Chapter six! Joy and rapture. Ok, since I'm in a good mood (for once) I decided to do some plug-ins. They are as followed: READ THE STORIES BY SOMEDAY SARA AND HANNAH HOLMES! THEY ARE GREAT WRITERS! ALSO, READ ALL THE OTHER STORIES, 'CAUSE THEY'RE JUST AS GOOD! Their. I'll give more plug-ins later, but for now that is what I'm giving.

Chapter Six: Snow Storm

"Lovely. It's snowing. Can things get any worse?" I groaned.

It was the middle of February, and I was at my house with- unfortunately- Holmes and Jeremy. Knowing our luck, we'd get snowed in and then I would have to figure out who murdered who.

"It's snowing again? I thought London was famous for rain?" Jeremy asked. Holmes, who sat in the corner of my room with a book in hand looked up at him.

"It is. We usually don't get snow. This is very unusual weather (A.N. Correct me if I'm wrong)," Holmes said. I nodded.

"Meteorologists don't know what to make of it. I think they're blaming El Nino or something like that," I said. Holmes sat back in his chair.

"Either way, we're not getting out of this house. Which, thankfully, means HE won't either," Holmes said. HE was, of course, the killer. But since Jeremy didn't know about it, we didn't bother to tell him. Jeremy sighed.

"Well God knows that I don't want someone stuck in this house with me. Flip on the news, see if they expect any change in the weather," Jeremy said. Holmes scowled at him and went to turn on the television.

Across the screen, a preppy reporter smiled back at us. She was outside, near the river from what I could tell. Holmes sat down in his chair waiting to see what she would say.

"...And another body is found today, frozen in the Thames, making this the seventh body in the past two months. Police have identified her as Selene Handyn. Selene Handyn is the daughter of Mr. George Handyn, the man who started the 'Moonscape' club for his daughter. Selene was sixteen years old and attended-". Holmes flipped off the TV. Jeremy jumped up.

"Hey, I was watching that!" he protested. Holmes shrugged, indifferent to Jeremy's outburst. He turned to me.

"Another one," he said simply. I nodded. Jeremy looked at us.

"What are you two talking about? You are so secretive Jenny. What is going on?" Jeremy demanded. Holmes turned away from him and came up to me.

"I'll be in the living room, preparing to stay. You may tell him, if you wish," Holmes whispered into my ear. I smiled back at him, but he just left the room. Jeremy grinned and took the chair Holmes had been occupying.

"It's about time that stiff left," Jeremy snickered. I glared at him.

"Look, Jeremy, I know you don't think much of Holmes, but he is a great person. I wish you'd try to get to know him," I expressed. Jeremy rolled his eyes.

"He's a jerk, Jenny. Get over it. That guy wouldn't know amusement if it danced in front of him, naked at that. I think you should move onto someone else. Someone better," Jeremy suggested. I slapped him.

"Holmes is my BEST FRIEND. What part of that don't you understand? And will you stop trying to seduce me? It isn't going to work," I snapped. Jeremy frowned at me.

"We once went out," he whimpered. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Look, Jeremy, we both decided we shouldn't go out anymore. We bored each other. Remember, I was the brains, you were the actor? And it was one date, you can't judge anything on that," I pointed out. Jeremy scowled.

"I'm going to bed. Wake me up when you change your mind," he growled.

"Well, you'll be sleeping a long time then."

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I walked downstairs wrapped in a blanket. Holmes was stretched out on the couch bed thing and didn't seem to notice my approach.

"Hey," I whispered. He turned his head to look at me, then turned away. I nudged him and he scooted over.

"Look, Jeremy's a jerk. Don't let him get to you," I said. Holmes rolled over to face me.

"Why do you think he's a jerk?" asked Holmes. I smirked at him.

"Well, let's just say he said some nasty things upstairs which made me see his true colors," I replied. Holmes nodded and put his arm around me.

"Selene Handyn. The seventh girl. This is getting out of hand," he whispered. I tugged at his hand.

"No kidding. Holmes, what are we going to do? We don't have any leads whatsoever. How are we going to find out who he's going to try to get next?" I whispered back. I felt Holmes shrug next to me.

"I guess we pray that he doesn't get anyone else before we can figure out who he is," Holmes supposed. I sighed.

"And if he does get someone else?"

"Well, then we keep working."

"That doesn't help Holmes."

"Think of it this way. The police don't even have any clues."

I smiled and rolled over and put my head against Holmes's chest.

"I don't even want to think that another girl is going to die before we can figure out who did this," I muttered into his shirt. Holmes kissed the top of my head and pulled me away from him.

"Don't think about it, then," Holmes confirmed. I smiled and rolled onto my back.

"Gosh, who would name there club 'Moonscape'? And who would join it?" I asked. Holmes sat up.

"All I know about it is from what Olivia and Irene told me," he said. I nodded.

"What is it all about?" I asked, knowing quite well that his sister had been part of it five long years ago.

"It's a club for girls who like the stars, essentially. They are all really dreamy girls, who always had there heads in the clouds," replied Holmes. I sighed again.

"Must be nice not knowing what is going on down here on earth," I mumbled. Holmes laughed softly.

"Irene joined before she ran away. She seemed to like it, but she came back one night really upset," Holmes continued. I looked at him.

"What happened?"

"She wouldn't say. She said something about a boy had been there (it was an all girls club) and she didn't like him."

"Oh. Well, I'm going to bed. Talk to you tomorrow?" I began to rise, and felt Holmes pull me back.

"Stay?" he asked. I smiled at him.

"I remember you got angry at me once for asking you to stay with me," I remembered. Holmes smiled.

"That was then, this is now. Besides, I highly doubt that your mother will think we had sex now, don't you think?" Holmes reflected. I grinned and curled up next to him.

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"Jenny, I just came to tell you that I think I should leave," someone said. I groaned and looked away from the light.

"Jeremy, is that you?" I asked. I heard a soft chuckling.

"No, it's the Queen of England," he said. I smiled and opened my eyes.

"You're leaving, huh?"

"Yeah. The week is up, and my plane is leaving in an hour or so," Jeremy told me. I sighed.

"Look, I wish you could have given Holmes a chance... speaking of which, where is he?" I asked, confused as to why Holmes was gone. Jeremy sat down next to me.

"He went home early this morning. Said he had preparations to make. We called a truce, though. Talked about you a bit," Jeremy said. I nodded and then realized what he said.

"You didn't tell him about the birthday party fiasco?" I asked quickly. Jeremy laughed.

"He found that one particularly amusing. I even showed him the picture!" Jeremy exclaimed. I gasped.

"The one with my face in the cake... Jeremy you didn't!" I shouted, quite embarrassed.

"I gave him a copy, he seemed very fond of it."

"Oh man..."

Jeremy stood up and hugged me.

"I'll miss you Jen. He's a great guy, I'm sorry I insulted him."

"Yeah, well."

"He's wants you to call him when you get up, by the way, something about an interview with a Mr. Handyn," Jeremy remembered. I nodded and kissed him on the cheek.

"Talk to you later, Jeremy. Tell my Dad I said hi. And Aunt Sophia," I whispered. My voice had gone hoarse with emotion and I turned away.

"Bye Jenny. See you later." Jeremy turned and walked out the door, leaving me alone in the house.

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"Hello?"

"Holmes, this is Watson. Jeremy said that you wanted me to call you?" I said into the phone. Holmes made a noise of remembrance.

"Yes, we're going to see Mr. Handyn. I had a... premonition of sorts, and I want to ask a few questions. Irene will be there, she knows the best questions to ask. And she isn't all that spacey today, thank heavens," Holmes answered. I smiled at the reference to his sister and told him I'd be at his house in a little while.

"Oh, and Watson?" he asked before I hung up.

"Yes?"

"Vanilla frosting on your face doesn't go well with your complexion."

Well? That is chapter six, people. I think I'm on the final stretch, sadly enough. I'm running out of ideas. We're talking three to four more chapters, but that is it. Please r/r!