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"I just don't get it," Kylie stated as she huffed slightly as she pulled her head back from the microscope and removing her glasses to look at Sherlock and John, "Why in the hell would someone bother to stage bone dust next to part of a pelvis in the middle of the street?"

"The pelvis was just laying next to a pile of it?" John asked as Sherlock didn't respond.

"Yeah…" Kylie said trailing off as she replaced her glasses and frowned at the slide.

"Whats that look for?" John asked.

"It just doesn't make sense. None of this makes sense. Why would someone stage it? Especially next to some hotel Lestrade swears is haunted…"

Sherlock audibly groaned and dropped his head, knowing exactly what is coming.

"Wait…. The scene was next to the castle hotel?!"

Kylie looked up in confusion.

"Why did you say that?" Sherlock asked Kylie in despair.

She gaped at him, "Why on earth would that matter? There is no way John actually considers that a ghost murdered someone."

"That place is haunted, Kylie," John said in all seriousness.

Kylie looked at him as if he had grown a third head.

"Seriously? You are kidding me right now, aren't you? John, you are a DOCTOR. You have a medical degree."

"I know it sounds crazy, but that place is haunted Kylie."

"Its not haunted!" Sherlock argued loudly, finally turn to face his two friends.

"It IS, Sherlock!" John retorted, "You weren't there!"

"Wait, wait, wait wait," Kylie said stopping the argument, still reeling from John's proclamation that 'ghosts were real', "You are probably the least superstitious person I know John. I mean, hell, you didn't believe that Sherlock saw a 'massive dog with red eyes in Baskerville'…"

"I didn't, I was drugged," Sherlock inputted.

"You didn't know that at the time from the culmination of versions I have heard," Kylie countered.

"You weren't even there!" Sherlock argued before Kylie turned and gaped at him.

"Can I finish what I was saying? I'm making an argument for your side you know?"

"You weren't correct," he stated simply.

Kylie sighed and shut her eyes in frustration with the man.

"What I was trying to say," she said as she turned back to John, "Was that you have all of that, and yet, you believe in ghosts?"

"Not ghosts," John told her, "Just that there is… something that lives in that place… something that kills…"

Kylie raised an eyebrow at him.

"What are you? A movie announcer now?"

"Look," John said facing her squarely, "I have a few Army mates who have stayed there. Each say they saw something, something that only came out in the middle of the night. They heard screams and creaks as if something was pacing up and down the walls, stalking and choosing their next victim."

"It sounds like Harry Potter," Kylie countered.

John glared at her.

"Fine," Kylie threw her hands up in defense, "Tell then, did you see it. Actually see it?"

"I heard it," John told her.

"YOU WERE DRUNK!" Sherlock said unable to handle the absurdity of this conversation any longer.

"I was not drunk!"

"You ran back to Baker Street and told me about it before preceding to spend the rest of the night singing to yourself on the bathroom floor retching," Sherlock told him.

Silence.

"I heard it though Sherlock!"

"Uh, guys?" Kylie said as she switched her microscope to project onto the monitor, looking at it closer.

"You were delusional! Your simple little mind couldn't handle the intoxication."

"Guys…"

"Simple? Oh, I forgot you are the GREAT Sherlock Holmes who can never be wrong or altered…"

"GUYS!"

Sherlock and John jumped slightly only to see Kylie pointing at the monitor in slight disbelief.

"I know how she was turned into dust," she said as she kept staring at the screen.

"How?" John asked and he and Sherlock walked over to examine the monitor closely.

"She was cremated," Kylie told them, "I think she was skinned, stripped, and then her bones were cremated. Do you see these rings and flecks? That's ash and scoring. Those rings are only created from extreme temperatures. Essentially its from the singeing of the membranes of the osteons."

Sherlock looked up at John with a self-assured smiled.

"Ghosts don't cremate people," he told John pointedly.

"People cremate people," Kylie finished for him as she turned around to smile at John.

John glared at them, "I never thought I would miss it when you two were up each other's arses instead of sleeping together and agreeing."

Kylie chuckled to herself and felt the heat come to her face as Sherlock's face turned a bright shade of red.

Heels clacked down the hall before the door to the lab burst open.

"You come back and you didn't call me?!" Mary nearly yelled at Kylie as she walked in.

"Hi Mare," Kylie smiled at her as she turned around to face her petite blonde friend, getting up to hug her tightly.

"When did you get here?"

"I just got in last night. Sorry I haven't called you yet, I was a bit occupied," Kylie said motioning to the evidence bags around them.

"That's not the only thing you've been occupied with," John muttered.

Kylie turned and glared at John.

"I mean, you two did look a bit occupied in the shower," John said as he walked over and kissed his fiancé hello before looking over at Kylie and Sherlock, "that is what you kids are calling these days, isn't it?"

Both Sherlock and Kylie glared daggers at John as Mary looked between the two of them.

"Wait… WHAT?!" Mary gaped, looking at John for confirmation.

Sherlock groaned dramatically as he stood up and grabbed his jacket.

"Are you two officially… back together?" Mary gaped happily.

Kylie cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably. They haven't really clarified the "title" of their relationship quite yet… or even really talked about… well, anything. Most of their time had been spent either physical or case related.

"She uh… also moved in with him," John added with a grin.

"YOU WHAT?" Mary said, grinning from ear to ear as Sherlock grabbed Kylie's jacket and scarf, handing it to her quickly.

"Thanks John," Kylie said forcefully as she nearly ground her teeth together in anger.

"Just didn't want you to leave anything out," John told her with a grin, "Oh, and they finally shagged."

"About damn time!" Mary said with the largest grin Kylie had ever seen on her friend's face, "How was it?" she asked with a waggle of her eyebrows.

Kylie blushed and gaped at her friend in blunt shock.

"So glad there is no secrets between friends," John smirked vengefully as he retook his seat.

Sherlock grabbed Kylie's arm and dragged her out of the room.

"Call me later, I have some really great pre-wedding advice for you Mare!" Kylie yelled after her with a glare at John.

Mary frowned as she watched Sherlock drag her friend out of the lab and down the hallway.

"Did she say 'pre-wedding' advice?" Mary asked.

"Have you not looked at your phone?" John asked.

"Uh, no. I've been doing post-mortems all day. Why?"

"No reason. Just drop your phone or throw it in the Thames," John said as he got up and began to lock up the evidence that they had left out.

Mary laughed and hopped up on the counter.

"So, how do you know they actually shagged?" Mary asked, "Did Sherlock say something? Because THAT would surprise me."

John snorted at the thought of Sherlock opening up on the topic, "More like I walked in on them in the shower."

Mary laughed loudly in disbelief.

"What? Really? I am never going to let her live this down."

"Just do it once you throw your phone in the Thames and ideally never to speak until after the wedding."

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Kylie stepped out of the cab, tightening her scarf around her neck as she stepped onto the sidewalk of Baker Street, waiting for Sherlock to finish paying the cabbie.

She was home.

Her home.

221B.

God, it never felt so right.

"Are you sure that the muscle and organs were stripped before the body was cremated?" Sherlock asked as he dug out his key.

"Yeah, it seems like that from the marks on the bone. But the trace that we ran under the microscope was all bone," Kylie said as she watched him open the door.

"Hmm," Sherlock muttered as he followed her in.

Kylie turned and looked at him curiously as she removed her jacket and scarf, hanging them on the coat rack.

"What are you thinking?" she asked curiously.

"Something just doesn't fit," Sherlock muttered before he looked up the stairs, "Where did I put my patches?"

"Nicotine patches?" Kylie asked as she raced up the stairs after him, "Sherlock God, no please. Do you know the effect that chemical has on your body?"

Sherlock opened the door and walked into the flat, stopping dead in his tracks, causing a charging Kylie to run into him.

"Really? That changed your mind…. Oh good Lord," Kylie said as she got a glance of the flat, seeing exactly why Sherlock had stopped in his tracks.

Packing boxes and furniture covered the flat. It wasn't any furniture though, it was the same furniture that had been in her flat downstairs in 221C before she had moved out.

Sherlock just kept looking around strangely at the furniture trying to figure out exactly what had happened to his flat.

"How in the hell did this get here?" Kylie asked as she took a step into the flat, touching the boxes to ensure that they were really there.

"What… is it?"

"Its all the stuff I left in my flat when I left," Kylie said in amazement.

It really was everything.

"How did it end up in the flat?" Sherlock asked, unsure of how he felt about the intrusion of new things in his flat.

"Mary took it. I gave it to her to sell."

"And I," said Mycroft as he walked in through the door, "put it in storage."

Sherlock glared at him as his older brother walked past him and into the flat.

"Can't you go and meddle in someone else's life?"

Mycroft gave his younger brother a sarcastic smile before turning back to Kylie, "I thought you may be wanting it again."

"Why?" Sherlock asked bluntly, "I have furniture."

"You obviously don't understand women," Mycroft told him.

Sherlock snorted, "And you do?"

"Much more than you do," Mycroft countered.

"Boys," Kylie scolded as she rolled her eyes walking over to Sherlock and laid a hand on Sherlock's torso comfortingly, wrapping her other arm around him. She felt Sherlock stiffen, before relaxing slightly as he subtly wrapped his arm around her waist. "Thank you though, Mycroft. That was very thoughtful."

"You're welcome," Mycroft smiled.

There was a moment of silence before Mycroft spoke again.

"Have you had any leads with the Thames House case?" Mycroft asked.

"Aaaannnd there's the manipulation," Kylie sighed, rolling her eyes as Sherlock groaned under his breath.

"I am busy Mycroft. Get one of your flackies to do it."

"I'm trying to do that," Mycroft told him with a smile.

Sherlock glowered.

Mycroft then laid eyes on Kylie.

"Oh, no," she laughed, rubbing Sherlock's chest before slipping out of his arms and began busying herself with the boxes, "I am not getting involved in this. We are working a case as well as now I am unpacking and trying to set up a new job."

"That can be taken care of, I assure you," Mycroft told her.

"Yeah… I don't need a war, so I'll pass," Kylie said giving him a smile.

Mycroft sighed.

"It's like you've already merged into one personality."

"No, it really isn't. You are just that intolerable sometimes," Kylie smiled.

Mycroft gave Kylie a look.

"Are you gone yet?" Sherlock complained as he walked over and flopped down on the couch, "Kylie and I have things to discuss."

Kylie looked at him, a small pit in her stomach beginning to form. Was he regretting what had happened between them? Did he really not love her?

Insecurity was swirling through her body like a hurricane.

This is what happens when you don't allow time to talk to him…

"I will call you tomorrow about the case," Mycroft said as he walked towards the door.

"No you wont," Sherlock called out from the couch, as Mycroft left, shutting the door behind him.

Kylie sighed and looked over at the couch, seeing Sherlock shut his eyes and shift uncomfortably.

"You don't want my stuff here, do you?" Kylie asked.

Sherlock made a high pitched whining noise from the back of his throat, submitting that as his answer.

"So you do," Kylie dropped her head, nearly drowning in the insecurity as she did.

"Its… different."

"Well, you wont have to worry about it. I'll sell it or put it in John's room… well, my room…" Kylie said as she bent over to look in the boxes.

Sherlock opened his eyes and sat up, looking at her in confusion.

Kylie felt eyes on her and turned to look at him.

"What?"

Sherlock looked down, fighting the words that were about to come out, making Kylie even more bewildered.

"I thought…. I thought that…"

"That what?" Kylie asked.

"That, my room was your room," Sherlock muttered so quietly, she barely even heard him.

Kylie felt a smile come over her face and that tidal wave of insecurity start to decrease as he looked somewhat hurt.

"I just… didn't know where we stood," Kylie told him as she walked over and sat on the arm of the couch, "I just… uh, didn't want to make assumptions you weren't comfortable with."

Sherlock looked over at her with the same confusion.

Kylie sighed and slid off the arm and landed next to Sherlock on the couch.

"We… uh haven't really clarified things between us."

Sherlock looked at the ground in confusion before turning to her, "What's there to clarify?"

It was Kylie's turn to look up at him in shock.

"I just didn't know what you were comfortable with. I mean we haven't really clarified anything or even really.. uh… talked since I showed up last night."

Sherlock just kept looking at her in confusion.

"I…." Kylie began before trailing off, "I just want this to work. I don't want to push you. I love you, Sherlock. All those months we were split up were terrible and something I really don't want to repeat."

Kylie couldn't look at him, she just kept staring at the floor, hoping, praying for a response.

It took a moment, but then a large hand softly ran itself through her hair before pulling her close and kissing her temple.

"I don't either," he whispered to her.

Kylie shut her eyes, relishing the feeling.

He didn't regret it.

"I love you too," he told her in a small, miniscule voice.

Kylie pulled back and looked at him, running a hand down his cheek before leaning up and pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss. The kiss was tender and lingering, causing her heart to nearly burst at the seams as the kiss broke. She felt his thumb stroke her cheek before he captured her lips once more.

It wasn't long before the pair ended up in their bedroom to finish what had been interrupted by a certain friend earlier that morning.

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Later that night, Sherlock laid in bed, his eyes beginning to droop as his fingers felt the soft skin of the woman nuzzled into his side, lazily drawing shapes on his chest.

He never would have guessed that being in bed with this woman could make him this relaxed. It was as if there was not a single problem in the world….

It wasn't until Kylie stiffened suddenly, that his body began to stir once more.

She laid a hand flat on his chest and used it to help her sit up a bit, looking him in the eyes.

Sherlock opened it to see her tussled hair and eyes sparkling in the shimmering moonlight seeping in from bedroom window.

"The hotel," Kylie said suddenly.

"What?" Sherlock asked, coming back to reality.

"The hotel, why is it called the Castle?"

Sherlock looked at her as if she had lost her mind.

"Uh, its essentially a maze on the inside. No one knows how it is truly structured on the inside. The owner used multiple builders when it was built to keep the blueprints a secret."

Kylie's eyebrows knitted together in thought, "Why would the owner keep it a secret? I mean who in the hell turns a hotel into a maze?"

Sherlock looked at her, pondering the absurdity of it as well.

Kylie smiled.

"I think it was built as a murder house," she said, unable to hide the excitement.

"Murder house…"

"I mean, think about it," Kylie said, her eyes sparkling with intrigue, "A hotel, with a bunch of strangers, a maze, no where to run… it's a psychopath's dream home."

Sherlock felt his mind began racing with possibilities and scenarios.

She was right.

Kylie smiled, quickly kissing him, causing his mind to go blank. When he came back to reality, he saw Kylie's naked form climbing out of bed and throwing on the nearest possible clothes, happening to be her underwear and his purple shirt, throwing them both on as she walked out into the living room.

Sherlock watched her disappear as coldness began to eat at him. She had been gone for less than 30 seconds and he was already missing her warmth and comfort. He rolled his eyes at himself.

How in the hell did he become such a sap?

He sighed loudly and sat up, throwing off the sheet and grabbing his pants, putting them on as he walked out into the living room, seeing Kylie booting up the laptop before she walked into the kitchen to put on the kettle. He couldn't help but watch the way she walked, feeling his breath being taken away by the sight of her.

The way his favorite purple shirt hung off of her as she put water into the kettle was something to be appreciated. She had not buttoned it all the way, allowing the shirt to barely keep her decent.

She was wearing his shirt, his favorite shirt. But the fact that she was his, and wearing his shirt, stirred some primitive feelings from deep within.

Kylie walked back out into the living room and smiled when she saw him standing there staring at her.

"Damn," she said, looking at him appreciatively, "I could get used to this view."

Sherlock shifted awkwardly, a deep blush coming over him, causing Kylie to laugh as she sauntered over, laying a hand on his chest.

"That wont get old for a long time," she joked before she kissed him chastely.

She made to pull away, but she found she couldn't as his arms were snaked around her, holding her in place.

She laughed into his lips before gently pulling Sherlock's hands off of her.

"Just let me see something," she told him as she turned around and began searching the Castle Hotel online.

Sherlock sighed and walked into the kitchen, making tea as Kylie kept searching. When he returned she was paused over a certain webpage.

"mm…" Kylie said smiling, "There."

Sherlock set a mug of tea for her on the table as he lent down to read over her shoulder.

"A conspiracy site?" Sherlock inquired skeptically as he read.

"Hey, sometimes these guys are the only ones to see patterns," Kylie told him, "And look, over the last 30 years, over 200 guests have disappeared after staying in that hotel."

"The killings are connected with the hotel somehow," Sherlock said grinning.

"Exactly," Kylie said as she pulled her legs under her and began to nurse the mug of tea in her hands.

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