A/N: Thank you for your patience! I have said this before in my other fanfic, but I'll say it again, would you rather have excuses on why my chapter was so late, or would you rather me begin the story? Smart Answer.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, or the publication rights of the books, etc, and other stuff that you already probably know of.

Chapter Eight:

When she woke, he was gone. It's all for the better, she thought, it would save some of the embarrassment of being such a bad hostess, but she could afford to be one right? After all she was VERY tired.

"It's still night?"

With that obvious information, she figured that was the most sleep she could get out of that night. So why not just take a scorching hot shower and then review all the (completely useless) information in my head? Russell asked herself.

With great enthusiasm, she peeled off her worn clothes and took a "scorching hot showering", while at the same time she reviewed the acquired knowledge in the couple of hours of escaping needy gossips and telling people to "shut their harp up", otherwise known as destroying her social life.

What she learned throughout the day was worthless. So what if the schoolteacher is dating what's-her-face, or if Chuck, the neighborhood homeless man, (Just call him a bum people!) was thinking that the world was coming to an end, again? No one pays attention to a book? She wanted to yell in their faces, we work in a library, not a gossip house! But since she couldn't she just did the routine.

And that Mr. Oliver Brightwood, what did he want, I wonder… Yes of course we work at the same place, however, we don't really communicate very often-…

Then she heard a something outside her bedroom door. Her head formed two words… lock…pick…Someone was breaking into her house, yet again! She put on a bathrobe (a/n: one that covers her whole body, that white kind.), and quietly sneaked into her own bedroom to see…

"Holmes! (She decided to drop the Mr.) What are you doing here? And why on earth are you my floor?"

"I choose to be on the floor, because I find it very comfortable, I assure you."

"Are you practicing sarcasm my dear Holmes?"

"No, actually it is really quite comfortable down here. But that is not the point. My home is needing of renovations and I have no where to stay, well nowhere that would accept me this late in the night, so I must ask you to allow me shelter."

"Surely you are joking."

"I joke not, my dear Russell," he paused and thought about something for a moment, "actually, what really happened is that I was outside of this apartment of yours, and I saw this black shadow of a man crawl in your window, so naturally-…"

"Wait a minute, this is a two story building. How could he get in here?"

"Look down there." He pointed down her window and she looked down.

A Ladder? She thought and voiced it. "It's as if he was asking to be caught. But please continue your great story."

"As I was saying…ahem… so naturally I was curious, so I lock-picked your door and ho and behold I see this man dressed with a mask on his face, tearing about in your room without you in sight. The man ran away yet again, (What he lacks in the brain, he has at speed, he added) and there I was on the floor looking at the mud prints he has left behind, looking for some clues, when you found me and decided to yell at me."

"I liked your house renovation story better. Wait, yet again, what were you doing outside my apartment?"

"Well, I…" He seemed embarrassed now, not even when he admitted that he would rather look at the mudprints than try to catch up with the culprit did he even have a speck of discomfort. Now he was all awkward. I think I like this side of Sherlock Holmes, Russell thought mentally.

Then she realized what he did, he was surveying her apartment and never left. He thought I was still in danger. What an amusing man.

He seemed to have recovered his composure. "Alas, my house did need some renovations, so I would need to stay somewhere."

"You can stay here and we would review what little helpful data I gathered today at work."

End of Chapter

A/N: I felt this chapter was all right, not excellent, but okay. What did you guys think, please review! This chapter is kind of long, wasn't it compared to my others… So until next time I update (earliest: one week) Til Then.