"Protector of Grey Fortress" I read out in a defeated tone, while Holmes looked at me and sighed.

"Really Watson, I don't know who is worse, her or the last one." He sat down heavily, and I looked down at the paper in my hand. I sighed as my eye settled on the very first item.

"'A Brother Noble'" I sensed Holmes looking at me, and answered his questioning gaze with another heavy sigh.

"Is it the one where your brother was the member of some secret society in Scotland?"

"Yes."

"The one where he tried to run away with some important documents which incremented the group?"

"Yes."

"The one where he was murdered and he passed you on his watch?"

"Yes, Holmes."

"The one where the group's hooligans beat you up and left you for the dead?"

"Ye, that one, Holmes."

"The one where-"

"Yes, Holmes." I looked at him and was mortified to find him grinning at me. He was making fun of me!

"Holmes!"

He dissolved into a peal of laughter. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Holmes curled up in his seat and tried to control his laughter, barely succeeding until he caught the glint in my eye and immediately sat up straighter.

"Its just that," he continued hastily "People seem to love…torturing you a lot." He looked at me while I considered this statement. It was certainly true…

"For example "I turned back as Holmes flipped open the sheets of Vows Made In Storms." In this one, Smith poisons you and you almost choke to death." He lifted his eyebrows. "And she places me in an impossibly emotional position."

I bristled at the last statement. "You just don't like to see a crack in your armor!" I looked accursedly at him, but to my frustration his expression remained calm and detached.

"My dear doctor, the fact that I could become almost emotionally distraught is something not within the realms of possibility-"

"Which is why they have put it in!" A lightning fast realization flashed through me. "Holmes, they just wanted to add in the emotions missing in the- that is, us!"

Holmes threw up his arms in mock defeat. "Emotions" he muttered under his breath and something which sounded suspiciously like "bah humbug". I ignored it and ruffled through her papers.

"I say, what does it mean?"

Holmes looked back at me. "What does what mean?"

"Her name." I showed it to him. "Protector of Grey Fortress."

Holmes blinked at me. "I suppose," He said slowly "One can assume she is the protector of…of…a grey fortress."

"I don't remember any grey fortress. Is there one?"

"I don't think so Watson. Perhaps one in her homeland…"

I clicked my fingers. "Wait I have it!" Holmes looked at me in surprise. "Perhaps she means her mind!"

"Her…mind? Ah, I see what you mean, Watson!" Holmes shook his head. "Writers. I can never understand them."

"Nor were you meant to, Holmes. I can agree with Ms. or Mrs. Protector of Grey Fortress there."

" I highly doubt she is married, Watson."

"Yes, that might be true. Her writings have the resonance of a child like innocence. " I flipped through some of the writings. "They are quite nicely written really. Not quite my style, but-"

"Watson!"

I looked at him with surprise. "What?"He looked irate.

"Will you, for once, not take their side? For heaven's sake, Watson, this is plagiarism! They are ruining us!"

"Are they? I rather had the impression we were in the public sector."

He grind his teeth audibly. "Just check the next paper. Please."