**Well believe it or not, I still own nothing, it's been a whole day and nothing's changed, who'd have thunk it!**

Duvet Day

It had been three days since the arrangement between Louise and Sherlock had started. So far, it had worked like a dream, she was able to get on with her Scotland Yard work in relatively peaceful conditions, while Sherlock busied himself and kept himself content and occupied with the study of mutated cactus DNA.

Today just so happened to have been Louise's day off, and though she loved her work, there were days where it was nice to just have some time not thinking about samples and comparisons and the disgusting criminal activities that were constantly occurring throughout London every day.

Still dressed in her comfy pyjamas, she took her bedding away from her room and organized it on her soft gray sofa in the living room, immediately snuggling into it, readying herself to commence her first duvet day and Castle marathon in far too long.

Louise loved practically any sort of crime drama. To be honest, it was a partial reason to which she decided to get into forensics in the first place (not that she'd ever admit that to anyone). Castle, NCIS, Psych, Bones, Law and Order, and Criminal Minds all factored into her ultimate decision.

About five episodes into Series 2 of the aforementioned show she was marathoning, she felt her stomach groaning in want of sustenance, and in the true spirit of a duvet day, ordered Chinese food rather than cooking for herself.

About fifteen minutes later, she heard a knock at her door and begrudgingly managed to tear herself off the sofa, grabbing the money on the way. She pulled her dark green painted front door open, to find that it wasn't her usual little old Chinese delivery lady as she was expecting, the nice little old lady who she always tipped. It wasn't her food order at all, stood before her was undeniable presence of Sherlock Holmes, fully equipped with his coat, scarf and a brown parcel under his arm.

"You're not my Chinese." Lou blinked, slightly bewildered by the fact that he had materialized on her doorstep.

"As astute as ever Miss Bell. This came for you at the lab." Sherlock explained, inviting himself into the flat and striding straight in. "You may want to open it sooner rather than later."

"I… Just… What are you doing here and how the hell do you know where I live exactly?!" She questioned, shutting the door and turning to him, crossing her arms in front of her.

"I already told you, a package arrived for you at the lab, do keep up. As for your address, your computer isn't exactly Fort Knox, your password is SAFECRACK, I know normal people carry a sense of sentimentality, but given your family history I would have thought you'd be a little more discreet." Sherlock rolled his eyes, wanting her to stop all the meaningless chit chat and get to the good bit. Though Louise merely looked to him in horror.

"I could have opened the fucking package at work when I got there tomorrow; it's my poxy day off!" She groaned, not being able to deal with Sherlock's anything when she wasn't even supposed to be working. She strode to her coffee table, picking up her cigarettes and lighting one up quickly, trying to relax herself, but to no avail. "And who the bloody hell do you think you are?! Do you have any kind of regard at all for a person's privacy? Oh wait, I forgot who I was talking to!" Lou let out an exasperated sigh. "What's so important about this fucking package then?" She finished, taking a seat back on the sofa and pulling the ashtray towards her.

"Finally the halfwit's asking the right question!" He exclaimed with a clap of his hand, plopping himself on the armchair on the opposite side of the coffee table, deciding to ignore the rest of her rant and just focusing on the relevant question, to which Lou merely narrowed her eyes at him, exhaling a stream of smoke.

"You know it's true what they say." He continued, "You can take the girl out of Essex but you can't take the Essex out of the girl." Sherlock smirked, attempting to provoke a reaction, though the package was of the utmost importance, he could still have his fun and rapport with the scientist before him.

"Too bloody right you can't!" She beamed with pride. "I'm Thurrock born and bred! Southend-on-Sea just a short train journey away. The home of Lakeside Shopping Centre and Grays F.C.! I'm proud of where I come from Sherlock Holmes and don't you forget it!" She grinned ear to ear, recalling her hometown with great pride.

Sherlock's face dropped slightly, applying the thought for later that he'd have to make a revised deduction of Miss Bell with the newly acquired information. She however was veering off topic when there was an interesting case about to unfold.

"As much as I enjoyed your little speech of patriotic hometown pride." Sherlock snapped sarcastically, "We do have other matters to discuss, such as the fact that a package with no return address and no obvious ways of tracing it back to a sender is carrying within it a full set of teeth." He finally managed to reveal.

"Oh! So now you've been snooping through my post too! It's really not all that supri-…" Louise was about to go off on another rant but quickly stopped herself, realising the gravity of what he had just said. "… Did you just say teeth? As in, human teeth?" She asked, her eyes growing wide in disgust.

"I didn't open it, I made a deduction… Apparently opening someone else's post is a 'felony'" Sherlock said, with full use of air quotes, growing evermore agitated. "I couldn't tell from just rattling about, so would you just open the damn thing already." He demanded with a condescending smile, pushing the package on the coffee table towards her.

"Uh uh no way, no how, you can't just tell me there's a package that's likely filled with human teeth and expect me to open it in a gleeful manner! That's disgusting, you bloody well open it!" She counteracted, pushing the box back to him with one finger.

Sherlock couldn't help but allow his eyes to roll once more. "For a forensisist you're rather annoyingly squeamish." He commented as he went to work on undoing the tape sealing the top.

"Hey, I deal with blood, saliva, semen and fingerprints! I don't do actual parts! I like being in a sterile lab for a reason!" She defended, drawing her knees up to her chin, watching him intently as he opened the box.

Much to her dismay, he carefully pulled out a Ziploc back of what looked to be a mix of mashed up teeth fragments, blood and saliva. Though to look at Sherlock, you'd think he was a fat kid in a chocolate factory. He unleashed a grin that she hadn't seen him wear before, as he spoke, carefully raising the bag level to his eyes.

"I do believe you should get dressed Miss Bell, we need to get back to the lab. The game may very well be on."

I would just like to say a massive, huge thank you to everyone who's followed and favorited this fic already, it really does mean a lot, to Lunabloodmoon666, thank you for your review and I'm glad that you like my characters you'll definitely be seeing more of the Bell family in the future!

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