Wow lucky you two chapters in one day! Although this one is a bit of a filler chapter! XD In this one there's a lot of cute goodies, but don't worry the next chapter isn't as sloppy. :D So I hope you do enjoy it!

Sherlock and John belong to the BBC

Elsa belongs to me :)

Sherlock spun on his heels to face his flatmate"WHY would they steal the painting if it had no value John. I Just don't get it!"the case had been going on for 2 weeks now and it was driving Sherlock up the wall. He was frustrated,what he had took to be a simple case was now taking up all his time as he tried to solve it.

"Sherlock,calm down"John replied not even looking up from his paper to acknowledge his stressed friend"Try looking at the fingerprints again."he said nodding his head in the general direction of the desk on which the photos were.

Sherlock looked down at his feet embarrassed"Well..I may have forgotten what part of the house the pictures where taken in..."

"SHERLOCK!"

"I'm sorry John. I can't remember every thing, sometimes I need to delete stuff."Sherlock stated matter of factly while pulling a hand though his dark curly hair"I must have deleted it by accident."

"Then call Elsa"

"No .Why?"

"She'll remember."

"I'm not going to call her John!"

"Why?"John looked at his flatmate and best friend expectantly waiting for an answer with a huge grin on his face. He could almost see Sherlock's mind racing to find an answer quickly as to why he couldn't call the Forensic Scientist who had helped them find the prints in the first place.

I-I don't want to..disturb her. Yes, she might be busy."Sherlock mumbled, he new he was busted but he wasn't going to back down that easily.

"Well if your not going to call Elsa I'm sure Ander-"

"FINE! "John had got him fair and square "You win I'll call her,just don't call Anderson he'll just make the case more stressful."Massaging his temples, Sherlock walked up to the table grabbed, Elsa's number, took a deep breath...and made the call.

To Sherlock's surprise the call went fairly well with Elsa saying that she would be over in a hour to look at the photos with him. John had gone out shopping during the call,and as he would be quite a while, Sherlock settled down in his chair flicking on the TV and starting to watch a crime show. He was so engrossed by the show he didn't notice that Elsa had entered the flat until he turned his head jumping so badly that he fell out of his chair onto the floor.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to scare you!"Elsa extended her hand towards the detective, helping him to get up.

"No, no I'm fine don't worry."Sherlock smiled, taking her hand and trying to stop himself from laughing "So do you want to look at the photos?"he said heading towards the desk

"Sure."

Sherlock took a seat at the desk with Elsa perching on the arm of the chair,he liked her bare skin on his arm causing the feeling to return but instead of ignoring it he embraced it. It felt good like lying in the sun on a hot day, making him smile even more.

"So these ones,"Elsa said pointing to a pile of photos"Are what I found where the painting was."

"There's quite a few prints there so they weren't being careful"

"Or they were not really in control of their body"

"Exactly"Sherlock smiled looking into the eyes of the girl sitting next to him. She was beautiful. There was that word again, associated to the same person,and that's what made him realise.

The feeling he couldn't name.

The feeling which made him smile.

It was love.

Sherlock had a crush on Elsa Brown.