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Mary wiped off the wood chunks from Watson's shoulders and whispered to him. Holmes watched from the doorway of his office. Mary smiled at him then started checking Watson for bloody spots. He could tell how mad she was. She would rather he be gone and she knew it, only to keep Watson safe. Holmes sighed and nodded. He put watson in more danger than he ever intended.

"When we moved in with him I thought it was to keep him from doing these things." She whispered.

"We did not think this was going to turn out this way." Watson answered.

"He is not injured?" she glanced at Holmes for a moment.

"No. Just scuffed up his already bloody hands when he fell." Watson huffed.

"I am right here!" Holmes said, as loud and obnoxiously as he could.

"And you are ill and not able to speak for yourself! Get in there!" Watson pointed to the office then started to limp towards him. Holmes nodded to Mary then slipped into his room. He sat down on the arm of the chair that Stacey sat in. Watson came in and found them conversing quietly. Even flirting then his eyes caught motion next to them. What was she trying to do/ No one could make a move like that under Holmes' nose except one person.

"Ah, Watson. My dear fellow. Come, sit with us. Do not want you overextending yourself. Oh and Miss. Langley. Put it back." He smiled at Watson as Stacey rolled her eyes and put a small vase back on the table.

"Sherlock." She whined.

"Where were you going to put that? In your room? I can move it to your room. Would you like it better there?"

"No." She slumped in her seat.

"You'll have to do better than that. I was looking right at you. You have to wait untill my concentration is elswhere, like your face. Compleatly keep me looking in one didn't think I would notice you took it?" holmes looked out the window then smiled again.

"Holmes. A word?" Watson said, standing up.

"Anything for you, Watson." Holmes looked down and smiled," Don't take a thing. I have a photographic memory." Holmes smiled then followed Watson out. He got out the doorway and Watson Backed him into the wall.

"What are you doing?" He whispered.

"What am I doing? Solving a case."

"Did you bring a thief into our flat or are you just training her to steal for fun?" Watson raised his eyebrow.

"Oh so now It's our flat? I thought it was mine. So does this mean it's our dog?"

"Holmes!"

"I was just giving her pointers. If she is going to do it she needs to do it right and and and..." he stuttered," We don't want her to go to jail. Not a good place for a girl to end up." Suddenly Watson slammed his palm to the wall above Holmes' head.

"She! Is not! Irene!" He shouted then stared at the ground, sighing.

"That thought never crossed my mind." Holmes stated," Much too young. D-doesn't even have the same complextion."

"I know you have to deal with this but this is not how you do that."

"I am not using her to get over anything."

"Holmes." Watson lowered his voice again," We both know the chances of finding any of her family is down to about fifteen percent. The likelyhood that one or both of her parents are dead is about seventypercent and the chance her brother has dwindles as the days drag on, and we have no clues. Why else would you drag this out? I advise you to send her to a hotel for the rest of the case."

"Get out of my face." Holmes tried to shove Watson away but couldn't.

"I was right. I knew you couldn't take this case. I originally thought it was just phisically."

"I can Handle this both phisically and mentally."

"Oh can you?" Watson spun him around , knocking his feet out. He pulled his arm out and clutched his shoulder," Now tell me what you would do next."

"What?" Holmes huffed, sweat running down his face.

"By now, if this had been any time before your accident, you would have found a way out." He let Holmes go and stood him up. Holmes stared into Watson's eyes and Watson saw a decision made in his eyes.

"Get out. "Holmes whispered, no longer able to look at his eyes.

"What?" Watson asked then laughed," Fine. Mary and I will be gone before tomorrow evening."

Holmes hung his head, his mass of black curls covering his eyes just enough," Try to make it by morning." he slipped past Watson and moments later Stacey came out and Holmes slammed the door. Watson met her at the top of the stairs.

"Here. This should be enough for about a month at a hotel. I will come and see you every so often. I am no longer on this case so good day and good luck." He handed her some money and went to collect Mary.

Late that night Watson saw the door to the office open a crack. He wouldn't have noticed other than the fire in the fire place.

"Sherlock, I do not think this is a good idea. It's dangerous. I knew that doing this with Dr. Watson would make our chances a little better."

"It's too dangerous for him. I can handle this. I found out that the officer is on our side. He joined thier ranks to get closer to your brother and find a way to save them."

"Sherlock."She whispered.

"Don't even worry about it."

"Sherlock Holmes! I do not want you in danger for me or my brother!"

"Just trust me. Go to the hotel and we will meet in the morning."

"Fine." Watson leaned around and watched as she stood up and kissed Holmes on the cheek then slowly walked away. Watson hurryed down the hall and into Mary's room.

"What's wrong, John?" Mary asked.

"I'm sorry." He walked across the room and hugged her.

"Just stay safe." She whispered.

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