It seemed that John had gotten his wish. London was as peaceful as it could be, there were barely any petty crimes at this point. Sherlock and Jezebel were quickly becoming restless with so little to occupy their time. When barely a four fell into their laps they were desperate enough to take it, which is why they were now sitting in a freezing cell listening to a prisoner talk. This was their four.

"Just tell us what happened from the beginning." Sherlock said, already bored. Jezebel sat on one of the cold metal chairs next to him wrapped tightly in her jacket, with another larger coat borrowed from Sherlock, and a thick blanket taken from John's bed. After Jezebel's previous attack due to the cold Sherlock, suddenly acting as a mother hen, was not willing to take any other chances with Jezebel in the cold. He had originally wanted her to stay at home but Jezebel had insisted on coming with him. The man sitting across from them was wearing only a single layer and Jezebel shivered simply looking at him. She had no idea how he was able to stand such bitter cold.

"We'd been to a bar – a nice place – and, er, I got chattin' with one of the waitresses, and Karen weren't 'appy with that, so ... when we get back to the 'otel, we end up havin' a bit of a ding-dong, don't we?" Berwick, the prisoner, replied. "She was always gettin' at me, sayin' I weren't a real man."

Jezebel closed her eyes and let out a sigh.

"Wasn't a real man." Sherlock corrected. Berwick looked at him surprised.

"What?" Was the ever eloquent reply.

"It's not "weren't"; it's "wasn't."

"Oh."

"Continue." Jezebel interrupted, she was beginning to feel the cold seep through the layers of cloth surrounding her.

"Well, then I dunno how it happened, but suddenly there's a knife in my hands. And, you know, me old man was a butcher, so I know how to handle knives." Berwick said and both detectives' eyes darted to his hands for a moment. "He learned us how to cut up a beast."

"Taught."

"What?" Berwick asked, his voice clearly holding the beginnings of anger.

"Taught you how to cut up a beast," Sherlock continued.

Jezebel rolled her eyes as she pulled her legs up and curled them underneath her on the chair.

"Sherlock," Jezebel said quietly as she shiver wracked her body.

"Your the one who wanted to come along," he said before glancing over at her. She shivered again and he let out a small sigh. "We'll be done soon."

Jezebel sighed and curled herself into a small ball, wrapping the blankets tighter around her as she shivered. The pins and needles were beginning in her left arm when Sherlock reached over and pulled her closer to him with a loud squealing. He pulled the gloves from his hand and placed them over her already gloved ones before pulling her close to his side. His arm found it's way around her waist and Jezebel rested her head against his collarbone. Her cold ear pressed against the small bare slip of skin at the base of his throat and Sherlock jumped slightly at the touch. Jezebel let out a small laugh as Sherlock adjusted himself to become more comfortable. Berwick watched them in confusion before Sherlock gestured for him to continue.

"Yeah, right, well then I done it."

"Did it." Jezebel quipped.

"Did it," Berwick slammed his fist into the table. "Stabbed her over and over."

Jezebel didn't even look at him as Sherlock rolled his eyes at the display.

"Not worth it," she murmured.

"I know," came the reply. Berwick hadn't notice the interaction and continued.

"And when I looked down she weren't…" Sherlock blew out a loud breath as Jezebel shivered. Sherlock leaned down to check on her before pulling her closer. "Wasn't moving no more." Sherlock looked at him annoyed. "Anymore." Berwick corrected himself.

"Look at that, you can teach an old dog new tricks." Jezebel said before uncurling and heading towards the door. Sherlock quickly followed making her pause so he could re-adjust the jackets and blanket wrapped around her when Berwick became frantic.

"You've gotta help me Mr. Holmes!" Sherlock turned to look at him and, seeing that he had Sherlock's attention for a moment, continued. "You're the best. Without you, I'll get hung for this."

Jezebel had begun to walk out of the room and Sherlock followed before pausing at the door.

"No, no, no, no Mr. Berwick, not at all." He paused for a second before grinning. "Hanged, yes." There was a long, and chilly journey back to London and 221B before finally Jezebel was settled down on the floor, wrapped in a pile of blankets by the fire, and enjoying a nice warm cup of tea.

"Mrs. Hudson said that C would be ready for me tonight," Jezebel announced as she sipped her tea. Sherlock, who had been busy with one of his experiments paused to look at her. "I think I'll sleep down there tonight."

"Nonsense, with your condition and sensitivity to the cold you would always be suffering an episode down there. No, you'll stay here, in B." Sherlock then turned back to his experiment. Jezebel was about to argue but, noticing the set of his jaw, knew he would not be changing his mind on the subject. The two sat in companionable silence as Jezebel finished her tea before she stood, placed the cup in the sink for John to wash later, and turned to Sherlock.

"There's nothing on that slide Sherlock, come help me move boxes if you're going to insist on my living here." Jezebel pulled him up by the arm and dragged him down the stairs and into the basement. The floor had received new carpeting, a nice gray color, and the walls had been insulated and painted a rather pleasant light blue. There was no furniture, aside from the island separating the living area from the kitchen. On the wall opposite the stairs there were three doors, one led to the bedroom, the second led to the bathroom, and the third was actually a ladder up into Mrs. Hudson's kitchen area. The various boxes had been stacked along the walls of the living area and Jezebel headed towards those.

"What will we do with this area? I am paying rent on it," Jezebel asked. The two looked around before turning to each other.

"A lab," Sherlock answered. Jezebel nodded and the two set to work. They began to pull out the boxes from the walls and sort through their contents. Boxes with clothes were taken up to B so they could be organized in Sherlock's room, boxes with scientific equipment stayed down in C, and boxes with books were left by the wall to be sorted and be moved either to B or left in C. Some boxes just had random knick knacks and were left with the boxes of books to be sorted. The clothes boxes were the first to be carried up to B and placed in Sherlock's room. Sherlock stayed there to organize the clothes in with his as he didn't want Jezebel messing up his index. Jezebel headed downstairs where she rearranged the furniture to support the scientific equipment. It was when she had moved a few boxes of books to when John decided to come home. As John set about making lunch Jezebel and Sherlock moved Sherlock's experiments and equipment down to C with the rest of the equipment. They just finished organizing it when John announced that lunch was ready and they all headed upstairs to eat. There were a few peaceful before John went out for milk while Jezebel and Sherlock went downstairs to sort the boxes. It was silent as they unpacked until Sherlock came across something interesting.

"Is this-?"

"No"

"Ah, airsoft?"

"Yep."

Silence descended again as Jezebel continued to rustle through the boxes. Sherlock rustled around a bit more before there was a click and Jezebel yelped looking down at her arm where a small red dot was forming on her pale skin.

"What the- ow! Sherlock!" She yelped as she stood and grabbed the weapon from the male. Another click was heard and this time it was Sherlock who yelped, the bb catching him on the hand. Jezebel grabbed on of the boxes of bb's just as Sherlock grabbed the other gun from the box with his own container of bb's. Jezebel looked at him and they shared a grin before she began firing. Two more of the pellets hit Sherlock in the arms as she darted towards the stairs. Sherlock quickly followed, firing off pellets as he went. Jezebel let out another small cry as a pellet caught her in the back of the knee. "Ow!" She shouted and darted up the steps. Sherlock started up the stairs as well, a deep chuckle echoing up before him and Jezebel turned at the top of the stairs firing off a few more pellets, two hitting him in the knee. Sherlock fell face first on the stairs and Jezebel fell into a fit of laughter. Sherlock quickly stood and started back up the stairs and Jezebel darted off. Sherlock came out of the stairs, pellets flying everywhere as Jezebel attempted to avoid them. Jezebel began to fire back, each of them hissing when the sting of a bb hit them. Jezebel turned tail and began to head towards the stairs, intending to go up to B and lock the door but Sherlock beat her there. Time seemed to slow as Sherlock pulled the trigger on the airsoft gun and Jezebel crouched to avoid the barrage of pellets only for them to slam into the glass behind her of Mrs. Hudson's door. Losing her balance Jezebel fell back into the door behind her and the now cracked glass shattered under the force.

The two of them froze both looking at the shattered pieces on the floor. Silent moments passed before-

"Sherlock? What was that?" Mrs. Hudson called and her light footsteps began to come closer to the door. The two detectives shared a panicked look before they began sprinting up the stairs. Just as the door to B slammed closed Mrs. Hudson came upon the mess and quickly started up the stairs as fast her hip would let her.

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes, Jezebel Anne Blithe, you two get down here and explain right this instant!" Mrs. Hudson's voice echoed up before her and had the two detectives locking and barricading the door.

"The kitchen!" Sherlock hissed urgently and they quickly headed into the kitchen, only having time to lock the door before Mrs. Hudson was upon them. Now giggling like school children they ran back to Sherlock's room and locked the door there as well and barricaded themselves in waiting for John to arrive home and hopefully call Mrs. Hudson off.