Hi!!! I finally have thought of the ending I want!!! I picked it out of a hat, so if you don't like it, blame the hat!!! I had about five different options for me, and two of them were sad. I put them all in a little hat and picked one. So if you don't like it, I'm sorry but that's that! I hope you like the chapter!!! And who knows? I may just start another Lestrade/Holmes one when I'm done this one...if I get the right inspiration...

This chapter is dedicated to:

Sherlock Jr.-- Thank you sooo much for your support!!! And in answer to your question, I don't care!!! When they get married, they're gonna have kids! Muahahaha!!!

poptate12-- I'm so glad you liked it! And I'm glad you liked the romance. I just had to! I guess it was my compulsive side!!! Hehehe!!! Well, I hope you like this chapter!

MaryChristmas-- Yes!!! You updated your story!!! And I am really sorry!!! And I did pick them out of the hat, but I had to put the sad endings into the hat because they were both very good (in literary standpoints). Anyway, I hope you like the story!

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Disclaimer: You've read all the other ones; you can just read them again! Have fun!

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She sat there, listening to Watson ramble on about something or other, wondering what Holmes and that, imposter, were doing. What if they're plotting against me? There must be something going on...or does he think she's the real Miss Kendrickson? She didn't have long to wait, though.

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He walked out of the room, looking for Alicia. He finally found her with Watson, in the kitchen, sitting down. Seems that her charms even work on a computeroid! "Alicia, may I please speak with you?" he asked, his voice soft and deep, almost husky.

"Why, of course, Sherlock," she responded, her voice sweet and pleasing. She follows him into the room. Her steps are strong and sure, while his are light and shaky. "Close your eyes," he said in her ear. He saw her hesitation. "I won't hurt you, Alicia." He said it so calmly, so serenely, so confidently, she almost believed him. Almost.

"If you say so, Sherlock." He led her into the room.

"You can look now." She gasped. There, in front of her, was a body. Her body. Well, someone that looked exactly like her. It was that other girl, the imposter. The one who said she was her. It was covered in blood. Why...but he wouldn't have...would he have?...

"Why did you kill her?"

"She wasn't the real Alicia. And she needed to be...disposed of...before I ever said this..."

"Alicia." She stared into those gray-blue eyes of his. She seemed lost in them.

"Yes?" she breathed heavily, her head bowed for effect.

"I love you." The words shocked her more than any lightning bolt could have. Sherlock Holmes, the greatest consulting detective ever, the most computer-like mind in the world, the man who would win the "man-with-least-emotion" award, saying he loved someone? And her? This may be a trap. Pull yourself together! Cuter and smarter men have said the same thing to you! Yes, but they were never both combined! And never in such a way as to be... Her thoughts were cut off from a feeling of something behind her back. Was it...his hand!?

"Alicia," he breathed into her hair as he pulled her closer. "You have captured my senses from the beginning. I knew you were the one once I set my eyes on you. I don't care if you are on the other side. Let us leave. I have enough credits for us to live on the rest of our lives. Lets dump this place and leave this world behind. We'll start over again. We'll move to another part of the world and start over again. And we'll work together. Forever." He tilted her chin up to him. Their eyes locked. A chill, cold but very pleasing, went down her spine. She smiled. "Tell me you love me."

She hesitated, then switched the subject. "What will we do with her?"

"Do you love me?" he asked, the rich gleam in his eye beginning to dim with worry and disappointment.

"Yes," she said, her voice husky with emotion. She turned to the body of the girl. "What will we do with her?"

"I'll think of something later. But now..." His head began to move towards hers, his lips beginning to bunch together...suddenly, she was swept away by the sudden sensation of...

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Lestrade, please forgive me. I didn't tell you this because I knew you wouldn't have liked it, but I have to. He escorted her into the room.

She had been so surprised by the sight that had met her eyes. I wonder what she's thinking now? he mused. But no time for musing. Time for action.

He wasn't ready to do this. He didn't have enough time to rehearse. Just think it's Lestrade and she's playing games and wants to use another name, that's all, Holmes. Just let the drama play on. Let the drama play on...

He was holding her now. He couldn't even remember what he had said to her, but whatever it was, it must have worked. He was getting ready for the kiss when...

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...pain.

She staggered away from Holmes, her head throbbing in pain. What happened? she thought to herself. She tried to spin around, but she couldn't. It didn't matter, anyway. The thing that had hit her had come around to face her.

"Y...you?" It was all she could say before she collapsed onto the floor.

"Very good, Lestrade, very good. I suppose you would like to change from that outfit?"

"Yes, Holmes, if you don't mind." She walked out of the room, a few drops of blood trailing along the floor.

She's good said Holmes to himself. Very good. He stared at the body of the true Alicia Kendrickson. "She made an easy opponent," he said, seeing that she was beginning to awaken. I wonder how long it will take Lestrade to change back to her normal self? he mused as he saw Alicia stir from her spot.

He walked out into the hallway. "Watson," he called out, "would you please holophone New Scotland Yard that we've captured a member of Moriarty's gang. And tell them to bring women officers with them." He walked back to the room where Miss Kendrickson laid on the floor.

"I do hope that didn't hurt too much, Miss Kendrickson," said Holmes, sarcasm dripping from his every polite word to her.

"Not at all, Mr. Holmes," she said, just as politely as she could from her position on the floor and the throbbing pain in her head, blocking her sight and perception.

"Good," he said, turning his back on her. "A few friends of mine should be coming in soon. You don't mind, do you?" He didn't wait for a reaction. "Very kind of you, Miss Kendrickson. I know you must be hurting more than just physically, but it is nice of you to allow me to let my friends come over to visit."

Just then, Lestrade came in, back to her normal self.

"Ahh, Lestrade, would you care to join us?" he said, sweeping his arm across the room. His eyebrows raised in a quizzically amused look. "There is much room for you, as you see." He placed his hands behind his back, trying to suppress a smile that was creeping across his face. But it didn't work, of course.

"If you insist, Holmes," she said, keeping up the politeness act. She then addressed herself to Miss Kendrickson. "Is there anything you would like to know, Miss Kendrickson?"

"No," she said, stubbornly.

"Then may we ask you some questions?" asked Holmes. She nodded her head. "Why did you decide to work for Moriarty?"

"It's a family business to work for a criminal mastermind," she said, sarcastically.

"The truth, for once, Miss Kendrickson."

"If you wish," she said, nonchalantly. "He got me out of some big trouble and this is how I repay him."

"Interesting redemption system," he said before he asked another question. "Why did he set you on me?"

"Because he wanted to try to overcome your obsession with no emotions, especially lust and love."

"Never thought he cared so much."

"Neither did I." Right then, they could hear sirens outside.

"Must be our friends," said Holmes, addressing both Miss Kendrickson and Lestrade. Lestrade just shrugged, a grin peeking out from her masking. Miss Kendrickson scowled, then her face screwed up in pain.

The sound of rushing footsteps up a flight of wooden stairs could be heard from the room. Greyson and some others came rushing in, only one of them being a girl.

"What's going on, here?!" he asked as he saw the woman on the carpet and "bloodstains" nearby.

"Don't worry, Greyson; the blood is not hers."

"Holmes, Lestrade, are you two all right?"

"The blood is fake, Greyson."

"Oh; then who is this on the floor?"

"Miss Alicia Kendrickson, alias Kathryn Moran." Gasps were heard around the room, including a few from Lestrade and Miss Moran. "I'll tell you later. Just get her out of my sight!" He rubbed his temples, as if in tiredness and from being stressed out. Under his hands he winked at Lestrade. He spoke again. "You didn't bring any more than one woman?"

"I didn't think I'd need more than just one."

"Well, then, Lestrade will have to go with you. Are you up to it?"

"Of course, Holmes! When have I never been?"

"I know several different cases in which..."

"Shut up." She was about to leave the room when Holmes grabbed her arm.

"Just come back to be me safe and sound," he said, then pulled her into a nice romantic kiss. (A/N: Remember, the rest of the New Scotland Yard force is watching them.)

When he released her, he smiled winningly. She took the hint and smiled back, winking. "I'll see you in a bit, honey!" she shouted as she walked out of the room, the rest of the Force walking numbly behind her, trying to tell themselves that what they had just seen was a dream.

They were out the door when Holmes cried out, "You forgot Miss Moran!" The other girl on the Yard and a few guys went back up to get her. They left, still trying to figure out if what they had seen was just a big play or for real. They decided they'd ask Lestrade when they got to the Yard.

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"Well, that worked out pretty nicely," murmured Holmes to himself. "Watson, do you think you could make some tea and sandwiches? I'm ravenous!"

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*wipes forehead* Phew! It's done! Did you like the ending? It's not done, of course...but if you want more chapters, you gotta leave a review saying so!!! I'll be typing up the next chapter when I get a chance amid my piano, violin, homework, babysitting, chores, etc. In other words, you might have to wait for a bit. But I'll try my hardest!