Summer 1889, Enola POV

Enola pouted, hoping it would sway Tewkesbury's mind and get him to explain the marital secrets to her.

"Another day, my sweet." He placated, pressing a sweet kiss to her forehead.

"You're really very annoying, Viscount Tewkesbury Marquess of Basilwether," She teased, smiling, "Withholding information is a crime you know?"

"That is from the police," he countered as he gathered his shirts and vest from where they lay in a pile on the ground, "And as far I know, Scotland Yard is yet to appoint a female constable."

"A real shame if you ask me." Enola admitted.

"You're probably right," Tewkey agreed, somehow mostly dressed again without Enola realising, "You should get some sleep though, the foreman will be back in a few hours."

He stood and walked to the door, looking slightly embarrassed and like he didn't want to be questioned.

"Where are you going?" Enola pried.

His eyes went wide in alarm, "Uh, just outside, in the main warehouse," he managed to stammer out, "I need a bit of, uh, thinking time before I sleep."

"I cannot understand why you cannot think in here," she questioned suspiciously and studied his face, "But go *think* if you must."

And with that he scurried out the door, looking like he had just spent the whole day in the full summer sun with no hat. Enola lay down on the carpet with her head on her discarded clothes. She faced herself away from the moonlight window and towards the door so that she could spy the viscount when he came back.

Thinking? Why did he need to go outside to think? What exactly was he thinking about? He was obviously embarrassed about it. Was it about their discussion? Was he regretting their actions? Was he disgusted by her actions?

The whole thing puzzled Enola. She was usually enticed by a good puzzle, but for some reason, she felt anxious, and like maybe she might not want to know the answer. She squeezed her eyes shut in hopes it would block out the thoughts and let her sleep.

When Tewkey did come back around ten minutes later, Enola watched him with one eye, hoping he would think she was asleep. He looked calmer, like his thoughts had been distressing but had resolved themselves. The only difference she could peg was the disappearance of the handkerchief from his vest pocket.

Had he been crying? No, even in the dim moonlight she could tell that his eyes weren't red or puffy.

She was about to call him strange when he lay down facing her and chuckled as he noticed Enola was still awake and staring at him through one eye.

"Sleep well, my sweet," Tewkesbury crooned as he placed his hand over hers, "Plenty of time for detective work tomorrow."

The next morning when she awoke, Enola found her hand was still tightly grasped in Tewkesbury's. He had his eyes closed tight to block out the sunshine from the office's high window, but otherwise appeared to be sleeping peacefully.

Enola dropped his hand and nudged his shoulder, "Tewkey?" she asked in the sweetest voice she could muster, "Do you think it might be time to get ready to escape?"

"Mmhmm." He mumbled as he opened his eyes and took in the situation.

While Tewkey was waking up, Enola set herself to redressing herself, grateful that the fiddliest thing she had to contend with was the tiny buttons on her shirt.

Once they both looked as presentable as could be expected after spending the night - while breaking many rules of propriety - locked in a dusty warehouse, Tewkey and Enola moved to wait impatiently by the alley door.

Not fifteen minutes later, the lock on the door rattled and they both stood in readiness. Tewkesbury, seeing that Enola was readied for a fight, placed his hand on her shoulder as if to say, 'Maybe let's not go straight to fighting.' She rolled her eyes back at him just as the small, angry-looking foreman opened the door.

"What are you hoodlums doing pilfering my warehouse?" He growled as they ran past him, "I could call the police on you."

Enola couldn't help but yell back as she ran down the alley, "We didn't pilfer anything, sir," she assured, "But give inspector Lestrade my regards though."

Even running while a few metres ahead of her, Enola could tell Tewkey was shaking his head at her antics. An action he would repeat while his worried housekeeper made them breakfast and strong tea an hour later.