly asked, flustered. The detective ignored her and put the phone back in the machine for further inspection. Molly was still confused about the whole situation… and found herself repeating a question.

"So that is your girlfriend's phone?" she asked. Sherlock groaned a bit and answered without thinking.

"No, Jo-Ann would never let my X-ray her phone."

"What?!" Molly asked in shock. Where the rumors true?! Sherlock's eyes widened a bit at what he just said… did he really just call Jo-Ann his girlfriend?

"Uh-no that's…not…" seeing no way out of the situation, Sherlock grabbed his belongs along with the camera phone. "Thank you Molly." He said calmly as he walked out the door.

Molly stood in the now empty lab, frozen in shock. Why didn't she see it before? The two flatmates spent nearly every moment together… everyone who ever say the two together couldn't deny that there was something there. Slowly, the pathologist felt her heart ache.

Sherlock arrived back at the flat, thinking about what he said and why he said it… after all, Jo-Ann could never be his girlfriend… right?

He shook his head and took off his coat as soon as he entered the living room of their flat, but he kept the camera phone on his person by putting it in his suit jacket. He froze in his tracks, though, when he heard the slight banging of an open window. Sherlock looked up slowly, walking in the direction of the noise. The window in the bathroom was unlatched, and swinging open… suggesting there was another intruder. Yet this intruder had to be considerably smaller then that American man. Sherlock backed away and started towards his bedroom, hearing Jo-Ann enter the flat and set down some shopping bags she was carrying.

"Sherlock?" she called, looking down the hallway to see Sherlock through the door frame, staring intently at something.

"Jo-Ann?... we have a client." He answered. Jo-Ann's face took on a look of confusion as she took off her coat and walked over to Sherlock.

"Where? In the bedroom?" she chuckled. But coming into the said room, she also stared at what the detective had been looking at.

There, on Sherlock's large bed, laid a sleeping Irene Adler, cuddling the sheets.

Her appearance was more casual than normal, with her wavy brown hair out from the bun and spreading all over her shoulders. She was wearing a plain light green, long sleeved shirt and denim jeans that fit her snuggly.

"Oh…" Jo-Ann said out of slight shock. "That's… unusual…"

Sherlock only stood there, formulating a plan… but seeing her sleep somehow made the detective want to leave her be.

"Come on Jo-Ann… let's leave her to get some rest." He said, tugging on the doctor's arm, against her protests, and closed the bedroom door behind them.

Jo-Ann carried two cups of coffee to the living room, one was black with two sugars, and the other had a good bit of cream in it. The doctor handed the black coffee to Sherlock, who was staring out the window again. He took it, but after the first sip, he seemed to forget he had it. Jo-Ann sighed and sat down in her favorite chair, delighting in the warm and creamy taste of her coffee. But her happiness faded away, staring at her detective that looked so distant. Why was he acting like this now? Irene was not only alive, but she was just a room away. Instincts told the doctor that something else was wrong.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Jo-Ann set down her coffee and got up from her chair. Steps seemed like miles as she approached the detective from behind, preparing her mind for any jabs or insults he would make. She stood behind him, just far enough away. If she didn't look upwards, her eyes would be lined up with his shoulder blades. Clearing her throat, she finally spoke.

"Sherlock?"

The detective's ears twitched. No matter how confused he was about her, no matter how mad or upset he could be at her… he always enjoyed the way she said his name. Sherlock turned his head back, just enough to see her. Her hair was down again, brushed neatly and parted to the side. She wore a dark blue sweater, slightly framing her curves, with black skinny jeans.

"What's wrong?" she asked. Sherlock cleared his throat and looked back at the window. Did he want to tell her the truth? It had been bothering him for some time, all the strange thoughts. But he didn't want Jo-Ann to know… he couldn't tell her.

"That's not really your concern is it?" Sherlock asked coldly. Crap… he didn't intend to say that… or say it that harshly.

"You can bet your ass it's my concern." Jo-Ann said firmly, putting her hands on her hips. Sherlock's eyes widened, shocked at her reaction. He turned around slowly, eyeing her with confusion. She stared at him aggressively, suggesting she wanted him to spill the beans. The detective found himself gulping nervously, staring into her deep blue eyes.

"Why is it your concern?" he managed to ask.

"Because I care about you and your wellbeing is my top priority." Jo-Ann answered. It was true, she hated seeing him like this, and she was determined to fix it any way she could.

"Why? Because Mycroft asked you to take care of me?" Sherlock snorted. Jo-Ann's face fell at his remark… Mycroft asked Jo-Ann to report Sherlock's condition to him, willing to pay her a significant amount of money, but she refused at first… after Sherlock said it was fine, Jo-Ann took up the offer and, as Mycroft promised, was paid to tell him the little things about Sherlock's life… if he was eating and small things like that. Jo-Ann felt angry at the fact that Sherlock assumed that was the only reason she cared.

"What?! How dare you say that! You're the one said it was ok-"

"But it's the only reason you care, isn't it?" Sherlock held his hands behind his back, and began walking towards the doctor… causing her to step back when he got too close. "Let's face it… you're here for no reason other to be my assistant. The only reason you do that is because you get off on danger and Mycroft pays you." He breathed. Jo-Ann stopped walking backwards then, making the detective stop as well. They stood close together, but glares were the only thing that was being exchanged between them. Jo-Ann breathed heavily through her nose, anger rising at a surprising rate. How dare he think that was her only reason! She was going to argue back, when an idea struck her. If she wanted to say how she felt… why not prove it?

"… We're going out." Jo-Ann stated, walking away from Sherlock to get their coats. The detective did a double take at her.

"What?"

"I said we're going out." Jo-Ann told him, handing him his long black coat and scarf. Sherlock took them, but was still greatly confused.

"Where? What about the Woman?" he asked. Jo-Ann zipped up her tan jacket, and wrapped her red scarf around her neck.

"You'll see, and Adler is sleeping now anyway so I don't think she'll miss us." Jo-Ann smiled, grabbing a very confused Sherlock and running out the door.

"A Carnival?" Sherlock asked with complete annoyance. Of all the places Jo-Ann could have taken him, she took him to a loud, bright center of small children, messy food, and unfair games that nearly robbed you due to deception and self-determination. Sherlock felt slight disgust and wished to go home immediately. Turning around, he began to do just that. Jo-Ann quickly grabbed his arm and swung him around.

"Come on Sherlock! We're gonna have some fun!" she chuckled, dragging him over to the cotton candy stand.

"Not unless there's a murder." Sherlock mumbled. Jo-Ann ignored him and ordered a blue cotton candy for the both of them. She took a few bites, and smiled at the sweet taste. Sherlock eyes her cautiously…

"What's so amazing about colored sugar?" he asked. Jo-Ann didn't look at him; she just gazed down at the fluffy candy wrapped around a white paper cone. Her eyes took on a softness, much to the detective's surprise.

"You know… I don't like many sweet things…" She continued to stare at the candy as they walked through the sunset lit park. "But I've always loved cotton candy… I used to have it all the time, when my da' would take me to amusement parks and things like that…" she looked up at Sherlock and smiled, "I love memories like that."

Sherlock had a small smile tug at the corners of his mouth, but refrained. Why was she doing this? There was no purpose to this trip… or sharing little memories of no logical value… he wanted to ask why, but was interrupted by Jo-Ann holding the cotton candy to him. He fought the urge to decline and took a small piece. The two finished eating and rode a few rides. Sherlock was skeptical, saying that it was just a contraption to stimulate adrenaline, but Jo-Ann pulled him on anyway.

After riding a few, Jo-Ann wanted to play some of the Carnivals games. Walking around the pathways of the fair, Sherlock scoped them out from a distance.

"Nope, oversized bottle necks are too large for those rings… nope, balls are too light to knock down the cans… oh that game wouldn't work…" he thought. Jo-Ann tugged on the sleeve of his coat, catching his attention.

"What about that one?" she asked, pointing to a squirt gun game. They walked over to it, letting Sherlock get a closer view.

"Small target, yet small water stream… possible success with steady aim,"

"This one is possible." Sherlock answered. Jo-Ann giggled and handed the game vendor the money to play. The doctor took a seat on one of the red stools and patted the seat next to her for Sherlock. He smirked and sat down.

The two looked at each other competitively as the countdown began to start the game. The bell rang loudly, signaling the start. Jo-Ann fired at the target with intensity, while the detective had a late start… being distracted by doctor's mischievous smile.

Jo-Ann claimed her victory, pumping a fist into the air as the victory siren rang. Sherlock hit the surface of the counter in anger of his loss. The doctor was about to pick her prize when Sherlock spoke up.

"Again." He told her. Jo-Ann did a double take, he actually wanted to play… she smiled and told the vendor to set them up for another round. The points Jo-Ann received were saved, giving the opportunity to win a bigger prize. Sherlock readied himself, full of determination, making Jo-Ann laugh to herself. The game started, only this time, Sherlock was fully prepared and got a head start. It was a very close call, but Jo-Ann still claimed victory. Sherlock breathed in slowly, tilting his head to refrain from pounding the counter again.

"Need I remind you I was in the army? You've seen my steady shooting before." Jo-Ann chuckled. "Wanna try again?" she asked. Sherlock nodded, he was obviously bent on beating the doctor at the silly carnival game.

They played two more times, each time Jo-Ann winning once again. The third time was different though… the siren rang loudly, telling all the people around that Sherlock was the winner this time.

"Yes!" he shouted, jumping up from his seat and raising his arms. Then realization hit him. He looked down at Jo-Ann… She stared at him with a large smile and soft eyes, holding her chin with her palm and leaning on the counter with her elbow. Crap… she got him to be happy over a silly game. Sherlock cleared his throat and lowered his arms, glancing around to see if anyone was watching. Luckily the crowd moved on normally, but the game vendor crossed his arms and smiled.

"You two make quite a pair." The vendor chuckled.

Normally, Sherlock wouldn't have said anything, but after hearing Jo-Ann shout at Irene with such intensity, he didn't want to hear her say it again…

"um… no we're not-" Sherlock began to object his time, but was interrupted by his doctor.

"Yes we do, don't we?" Jo-Ann laughed.

Sherlock froze for a moment, before slowly turning to face her. She got up from her seat and asked the vendor what prizes they could pick, ignoring the detective's stare. The vendor let Jo-Ann pick a large prize and one small one, while Sherlock got one small one. Jo-Ann picked a large plush monkey and a small penguin toy. It was Sherlock's turn to pick a toy, although he wasn't the least bit interested. He glanced over the selection, nothing really standing out. On a whim, he selected a brown stuffed dog.

The two walked throughout the carnival as night fell, Jo-Ann listening to Sherlock deduce several strangers from a distance. The doctor would crack a joke, making the detective laugh a bit. It felt nice, to have her by his side and just being with him. But it made him wonder… why?

The last ride that was at the carnival was the large and colorfully lit Ferris wheel. It was no London Eye, but it was in good condition for a carnival. Sherlock and Jo-Ann climbed into one of the many small, enclosed passenger cars and took off on the circular trip. Jo-Ann smiled brightly, pointing out different sights from their view, laughing once when she saw a child playing with their parents. Sherlock didn't take in the view like her though… he was too captivated by her. The lights from below their car illuminated the small space between them, brightening every feature on the doctor's face. Her deep blue eyes sparkled with intensity that would challenge the starry sky that rested above them. Jo-Ann turned to look at him, making her hair swing in a circular motion and framing her face. Her cheeks became rosy at the sight of him, making her smile more. Sherlock felt his breath hitch, feeling all cares melting away… but the whole reason for this trip, was still unknown… making the detective worry more and more. After a short silence, Sherlock finally asked the question.

"Why are you doing this?"