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So here is chapter two! Hope you enjoy:

Mrs. Holmes was most insistent that she was to sleep on the couch, and I now saw where Holmes got it from, for I had known him, on more then one occasion, to sleep in conditions worst then even the street outside could offer. After an hour of trying to convince Holmes that it would not look right for Mary to simply come up to bed with his best friend, he finally gave in and, after his mother had retired he made himself a comfortable bed on the floor while Mary got into his. She had yet to talk to me since our last conversation. If it when not for it being Holmes that she was with I would have personally stood guard at the door.

I was woken half way though the night by a tugging at my sleeve.

'John? John dear wake up' came my darlings voice in my ear. I looked to see her standing over me looking very scared.

'What is it?' I mumbled half awake.

'It's Mr.Holmes, I think he's having a fit!' she said. I instantly rose and put on my dressing gown. Feeling much happier then when I retired as I now hugged and comforted my dear Mary, who seemed quite disturbed. Creeping down the stairs, Mary at my side, I entered my friends bedroom, only to see him flailing around as she had described. I instantly saw it to be a pretense, though seeing Holmes plan, I played along.

'Oh yes dear your right, well Mr.Holmes is know for his violent dreaming, there is... not a lot... you will have to worry about' I said in a falsely unconvinced voice.

'Oh no' she said 'I should much prefer to return to our room if this is the case, I will simply rise before Mrs.Holmes so she will not know'

'If that's what you want dear' I said giving her a peck on the cheek before ushering her upstairs. Looking down at Holmes, I noticed that he had stopped flailing so much, and before I left I bent over him and muttered 'thank you' in his ear. I swear that I saw him give a smile before I went up stairs to see Mary.

Morning came and I went downstairs to find Mrs. Holmes dressed and seated at the table. The doorbell rang and I sighed, thinking that even in the mist of the building work my own home would be more relaxing. A few moments later Holmes came out of his room, quickly preparing himself to greet our visitor.

"Perhaps it best you go wait downstairs mother" he said whilst putting on his waistcoat. But before she could answer Lestrade had come bumbling into the room.

"Arr Holmes, Just the man I wanted... but, I'm sorry, who is this" he said indicating towards our weekend visitor"

"My mother" Holmes mumbled incoherently, as if hoping Lestrade wouldn't ask him to repeat himself.

'Your mother hey?' said Lestrade to my friends great dismay 'Well its lovely to meet you Mrs. Holmes' he said walking over to her and planting a kiss on her hand.

'Sherlock you have such adorable friends! Maybe this young gentlemen could teach you some manners' she said

Holmes went slightly red and instantly grabbed Lestrade by the arm and pulled him outside to talk, I could see that Lestrade was enjoying himself greatly as he reluctantly left the room. They spent a few moments in quiet conversation before re-entering.

'Watson come quickly, Lestrade and his men have a known murderer trapped in his house down the street' Holmes said, and I rushed to grab my revolver before following him out the living room door. Mrs. Holmes came rushing out to.

'Can I come meet this Noel Urderen too?'

'Known murderer mother, and no its to dangerous' said Holmes rushing down the stairs.

'Sherlock dear you forgot your coat!' she now said.

'I don't need it mother I...'

'Sherlock Holmes you march right up those stairs and come get your coat, I don't want you catching a cold' she said in an authoritative tone. I really did feel sorry for my friend as he traipsed back up the stairs to get it, and I was sure that I heard Lestrade mumble

'Are you sure this isn't to scary for you Sherlock dear?' to him on the way out. Holmes gave him a hard push out the door, but Lestrade didn't stop laughing all the way down the street.

It was outside a small house on the corner of the street that we positioned ourselves, guns at the ready. The police had been watching the man for three days, and hoped to take him unawares as he left the house. The door opened and a man with thick black hair and a moustache steeped out side. Within a second all six men had raised their guns to shoot, but then...

'Would any of you like a cup of tea?' Mrs. Holmes now said standing directly in front of our man with a tray of teacups.

'Lower your guns!' Holmes yelled to the men who were about to fire. They did as he said and our man sprinted around the corner into a road off of Baker street. We chased him for a while, but he was no where to be seen so we returned. Holmes trying to control his apparent anger.

'Mother, thanks to you the man has just run away' he said through gritted teeth.

'Well no wonder Sherlock, what with all you and your guns you probably scared the poor boy' she said 'I'll go take this inside for when you and your friends are finished playing'

'That's probably wise' I told her in a soft voice before Holmes said something he regretted.

We spent a few minutes in the cold, shocked at what had happened, before one of the policemen chirped up:

'Can we go have some of that tea now?' Lestrade threw Holmes another look of anger before agreeing that we should go inside.

We walked in and I could hear voices from upstairs, which was strange since Mary was out and Mrs. Hudson had greeted us at the door. Opening the door to the living room and stepping inside, all six men's mouths dropped open in surprise. Sitting at the table was the same man that had just alluded us. Mrs. Holmes was in the motion of pouring him a cup of tea before three of the policemen came to their senses and rushed forward to detain him.

'Now you be nice to the poor boy' Mrs. Holmes said 'You gave him quite a shock with all those guns of yours, I found him running around the street in panic' I quickly stepped forward to help as she started showing one of the officers how he was meant to put handcuffs on. The murderer was in shock, having only just realized his mistake in hiding in this particular house. He went quietly with the police.

'You should watch out Mr. Holmes' Lestrade said before leaving 'Or else it might be your mother people start going too for help'

Holmes was furious.

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