Hiyah! It's me, Anneliese! I'm so glad you've waited for me!!! ::tears run down her face:: I love you all! (And no, not in the gay sense!) Thanks for being so patient with me as I waited for MaryChristmas to update!!! Here's the REAL chapter four!!!

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Zed! thought Lestrade. She had to come tonight, of all nights! What are we going to do?! Shoot this all! What is Holmes going to do? What am I going to do, for that matter!

WHAT?! thought Holmes. There can't just happen to be two Miss Kendricksons visiting me. Coincidence does not come to me in a manner such as this. One must be an actress...one of them is lying...but which one? We'll soon see.

"Show her in, Watson," said Holmes, trying to keep himself under control and keep his mask of indifference in place over his face.

Watson left to let in their new guest.

Zed! Oh, zed, zed, zed, zed! Why now!? Why!? She has the most horrible timing in the world!

I wonder...is the one I'm talking to about to commit murder? She seems capable at the moment...you just have to look in her eyes...I wonder if she's about to murder me or this new Miss Kendrickson...

Holmes was the first to see her. She was dressed in a very low cut evening gown the color of the sky at night that sparkled with her every movement. The dress went to her ankles and clung to every curve of her body. Her black tresses were pinned loosely to the top of her head. Her brown eyes were sharp and bright with intelligence and wit. Her peaches-and-cream skin made her beautiful. The only thing that kept her from being the most lovely woman in the world was the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth and the presence of a frown on her face almost every time you saw her. Unless she was toying with someone.

"Miss Kendrickson, how nice to see you," said Holmes. "I would like to introduce you to...well, Miss Kendrickson."

Lestrade and Alicia locked eyes. They stared at each other for a long time, brilliant brown eyes meeting another pair of identical brown eyes.

"It is a pleasure to meet you," said Alicia coyly, a smirk on her face.

"Likewise, I'm sure," responded Lestrade, a smile of her own. Only hers was a smile of needing reassurance. But trying to reassure yourself with a smile isn't easy or very convincing.

"Won't you please sit down, Miss Kendrickson."

"Miss Alicia Kendrickson, Mr. Holmes."

"Ahh...two Miss Alicia Kendricksons, eh? Well, then, what a coincidence! Both of you meeting me here on the same night and looking exactly the same. How interesting..."

There was a lull in the conversation. Alicia was looking at her double, and her double was looking at Alicia. They studied each other while Holmes studied both of them.

I wonder if they're in league with each other and are trying to fool me... thought Holmes.

Who is this woman? thought Miss Kendrickson. What is she doing here, and why is she using my name? Is someone trying to get rid of me other than this Holmes...?

Why did she have to come now!? Couldn't she have waited or something until I had captured her to appear? What is Holmes thinking now? Will he try to test us or something like that?

"Would either of you like a glass of sherry?" asked Holmes, breaking the lull and everyone's trains of thought.

"No, thank you," said Alicia. "I can't stand the stuff."

"Just a small glass, if you please," said Lestrade, even though she thought the stuff was disgusting. She wanted to seem the opposite of Miss Kendrickson, whatever it was, just in case Holmes would see the difference and tell she wasn't the real Kendrickson.

Watson brought in some sherry for Holmes and Lestrade. Alicia looked around the room and watched the two drink their sherry. Is this a trap of some sort? she wondered. Should I just leave now or stay and do as I had planned?...

Holmes broke into her thoughts. "Excuse me, but both of you must be hungry. Would either of you like some biscuits?"

"Yes, thank you," said Alicia. "May I have a glass of water, also?"

"Of course," said Holmes. "And you?" he asked Lestrade.

"No, thank you. I am perfectly all right without," said Lestrade. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. This was not what she had wanted things to turn out. Anyway, she loved the biscuits that Watson made.

Watson brought in the biscuits and glass of water. Alicia nibbled at a biscuit as Holmes talked.

"I was wondering if both of you would tell me why you are here," said Holmes. "Usually people come here to consult me, but it seems as if there is something more to this than what meets the eye."

Lestrade spoke first. "You know exactly why I came, Mr. Holmes."

"Of course."

"But you don't know all of it."

"Oh, really? Would you like to share?"

"Not until she is done." She nodded her head towards Alicia.

"If you insist," said Alicia. "I am here on a grave mission, Mr. Holmes. I have been sent to discuss a very delicate problem of the most utmost importance..."

"...about my leaving you alone?"

"Why, yes. How did you know? You are simply amazing, Mr. Holmes, simply amazing!"

"I really don't think it's that amazing." He turned his icy glare on both of them. "Now, Miss Kendrickson," he said to Alicia, "if you would please leave the room for one moment. I need to speak with this Miss Kendrickson for one moment."

The Miss Kendrickson in blue left the scene with a nod of her head. She closed the door slowly and put her ear to the door so she could listen.

"And Miss Kendrickson, would you please speak to Watson about the matter?" shouted Holmes through the closed door. "I have not had the chance to explain to him what has been happening. Also, I believe it would be nice for the two of you to get to know each other better, considering your consistent visiting this establishment." She grudgingly left the door in search of the computeroid.

"Miss Kendrickson," said Holmes, "would you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"Not at all."

"Would you please say the word 'martyr' for me?"

"What?"

"Say the word 'martyr' for me." She said 'martyr' and looked at him puzzled.

"Now, would you hate me if I do this?" he asked. He rushed towards her, swept her up in his arms, and kissed her passionately.

At first, Lestrade started to back up and resist. This kiss was meant for Miss Kendrickson, not for Lestrade. But she gave in. The delight of him actually kissing her was too much for her. She felt lightheaded and dizzy when they finally pulled apart.

The first thing Holmes said after that was "Lestrade, what are you doing?"

"Hmm?"

"Why are you dressed up as Miss Kendrickson?"

"Because I wanted to know who she was. I had seen her before and...I have to admit...I heard you mention her while you muttered one night in your sleep. Then I saw her a few months ago going up to your rooms. I got to know her and how she walked and the way she talked. But how did you know?"

"By your reactions and by what you said. Miss Kendrickson really likes sherry and hates biscuits, but I anticipated her to say the opposite. She probably expected me to see which one of you was the real Miss Kendrickson and said the opposite of what she really liked because I know her too well. Also, she wouldn't have shown any type of emotion except glee when she'd see me in all these bandages."

"What are you going to do with her?"

"I'm not sure yet. Want to check and see what should be done?"

"Sounds good to me!" They bent their heads together and whispered to each other.

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I'll leave it there. I don't want to make my chapters way too long or anything. I hope everyone liked this chapter and the romance. Okay, so I felt like being romantic. So I'm weird, okay? I've known that all my life; you don't need to remind me!

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