A/N: I'm rather surprised at how few…zero?...fanfics I've found that deal with the Turkish Bath. They both loved to go there. Perhaps the deal is the connotation of homosexuality, but if you worry of that, believe: I will never write anything like that. ^.^

This story is the first time they go to the Bath together, and I imagine a bit of awkwardness…xD Please realize that as a girl, it's a challenge for me to write this type of scene. It takes lots of "putting myself in others' shoes," rather than drawing on personal experience. Bleh, and I'll admit--I'm tired and discouraged. I mean is anyone really going to care if I keep writing or not? I know I shouldn't mind too much about that, but you know..sometimes it feels like you release a bird so it can fly and tell the world your story. But what's the use if noone cares about the song it sings?

Oh I'm just speaking nonsense I guess. Well, see I'm nervous and irritable because I am going to try to put up the rest of the "Scarlet Fever" arc tonight, jumping back to where "Bad" left off. I just feel like it will be stupid, though I tried...oh, it's just life. Carry on...

"Stop being absurd!"

"I? You're the one who hasn't even taken his socks off!" I retorted.

"Well…my shoes are off."

"Holmes, everyone's shoes are off; you've been here before."

"And so have you."

"Even so. And your socks are still on."

"What is wrong with my socks? I think they're very fine socks."

"You're embarrassed."

"That's absolute nonsense, Watson."

I heard a soft sigh, and turning round realized that both the servants had looks upon their faces as if they did not know whether to laugh or cry. I also realized that our voices had been getting rather louder than they should, considering where we were.

"You're quite timid for a Doctor," Holmes muttered, picking at the toe of his sock.

"I could say the same for a supposedly hardened detective." Glaring, I unbuttoned the top button of my shirt. "There!"

"Oh bravo, they'll be knighting you next."

"Well I wasn't expecting a…are you laughing at me?"

"I'm sorry, Watson—" Holmes was cut off when my shirt landed on his face. Suffice it to say, our following behavior was not appreciated by those who patronized the bath in hopes of finding peace and lassitude.

A few minutes later we were walking to the first hot room, wrapped in towels.

Holmes turned to me and grinned.

"Well that wasn't so bad."

All research on Victorian Turkish Baths was done at http://www DOT victorianturkishbath DOT org SLASH

And there will be another Bath story coming up very soon. ^^