A/N

I threw this together incredibly fast just to get my next story started. Everything is still the same, I don't own anything, blah blah blah. Thanks everyone for your concern about my finals. You're so sweet.

WoC



Midterms were coming and I was having a slight panic attack. All the studying in the world never seemed like enough. I kept hibernating in the library so much that the few friends I had rarely saw me. I was even out studying Damien, which was no mean feat. I think he was finally worried about me because he decided to put an end to it.

"Come on, love," Damien "Sherlock" Holmes said in his heavy English accent as he hauled me up from a couch in the study room, "you study any more and your eyes are going to fall out."

All my protests weren't accomplishing anything because Damien had brought his stepbrother Micah as backup.

Damien and Micah were quite opposites in a lot of ways. Damien looked like he had been expertly crafted somewhere, well built with a swimmer's type body, high cheekbones, and clear complexion. I noticed that his dark hair was growing out a little so that the curliness of it was visible. Micah on the other hand was a good 6' 2''. He verged almost on being gangly, but not quite. He had dyed his hair jet black and had several piercings in the cartilage of his ear and one in his lip. With a well-made mouth and sapphire blue eyes, he was every bit as good looking as his stepbrother. I would have said they came out of a good gene pool except they came from totally different ones. Not that they always got along terrifically well. They were working on it though. It seemed that finding that they shared a common interest in crime solving helped. That's where I fit in. I was supposedly their common sense when they went plunging in to dangerous stuff. I wasn't always good common sense.

"Stop," I moaned, "I need to study."

"You were right," Micah put in with mock concern, "she's as bad as you said. She's going downhill fast."

I shook off Sherlock's grip only for the two boys to exchange looks and Damien to grab me around the waist and flip me over his shoulder. From my extremely upside-down position, I could see Micah gathering my books and giving friendly waves to the other occupants of the room who were now watching the commotion with interest.

"Put me down!" I demanded, my voice muffled by Damien's back.

"Not a chance," he returned. I could almost hear the smile in his voice.

I would have struggled a lot harder and been a lot more offended if I didn't harbor the biggest crush ever on Sherlock. We had started out just being friends, but when Micah entered the picture showing some interest in me, my feelings for Damien were suddenly prioritized.

"Are you going to put her down?" Micah said when we reached the parking lot.

"She'd only run," Sherlock said turning towards Micah then back towards his car. If he kept up too much of that he was going to give me motion sickness. I sighed and went limp. Sometimes it just wasn't worth the effort.

Damien flipped me onto the back seat of his Mustang and jumped behind the wheel.

"You might want to get out on the main roads pretty quick," I heard Micah say, "she may try to jump out at low speeds."

They were really having way too much fun with this.

"All right, you win," I sighed, "now where are we going?"

"You're going to dinner and a movie and you're going to like it," Sherlock playfully threatened.

Whether he knew it or not, and whether I wanted to or not, I figured it wasn't going to be too much of a stretch for me to like it.

"There's also something else in the way of crime I found to preoccupy you too," Damien added. If he only knew how much just he himself preoccupied me he'd be scared stiff.

I smiled to myself. As long as I was kidnapped, might as well enjoy myself.