"Sherlock! Exactly what the bloody freaking hell do you think you're doing?" I screeched, my shrill voice piercing through the silence of the early morning.

"I'm doing exactly what you think I'm doing" he said, calm and collected as ever, like a sick pig. Ugh…I found it extremely infuriating. How can someone possibly skin a bloody goat ALIVE? Well, apparently our great and oh so intelligent detective Sherlock CAN.

After the incident involving Mr. Hugo, we had dug deep into the matter, but found nothing of vital importance. We are still searching for clues, so hopefully we'll find something interesting.

"John, why are you looking blankly at me like a fish out of the water? Well, never mind, I always knew you were stupid."

"Stop being rude all the time Sherlock. There's a limit to everything, and you have crossed it. Now you're simply going too far." I said, angry and hurt.

"Fine. Not as if I said something untrue, anyway."

"SHERLOCK! THAT'S IT. I'M GOING TO SEE SARAH. YOU HAVE REALLY GOTTEN ON MY NERVES THIS TIME."

"That's what you do every time I state an embarrassing fact about you. You always go to see Sarah, what's so different this time?" I heard him mumble under his breath.

"I heard that, Sherlock."

"Do I care?" Humph, arrogant bastard. One day he'll pay for his arrogance and high-and-mighty attitude.

After the incident in the morning, I was in a really gloomy mood. Sherlock actually apologized to me but I couldn't forgive him, as he had really gone too far. So I spent the afternoon at Sarah's, having fun. We had a big bucket of ice-cream, I clutched my teddy bear and we watched a sappy romance movie, with depressing music plying in the background. I felt much better by the time I left Sarah's place. As I was walking down the road, it suddenly struck me how much like a girl I was behaving. It seemed as if I and Sherlock had a really bad breakup. Damn….what am I thinking….I'm really going insane living with him. Pssht, thinking about a load of bullshit.

"Are you sure you're insane, or do you really want a relationship with him at the back of your mind?" my inner voice mocked me.

"Shut up, you're really annoying. I'll kick your ass really hard if you don't go away in the next two seconds."

"Fine, I'll go away, but think about what I said."

"I think you want your ass kicked really hard" I threatened.

"Yikes! I'm going." With that, the supremely annoying voice disappeared.

The little confrontation with my inner voice left me thinking of my feelings towards Sherlock. Were we really just friends, or did I want something more than that?

Annoyed that I was actually listening to my inner voice, I attempted to put it out of my mind. I thought of that girl in the black outfit. She had said that she was an assassin, but we had no trace or clue as to who she worked under. It was no doubt the mastermind of all these crimes, but we did not see the girl since that day, so we had not been able to question her. Besides, she was extremely hot tempered….i shivered thinking of the glare she had given me after I had attempted to flirt with her that day. Only Sherlock could have matched that intense look in her eyes. But she had looked at us in a way like she knew us from somewhere. At that time, I had thought it to be impossible, but now that I thought about it, it certainly seemed probable. Someone had been under our noses all this time, and we failed to realize it.

"Sherlock! Something just hit my mind! What if that assassin girl we saw that day is really someone we know? In that case, she had been under our noses all this time, and we failed to realize that. Come to think of it, she had been acting very familiarly with us that time."

"You just realized that now? But I'm glad you did. But question is, who is it?"

"Yeah…tha6t'd the difficult part." But anyways,I felt proud of myself for figuring this out on my own. We decided to investigate early tomorrow morning.

"John, make sure to wake up in time tomorrow." I was about to go to bed, when I felt Sherlock hug me from behind.

"And one more thing, I'm really very sorry. I hipe you'll forgive me."

I turned around and hugged him back. At that time, it felt like the safest place on earth, wrapped up in Sherlock's arms. That night, I slept peacefully without any of the nightmares I had been having recently.