Disclaimer: I don't own anything here... except Samie! *Holds tied up and gagged Samie*

Hehehehehehehe...

Samie opened her morning paper and picked up her tea. Her eyes scanned over the pictures and stories. Her eyes widened suddenly and her cup fell from her hands. The tea puddled around her feet, staining the purple carpet.

She angrily ripped the page out and swung out of her door, running down the stairs. Stopping, she burst through the door, and slammed the paper down in front of the detective and his doctor.

"W-what are you doing." John choked on his tea. "Seems like a college prank." Sherlock mumbled, paying no attention. "I need you to investigate this, who did it, and who it's made for." Samie pointed to the 'crop circle' that read

DOCTOR

"Why are we even doing this?" Sherlock muttered grumpily. John looked up from his laptop. "Because, Samie wants to find these people." He looked down at the picture again.

Samie rolled up the remaining newspaper and struck Sherlock on the side of his head. Sherlock turned his burning gaze to her, grinding his teeth.

"Ms. Dwieghton, I refrain from striking women, but I never said I won't kill them." He growled, lunging at Samie.

Samie scream-laughed and jumped out of the way and ran down the hall, Sherlock close on her heels, laughing. Sherlock slipped on the hall rug and gripped at the wall.

John leaned forward in his chair, craning his neck to see if his detective was alright. He shrugged after seeing Sherlock stand up and march further into the hall.

Sherlock was quick enough to see Samie disappear into his room. The 'click' confirmed his thoughts of it being locked. "Samie, let me in." He knocked on the door. "No way!" She chuckled good-naturedly. "You're trying to kill me! But you know what? I'll never tell you where I hid the Jaffas!" She exclaimed, hiccupping from the amount of laughter.

"No! You tell me right now where you hid the Jaffas!" Sherlock grinned, trying to sound frantic. "Never! 'hic'." Samie stated. Sherlock nodded and returned to the living room. Samie would come out eventually.

"What was that about?" John scoffed. "Jaffas." Sherlock replied simply. He drank his tea and wrote down the information he gathered on the 'crop circle'.

"In the pantry." John mumbled flatly, typing monotonously on his keyboard. "What?" Sherlock furrowed his brow. "The Jaffa cakes are in the pantry." John insisted, pointing behind him.

Sherlock jumped up and dashed to the pantry, revealing the package of sweet cakes.

Samie flopped down onto Sherlock's bed. He sure had a lot of letters from a lot of places. She knew she shouldn't be snooping, but she was bored. Samie shuffled through the letters, several were unopened.

This one was from Iran, that one from Tokyo, some from America... This one for Samie, That one for John, Others for Sherlo- wait. Samie scrambled for the letter she'd discarded. It didn't say whom it was from, it was for her, and it was opened.

Dammit Sherlock She thought.

Samie removed almost a dozen pages, all different letters with the same hand writing. For half an hour, she read the letters in the order that they were in. The last one started:

Samaria, I've tried writing this letter over a million times, but I just can't seem to get what I want to say out. I know that you're upset. I understand, so I've decided to come visit you and work things out. I heard you are an investigator now, sounds boring- nothing like you of course. Investigators are always serious, and well- you... you aren't. You like to have fun and go on adventures, try new things. I hope you'll forgive me.

The rest was scribbled on with red pen. The writing seemed jerky and careless. It looked like a sloppy version of Sherlock's handwriting. The ink was smudged and seemed to stretch in pools, as if water was dropped on the letter afterwards.

A/n

Yeah... Couldn't stop writing... Turned into randomness, but I wanted a chapter where Sherlock was playing around. Tehee.