Walk through the fire.

A/N: 2 chapters in one go. Blimey I must love you lot. OK so we have meet Cassidy. Now lets stir things up even more. Lets bring in Holmes and Watson. Let the fun begin. To see disclaimer see first chapter. It makes me sad to repeat it.

Chapter 2

Er Holmes..

Watson's PoV

I had very little on my mind accept a nice hot bath, as a made my way back to my lodgings at 221b Backer street, on a rather chilly November evening. So needless to say I was more then a little annoyed to find upon my return, an angry Mrs Hudson yelling at my long time friend and companion, Sherlock Holmes. Who was standing in the sitting room with a very confused expression on his face.

"I will not have you hiding half naked ladies in your room, Mr Holmes. I will not have it…" I Stared in shock at our land lady. A Lady in Holmes room, a half naked lady. "I put up with a lot from you Mr Holmes, but this is one step to many. If you haven't got an acceptable explanation by morning I expect you to start finding yourself new lodgings."

With that the angry woman left the room, barely nodding to me as she past.

"Holmes?" I questions as I stepped into the room, Holmes still not moving from the middle of the room. "Holmes what's going on? What was Mrs Hudson so angry about."

He sighed and flopped gracefully into his chair.

"It's a rather complex little problem Watson. And I have no data what so ever to examine except the appearance of a young lady in my room."

I looked at him, and could tell from the expression on his face, that this wasn't his doing, neither was it a situation he had expected.

"She isn't a client then?" I asked even as it seemed like a stupid question.

"No she isn't. I suggest you go have a look in my room and see what you make of the situation."

Looking at Holmes once more as he sunk into a medative pose, I carefully turned the knob of Holmes door and popped me head around it. The sight was one I had never expected to see in these rooms.

A young lady lay, seemingly unconscious, on Holmes bed, a small cut on her head above her eye. She was breathing a little unevenly, but I am ashamed to admit I paid little attention to this as I took in her attire.

A piece of fabric seemed to be wrapped around her waist, barely covering the tops of her legs, most of her midriff was showing, as the small top she was wearing had appeared to have bunched up, leaving little to the imagination, and barely covering enough of her body to save many blushes. On her feet were what appeared to be shiny leather high heeled boots. Her hair was pure black, except lines of bright purple, green and red.

I shut the door quietly, behind me as I retreated to were my companion sat, eyes shut and a frown upon his brow.

"I can see why Mrs Hudson was angry. Who is she Holmes?"

Holmes looked at me sharply before sighing.

"I haven't a clue Watson. I left early this morning on a case (and I assure you she was not there when I left) and upon returning an hour ago, found an angry Mrs Hudson waiting for me, and that young woman in my bed."

I sighed before remembering the cut on her head.

"She needs to be treated. That's a very nasty cut on her head."

Holmes laughed.

"Always the doctor, my dear Watson. You do not notice her rather unusual lack of attire, but worry over her medical needs."

I was about to respond when Holmes bedroom door creaked open and our guest stepped in.

"Bloody hell Kat. Turn the lights down will ya. How much did I have to drink last night?" She was obviously confused, as her eyes focused as my friend lowered the blinds to make the room darker.

"OK this doesn't look like the place we normally crash for the night."

My companion retook his seat and waited patiently till her eyes fell on him.

"Good evening." was all he said looking at her piercingly.

She looked around dazed for a few more minuets before to our astonishment she started to laugh.

"OK this is a great joke and all, but I seem to have one hell of a hangover and really don't feel like mucking about. Were are Kat, Jet and Onyx?"

I looked at Holmes, and could tell these names meant no more to him then they did to me.

"I'm afraid we do not recognise those names." I spoke softly as her eyes turned fearful as she stared at me, my words slowly sinking in.

"Who. Who are you then?" She asked, her voice shaking.

"I'm Doctor John Watson, and that is my friend Mr Sherlock Holmes."

I had barely finished speaking when I had to rush forward to catch our young friend as she fainted.