Hello everyone! So, I have tried to upload this a few times. If you are seeing this, that meant it finally went through.. so yay! My reason for my unexplained absence is because I have just started college. I didn't realize how many papers and many hours at the library I would have to endure. I am currently on Christmas break which is about six weeks. Hopefully my creative juices will be flowing during this time. I could have updated, but my writing would have felt forced. I would have ended up hating it and probably you too. Thank you for sticking with me, y'all mean the world to me! Make sure to stick around because I will be updating my other story ASAP. Love y'all and please review!

After leaving the morgue and returning to the flat, Adrienne had immediately showered. As soon as she got out, Molly followed suit. Adrienne retrieved her most comfortable pajamas out from her suitcase and slipped them on. A huge t-shirt and short shorts were her favorite nighttime attire. Her peaceful attitude was disturbed as she heard a loud crash.

"Toby? I swear if you knocked over one of Molly's favorite vases your ass will be out that door faster than you can meow-" Adrienne muttered, walking towards the noise.

Adrienne's steps faltered as she took in what she saw.

Sherlock had seemed to have climbed through the window. Instead of questioning why he did it, she looked at the sharded pieces surrounding him and said, "I'm not the guilty one. Good luck breaking the news, that one was our grandmother gave her right before she passed."

She tried not to laugh as he looked slightly scared to face the pathologist.

"Did you come here to crash or something?" She asked, plopping back onto the couch.

Sherlock crossed the room and joined her. "I needed to think. I come here where it usually is quite peaceful."

Adrienne coyly smiled as she got up, "I'll leave it to you then. Molly will be out of the shower soon enough and you two can sit in an eternal sexually tense, brooding silence. Night, Sherlock."

She started to go to the bedroom for the duration of her stay, when Sherlock started to speak, "Stay."

She turned around, dumbfounded, "Stay?"

"You don't need to leave on my behalf. Plus you don't seem to be stupid, so if I speak outloud when I'm in my mind palace, feel free to respond." He said, putting his hands under his chin and leaning back on the couch.

"Thank you?" She questioned as she assumed her previous position.

He closed his eyes and she internally sighed. He was truly the most enigmatic man she had ever met. Adrienne could see why her dear cousin was so obsessed with him. The looks, the brains, and oddly enough the charm could lure anybody in. She didn't realize she had been openly staring at him until he opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Enjoying the view?" He questioned, smirking.

"I don't know, you tell me. You are the one who is an oh so brilliant detective." She responded, sarcastically.

"No need to get defensive." He chuckled. She rolled her eyes and threw the nearest pillow at his face, which stumped him.

"You are a violent little thing, aren't you?"

"Not really, but you are fun to mess with. Especially since you don't know how to have fun that isn't work related."

"That is most certainly not true." Sherlock mumbled.

"Prove it." She demanded.

"Oh I intend to." He grinned.

Adrienne's confusion was growing more and more by the second, but was pulled out of it when she heard on the television, "Did you miss me?"

Sherlocks face went stone cold and Molly then walked into the room in her bathrobe, "He's back." She said, in horrified shock.