A/N: Hello. *gulps* how long has it been already? Hehe.. let's just say that this was a really long time... Sorry guys.. Heck, I don't even know who the hell reads this anymore. But if you do read this, and you like it, I am forevermore grateful for your patience. And I love you all. So here it is. Chapter five of The Ring of Aquamarine.

Chapter Five: Found.

"That's enough crime done today for you, Mr Johnson." Sherlock Holmes said in a mild tone, gripping the man's shirt with a surprisingly firm grip. Thrace merely snarled in response, vainly struggling free from the detective's strong grasp. "Let me go, I say! I'll string that girl up by her feet and tear her a dozen ways to Sunday, see if I don't, you little witch!" Thrace screamed, his expression bordering on the insane.

"Interesting preposition, if I might say so, Mr Johnson, but it will be slightly hard do do that while you are behind bars, permanently. Or perhaps the judge might be kind to you, and sentence you to a quick, painless death? As I'm sure you have disposed of many enemies in the same way..?" Holmes mocked, a slight quirk to his lips in amusement.

Bryony noticed, however, that Thrace still slapped his hand against his pocket, hoping that the aquamarine was still salvageable. The policemen on the scene had to literally drag the screaming, wild man away, and lock him firmly up in "The Black Maria", or so the police car was called.

"That one's a nutcase, alright." Lestrade said, shaking his head regretfully at the mental state of London in those days.

A photographer popped up. "One for the papers, gentlemen?" he asked, and quickly tried to grab a shot, hopefully able to capture the famous Sherlock Holmes, but failing once again.

Just then, a thin, wiry man walked up, and kneeled down next to her. Purely out of instinct, she jerked back quickly.

"It's alright, I'm a doctor. Are you hurt?" he asked, with an expression of kindness on his face. Bryony felt as if she had lost all her motor functions, and was only able to nod quietly as she stared out of her green eyes.

A hand was held out to her. It was a strong, sunburnt hand, worn from ages of experiments and countless injuries, with calluses both formed from violin playing and other things. It was Sherlock Holmes's hand.

"Thank you." she managed to say, looking into Holmes's deep brown eyes, which saw everything. But as their gazes connected, a spark of electricity seemed to shock both of them, breaking the contact.

"Bryony, are you alright?" Catherine asked, limping over to her friend, as her leg had been slightly twisted in the crash.

"I'm fine. Is your leg alright, though?" Bryony asked, concerned. It must have been extremely painful, for Catherine never complained of pain at all.

Jason rushed up to both of them, his red hair glowing like a beacon. "Are you hurt? Any of you?" both girls shook their heads. "If.. only I'd known, I..I'd have shot him!" Jason said dramatically, reaching his had into his pocket, but only to be quelled by Catherine with a stern glance. That revolver in Jason's pocket was their only weapon now, and should be kept a secret, especially when there were police around. It was quite suspicious for a 13 year old to be carrying firearms.

Bryony twisted around from her friends to look at Sherlock. He seemed to be staring at them with.. envy?

She in turn looked thoughtfully at him, but then she decided not to stare. "Let's go. Quickly." she said to both Jason and Catherine in a whisper.

So they started to retreat, slowly into the darkness, as so not to attract any attention.

But what could escape Sherlock Holmes?

"Which one of you is Miss Adler, the brunette, isn't it?" Holmes asked, in his unmistakable tones. Bryony stopped in her tracks and turned around, to see the slightly amused face of Holmes and the doctor from earlier on.

Bryony gave a small, demure smile.

"At your service, Mr Holmes." was her only acknowledgment, playing coy, just like her mother.

"How exactly like Irene." Holmes complimented, with a sad smile. "Just like her."

A/N: Well, that's it for now... :) Reviews and whatnot are always, always, ALWAYS loved and cherished. So please? Much hugs.