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"You've got to give her credit," I remarked, as I turned over the pages relating to our new 'writer'.

"For what?"

"For getting Mycroft married." I threw the papers onto our sofa, which was already cluttered with various booklets. "I thought that was nigh impossible."

Holmes was curled like a cat on his armchair reading 'Perpetual Anticipation'. He looked up languidly.

"Watson, what's the betting that it's going to be twins?"

"Holmes, there is no way to tell and you know that." I paused struck by the thought. "Though," I continued slowly, "There's a very good possibility of that, knowing her…"

Holmes uncrossed his legs and got to his feet. "I talked to her the other day." He said, pacing in front of the fire. "She was in dire straits, Watson, I can tell you that. Absolutely overloaded. And she was walking around, grinning like a loon, and clutching those new fangled 21th century things, what-do-you-call-'em…"

"Cell phone?"

"No, it was bigger and sleeker."

"Oh wait, that's a laptop."

"Yes, that one." Holmes whirled around to face me. "But how on earth do you know that?"

"Unlike you, Holmes," I said loftily, though my palms had gotten a bit sweaty and I carefully pushed a bundle of books away from Holmes's scrutiny, "I try to keep up with the times."

"Times? What times?!" Holmes slammed his hand onto the table in front of me. "Watson! There's nothing to keep up with it! These-these-"



"Fangirls?"

"Fan- Are they all female?"

"Appears to be." I checked my list. "So far, anyway."

Holmes threw up his arms in mock defeat and continued pacing in front of the fire while I looked into What Word's Fail Of.

"You know, I think this one's inspired."

"Typical."

"Holmes, for once come out of your morbid fancies and appreciate good literature."

"I like that!"

Silence reigned once again. Holmes continued his furious pacing while I idly flipped a page of The Girl. A smirk crossed my face.

"I say Holmes, you did catch them at an inopportune moment didn- "

The next moment I had dived behind my chair as a cushion flew over my head.

Hah. I like these girls if they can get Holmes angry.