AN: I'm starting to give you flashes of Elizabeth identity in this chapter, oh and sorry true Sherlock Holmes fans I'm not adapting or writing a 'typical' Holmes mystery, instead I'm focusing on the characters themselves.

Of course, this is a tribute to the Great Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and his ingenious characters and I do not own any of the characters.

No flames please…

Chapter 6

In-between

"What is it Watson?" Holmes questioned when the doctor had closed the bedroom door, where Elizabeth was resting.

Watson looked confusedly from Holmes to Lestrade before pacing the room.

"Has something happened to her?" Lestrade questioned concerned at the Doctor's strange behavior.

Watson shook his head before taking a seat on the sofa,

'Nothing is the matter; I was just considering which medicines to give her,"

"No medicines!" Lestrade practically screamed at the Doctor, before regaining his composure, "I'm sorry, it's just that Elizabeth has had terrible reactions to medicines."

Watson nodded slowly at the Inspectors explanation before quickly sharing a knowing glance with his friend, Sherlock Holmes.

Lestrade finally stood up from his seat and placing his jacket and hat on, mumbled about his busy night and cases to solve before walking towards the door.

"Do take care of her, poor girl," he sighed as he left.

After the door had closed behind the Inspector, Holmes observed Watson closely.

"Holmes…" Watson began to say as he turned towards him, "Miss Elizabeth said something before she fell asleep just now; mind you she did seem a tad delirious but still…"

Holmes waited patiently for his friend to finish as he examined the dart in his hand.

"Irene Adler."

Watson said suddenly, causing Holmes to look up at his friend,

"What's this, why do you mention 'The woman' all of a sudden, Watson?" Holmes remarked placing the dart aside to give his full attention to his friend.

Watson rubbed his eyes wearily before explaining himself,

"As I was placing Miss Eliza into your bed, she mumbled a few incoherent sentences, and she also mentioned Miss Irene Adler," Watson turned to Holmes awaiting his comments but Holmes looked blankly back at him.

"How very interesting!" Holmes finally announced smiling as he began to rub his hands excitedly.

Watson stared at his friend as though he had gone mad.

"What else did she say, now don't omit any details Watson," Holmes said taking a piece of paper and pen from the desk drawer and seating himself beside Watson.

Though confused, Watson had long since learnt that doing as his friend asked would result in the best of outcomes or at least a solution to a mystery, and at the present moment Watson could not think of any person who was more a mystery than Elizabeth.

"Well, let's see," Watson began as he tried to remember what Elizabeth had said, "She had mentioned other names like, Jason Coop and a Magaret or something to that effect,"

Holmes shook his head irritably, clearly unable to recognize the names, Holmes then looked hopefully at Watson.

Watson tapped his fingers on his knee as he recalled the strange sentence Elizabeth had uttered before losing consciousness; finally he turned to Holmes,

"I've got it, she had said, '…the mission is what matters, I won't let him win…I won't let emotions win,' she then called out Irene Alder's name before saying some nonsense about 'fresh mint & honey'. "

Holmes raised his eyes at Watson's last comment, 'fresh mint & honey'; he slowly nodded his head, that's right he had heard Elizabeth say that as he carried her up the stairwell. Holmes sat and stared at the notes on the piece of paper in front of him, before noticing Watson yawning.

"Watson, you should get some rest, I will watch over Elizabeth for a few hours,"

"What about all those things she said, can you make sense of it?" Watson questioned Holmes.

"All in due time, Watson, for now you need to rest," He said firmly guiding the doctor to his room.

"Special Agent Adler, Lestrade would like to speak to you," Jason said as he leaned against Liz's door.

She stood up from her desk and moved across her office to stare hatefully at the man before her,

"I thought you were leaving the department?" She said coldly at the smug expression on his face.

Jason moved closer to Liz before whispering, "Had to say goodbye to my little doll first," before stepping aside letting Liz into the corridor.

Liz cast one final disgusted look at the man who was once her fiancé before walking down the corridor to Lestrade's office. She thought she had heard him laughing behind her but she restrained herself from turning around and knocking him unconscious. After all, he was still her commanding officer, at least for the remainder of the day. She rubbed her neck unconsciously as she knocked on Lestrade's door.

Holmes stood over Elizabeth and waited for her to say something in her sleep but all she had said for the last hour was the name 'Jason'. Moving from the bed Holmes walked to his dresser and opened a drawer, insider were yellowed papers and notebooks but what he was interested in was the glass container containing the green liquid inside, the result of an old experiment. He slowly lifted the lid and smelled the contents.

"Fresh mint & honey," Holmes confirmed to himself before returning the lid and turning the bottle in his hand slowly. He looked towards Elizabeth in deep sleep, "How did you know?"