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Ahem. Anyhooooo… Here's Chapter 2, and though I thought of going down the romance route, I figured that being as this is only the 2nd chapter, it might be a bit soon for that. Plus I said in the first chapter that the readers would get to decide on that. However, if by Chapter 4, no one has volunteered any idea's, I'll just go ahead and decide.

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Seven hours and many chases later, Sherlock, John and Ty piled into through the front door of their building. Sherlock motioned for them to be quiet, which was difficult as they were breathing heavily from running so hard, and peeked out the window.

"I think we lost them-oops!" he quickly jerked back and the sound of heavy boots pounding into the ground passed quickly by their door.

John and Ty took deep breaths, but more out of relief now than a lack of air. Ty reached into her pocket and took out an inhaler. Pressing the button on top, she allowed the chemicals to swim around in her esophagus and lungs for a while before taking another breath.

"You have asthma?" John inquired. Ty nodded her head. Most people didn't expect someone like her to have a "geek affliction". As if you had to look and act a certain way in order to have asthma.

"Ever since she was a child," Sherlock added.

"And you know this how?" John asked.

"Because I've known her since I was a child," Sherlock said, before running up the stairs. John and Ty followed.

"You two knew each other since childhood?"

"Yes. I was his first babysitter. He was a holy terror," Ty replied with a grin. "Not for long though."

"Why's that?"

"He trapped me in the cellar on the first day. He didn't expect that I'd be able to get out so quickly, but when I did, I spanked the hell out of him," Ty now had a wide grin on her face at the memory. "A bit hard to do with someone of almost equal size to you who is only a few years younger, but definitely worth the effort. I think he actually respected me after that."

John was laughing so hard that he had to hold the railing and practically drag himself up just to get to the door.

Sherlock on the other hand was pretending not to hear and trying to look nonchalant, but was betrayed by a faint blush creeping across his cheeks.

"If it makes you feel better, I could make you your favorite cookies… That is, if they're still oatmeal-chocolate-chip-raisin," Ty offered to Sherlock. She turned to John. "I made them so many times when we were younger, just to get him to shut up, that I still know the recipe off by heart."

Sherlock held his head high with his nose in the air, "I don't need childish treats to make me feel better. Besides, its not as if we have any of the ingredients."

Ty rolled her eyes, "I could just go downstairs and borrow some from Mrs. Hudson. The old dear loves me, and you, so its unlikely she'd refuse."

"Do as you wish," Sherlock said, and waltzed off to his bedroom, but not before retrieving his laptop.

Ty only smiled and headed down the stairs.

*****two hours later*****

"No, no NO! Sherlock! You don't use the electric mixer after you add the chocolate chips and raisins in! Just- SHERLOCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Sherlock giggled, as did John, and Ty rolled her eyes, but soon joined in, as well She had bet Sherlock that he wouldn't be able to correctly put together the recipe from just his knowledge of the ingredients, and for every time he messed up, he had to drink one shot of vodka. John decided to join Sherlock's team, and after five mistakes, Ty was bored with being the only sober one, so started doing the shots with them. Needless to say, they were all having a grand time.

"Sherly, Sherly, no, no," she sniggered as John started waving his arms around like an excited child with important. She waved her index finger at John to indicate he should wait and turned back to Sherlock, "Sherly, I really think you should go to bed."

He pursed his lips and tilted his head to the side, as if seriously contemplating this remark, then nodded vigorously.

"Would you like to join me?" he asked mischievously.

"Now, now Sherly, we all know you're ashexshual and married to your work," Ty replied, slurring her words more than a bit.

"Oh riiight! I remember now," he nodded importantly, beaming all over his face.

"Right. Sho, off to bed with you then," Ty turned him around, placing her hands on his back, and shoving. Sherlock promptly fell on his face, which sent John and Ty into fits of laughing. That is, until they noticed he wasn't moving.

Still giggling, Ty got down on her knee's. "Sherlock?" Then after calling his name a few times, she began to worry, as did John.

"Sherlock? Honest to God, if this is some kind of joke I'll beat the living shit out of you. Sherlock?"

John almost instantly sobered up, his inner military doctor kicking in. He began checking Sherlock's pulse and breathing, then sat back on his heels (which didn't work out too well as he was still a bit tipsy from drinking) and said, "He'll be alright. Apparently landing on his face was all it took to knock him out cold after a night of drinking."

They both glance at each other out of the corners of their eyes, and began to snort and giggle. After a few failed attempts to calm themselves down, they gave in to full-blown belly laughs, rolling all over the floor, and laughing their asses off while clutching their stomachs and replaying the image of Sherlock falling on his face over and over in their minds.

Finally, about ten minutes later, they were at least able to stand up with only the occasional giggle, and then John suggested they might try and get Sherlock to the couch, and lie him on his side with a bowl on the floor, beneath his mouth.

"Just so that if he wakes up vomiting, it won't create a mess on the floor that I'll presumably have to clean up."

Ty nodded her agreement, and they proceeded to drag his tall, and surprisingly heavy body over to the couch. The only time they stopped was when they heard a noise.

Freezing in mid-drag, they both stopped to look at each other, when they heard it again, but breathed a sigh of relief when it was realized that it was only Sherlock coming around.

When Sherlock finally blinked his eyes open, Ty asked him if he was alright. He nodded.

"Good. We're going to try and get you to your bedroom, alright?" she asked softly.

He nodded again, and after a few tries, got his footing.

With John under one arm, and Ty beneath the other, the slow progress to Sherlock's room began.

"I'm surprised. You don't seem to be flustered by this rather strange situation we've found ourselves in," John remarked.

"Well, its not the first time I've had to deal with a drunken Sherlock," Ty responded, her voice muffled somewhat by an attempt to turn her head to look at John, and having her face end up in Sherlock's armpit.

"Really? When was the other time?"

"We he broke into his father's liquor cabinet at the age of ten and got drunk as part of, what he called, an 'experiment'."

John shook his head. "Sounds like Sherlock."

"Yeah. Then, when I had to carry him up to bed to sleep it off, he began to explain, in full, the extent of the crush he had on me at the time."

John stopped, nearly letting Sherlock slide off his shoulder as Ty kept walking.

"Sherlock? Having a crush on someone? I think aliens must have replaced his brains somewhere between the age of ten and whenever it is we first met."

Ty laughed, and shook her head. "I think in Sherlock speak, 'crush' means 'respect', or at least, 'you have brains and treat me with respect, ergo I like you'."

"Excuse me!" Sherlock yelled angrily, "I'm right here!"

"So I noticed," Ty responded dryly, and shifted his weight that was causing her shoulders to cramp.

He huffed, and attempted to walk off, leaning heavily against the wall.

"You sure you can manage?" Ty called out after him, as he nearly slide onto the floor.

"I'm perfectly fine!" he shouted back.

"Right then." Ty turned back to John, "Well, I'm off to bed. See you tomorrow, presumably."

"Likewise."

At that, they both headed off in different directions, stumbling into hard objects, but eventually making it to their beds.