D@#N!!!!
Thanx Jaka Ray for pointing that out.
Well Folks, looks like I need a new title...*mentally slaps self*...stupid, stupid, stupid!
No wonder it was so catchy...
^_^ Well, don't I feel like an idiot?
OK so far UNTITLED, will someone think up a good name? Hmmm.lets see...the one who comes up w/ sumthin' I like gets....a review! ^_^ yeah on whatever story they want, I'm up for reading ANYTHING! But.uh...nobody hate me if I don't pick yours cause' I like ya'll and..well.yeah.
If you hard working writers out there can think of a title I like then you absolutely deserve a reward!^_^ 'Specially since it was MY screw-up...
Awww.hells bells..I'll review ya if you ask for me to in your review anyway^_^ Yipee! That way everyone happy right?
OK goody, moving on,
I want to thank all who reviewed my story!!
Jaka Ray: Thanx again! I'm glad you like my stories! I LOVE yours!! Their hilarious, I can't think of which one I like the best.
Jeanster: yeah I know. I'll try to make her seem more.. uh.. Irene Adlerish.. like.
Dixielou: H/L FOREVAH!!!!
Nooka: My closest (though not in miles.) Holmsian friend, 3 words: Your stories rock!
I also apologize to Cyberwolf, I love her stories and in no way was I trying to copy her, that was just.. me being idiotic^_^! Ok so that happens a lot....
Enough talk, CH 2!!-
Though not knowing why, Elizabeth Lestrade started up the steps of 221B Baker Street. She had to know if this was real.she just needed to make sure it wasn't a dream. Needed to make sure it wasn't some fantasy she thought up. To her surprise a part of her was begging, no, pleading that it was real, even though the thought made her even more nervous of seeing him. She comforted herself with the fact that she always came to him when she needed help, and he could always help her.
Lo and Behold, when she entered the flat, the Great Detective was conversing with Watson. So much for privacy.
As she entered the detective noticed her and as he saw her his eyes were filled with.. love.adoration? Lestrade suddenly found herself smiling.
Oh yeah. This was real.
* * *
Holmes, seeing Lestrade come trough the doorway, was taken aback at what he felt. Instead of seeing the Lestrade he knew he was looking at her from a completely different point of view, as if he'd known her for years. He knew then how different things would now be between them, but, seeing her smile at him, he didn't really care. He was on.what had Lestrade called it.cloud nine?
Love had taken its toll on him. His mind drifted dreamily.
Hmmm....wonder what happened to clouds one through eight?
* * *
Lestrade couldn't help herself from busting out laughing when she saw that dumb look on Holmes's face. Watson laughed as well, until the detective stopped daydreaming and asked what was so bloody funny. Watson, although made of metal, could feel a change between the two, and his instincts told him it was for the best. Holmes, being a gentleman, greeted her and started spilling out those "my dears" that he had gotten so used to calling Lestrade, while she just smiled sweetly at him. Watson grinned. Oh yeah, something was definitely going on with those two, and he found himself hoping his instincts were right.
Unfortunately, Cupid herself walked in the door, with the other irregulars beside her. Deirdre was grinning from ear to ear and Lestrade just felt more uncomfortable every moment. Finally, she turned to Holmes.
" Uh. Holmes? I have something I need to discuss with you."
Holmes just smiled as if waiting for an answer.
Lestrade gritted her teeth.
"You know.in private?"
Holmes, suddenly understanding, walked with her to the next room leaving the others in the sitting room. Deirdre looked as though she was on the verge of laughing almost to tears while Watson stood there, dumbfounded.
"What is wrong with those two?"
Deirdre laughed out loud.
"Haven't you figured it out yet Watson?!?
Watson looked at her obviously confused.
Deirdre finally stopped laughing and smiled at Watson.
"They're twitterpated!"
(AN: ok so it's kinda a corny word but I like it and it sounds like something Deirdre would say..besides..*sniff*...Bambie is the Bomb!!.. jeez as if you people didn't think I was crazy enough...)
* * *
Lestrade looked at Holmes sadly.
"How in the world are we gonna explain this to them?!"
Holmes calmly smiled.
"Beth (he was going to have to get used to saying that), they are going to find out eventually, knowing Deirdre."
"I know, but..I didn't realize how hard this would be."
Holmes reassuringly took her hand in his and smiled down at her.
"It's going to be alright. All we can do is tell them the truth."
Lestrade smiled.
"How is it you can always make me feel better?"
Holmes, still smiling, slowly lead her into the sitting room, exactly at the same time Deirdre knowingly explained everything to Watson. Lestrade sighed, trying to keep her temper low enough so she wouldn't strangle Deirdre right there.
Ohhh.shoot me now.
* * *
Outside 221B, watching from a distance stood Moriarty. He smiled at what he saw.
Holmes and his "dear" Lestrade would never know what hit them.
* * *
All right, can't think of anything else to write so Review and tell me what ya think! Oh yeah, I was a little um...crazy when I wrote this so if it's too weird plz tell me.^_^
Thanx Jaka Ray for pointing that out.
Well Folks, looks like I need a new title...*mentally slaps self*...stupid, stupid, stupid!
No wonder it was so catchy...
^_^ Well, don't I feel like an idiot?
OK so far UNTITLED, will someone think up a good name? Hmmm.lets see...the one who comes up w/ sumthin' I like gets....a review! ^_^ yeah on whatever story they want, I'm up for reading ANYTHING! But.uh...nobody hate me if I don't pick yours cause' I like ya'll and..well.yeah.
If you hard working writers out there can think of a title I like then you absolutely deserve a reward!^_^ 'Specially since it was MY screw-up...
Awww.hells bells..I'll review ya if you ask for me to in your review anyway^_^ Yipee! That way everyone happy right?
OK goody, moving on,
I want to thank all who reviewed my story!!
Jaka Ray: Thanx again! I'm glad you like my stories! I LOVE yours!! Their hilarious, I can't think of which one I like the best.
Jeanster: yeah I know. I'll try to make her seem more.. uh.. Irene Adlerish.. like.
Dixielou: H/L FOREVAH!!!!
Nooka: My closest (though not in miles.) Holmsian friend, 3 words: Your stories rock!
I also apologize to Cyberwolf, I love her stories and in no way was I trying to copy her, that was just.. me being idiotic^_^! Ok so that happens a lot....
Enough talk, CH 2!!-
Though not knowing why, Elizabeth Lestrade started up the steps of 221B Baker Street. She had to know if this was real.she just needed to make sure it wasn't a dream. Needed to make sure it wasn't some fantasy she thought up. To her surprise a part of her was begging, no, pleading that it was real, even though the thought made her even more nervous of seeing him. She comforted herself with the fact that she always came to him when she needed help, and he could always help her.
Lo and Behold, when she entered the flat, the Great Detective was conversing with Watson. So much for privacy.
As she entered the detective noticed her and as he saw her his eyes were filled with.. love.adoration? Lestrade suddenly found herself smiling.
Oh yeah. This was real.
* * *
Holmes, seeing Lestrade come trough the doorway, was taken aback at what he felt. Instead of seeing the Lestrade he knew he was looking at her from a completely different point of view, as if he'd known her for years. He knew then how different things would now be between them, but, seeing her smile at him, he didn't really care. He was on.what had Lestrade called it.cloud nine?
Love had taken its toll on him. His mind drifted dreamily.
Hmmm....wonder what happened to clouds one through eight?
* * *
Lestrade couldn't help herself from busting out laughing when she saw that dumb look on Holmes's face. Watson laughed as well, until the detective stopped daydreaming and asked what was so bloody funny. Watson, although made of metal, could feel a change between the two, and his instincts told him it was for the best. Holmes, being a gentleman, greeted her and started spilling out those "my dears" that he had gotten so used to calling Lestrade, while she just smiled sweetly at him. Watson grinned. Oh yeah, something was definitely going on with those two, and he found himself hoping his instincts were right.
Unfortunately, Cupid herself walked in the door, with the other irregulars beside her. Deirdre was grinning from ear to ear and Lestrade just felt more uncomfortable every moment. Finally, she turned to Holmes.
" Uh. Holmes? I have something I need to discuss with you."
Holmes just smiled as if waiting for an answer.
Lestrade gritted her teeth.
"You know.in private?"
Holmes, suddenly understanding, walked with her to the next room leaving the others in the sitting room. Deirdre looked as though she was on the verge of laughing almost to tears while Watson stood there, dumbfounded.
"What is wrong with those two?"
Deirdre laughed out loud.
"Haven't you figured it out yet Watson?!?
Watson looked at her obviously confused.
Deirdre finally stopped laughing and smiled at Watson.
"They're twitterpated!"
(AN: ok so it's kinda a corny word but I like it and it sounds like something Deirdre would say..besides..*sniff*...Bambie is the Bomb!!.. jeez as if you people didn't think I was crazy enough...)
* * *
Lestrade looked at Holmes sadly.
"How in the world are we gonna explain this to them?!"
Holmes calmly smiled.
"Beth (he was going to have to get used to saying that), they are going to find out eventually, knowing Deirdre."
"I know, but..I didn't realize how hard this would be."
Holmes reassuringly took her hand in his and smiled down at her.
"It's going to be alright. All we can do is tell them the truth."
Lestrade smiled.
"How is it you can always make me feel better?"
Holmes, still smiling, slowly lead her into the sitting room, exactly at the same time Deirdre knowingly explained everything to Watson. Lestrade sighed, trying to keep her temper low enough so she wouldn't strangle Deirdre right there.
Ohhh.shoot me now.
* * *
Outside 221B, watching from a distance stood Moriarty. He smiled at what he saw.
Holmes and his "dear" Lestrade would never know what hit them.
* * *
All right, can't think of anything else to write so Review and tell me what ya think! Oh yeah, I was a little um...crazy when I wrote this so if it's too weird plz tell me.^_^