Spain was quite lovely as Im sure all who tuned into my live streaming earlier would agree, certainly the photos speak for themselves. Hot though, very hot at least while I was there ha ha. Everyone was so kind both before and after I had my little fall, still eager to show me around, treat me to rare delicacies or tell me fantastic stories. Remind me to write about it some day, I'm sure you'd all love to hear them.

Lately I've been stuck inside, as I mentioned before and Iduna has since followed me and she is looking after me as I recover. Obviously this has it's perks but Iduna as I've mentioned before is a flirt, she only does it to annoy me but I can't stay angry at her for long.

Considering how well she has cared for me I suppose I should be thanking her but we are both bad at expressing such things, she knows how I feel. Knowing that I shall just attempt to be extra nice to her for the time being, for now, I have to run (read limp), we are heading to Bavaria soon, speak to you all soon!

To John Watson,

I have not heard from you in some time and have grown concerned. You are a careful man so I hope that you have not found yourself in some kind of trouble. I also hope that I have not offended you in some way. If I have I am deeply sorry.

Please respond soon.

Normund.

Sorry guys! I know I haven't updated in awhile but I have a bloody good reason. I don't know if you've heard about it or not so in the case that you haven't I'll just tell you. A few weeks ago I was deliberately hit by a car. Thats right. A car. I was in a coma for a week and only just recently been released from hospital.

I'm doing ok, Mary's been wonderful as always, thanks for all the support from those in the know. Hopefully they'll catch the bastard that did this.

The two of us have started writing up the first book. Thats right folks Im going to be a published author. Will post more about that later, need to rest. Talk to you all soon!

Dear Normund,

I am so sorry, but I don't know if you've been reading my blog lately but I was recently involved in a hit and run and I'm still recovering. So please don't worry, none of this has anything to do with you. You certainly haven't offended me at all!

I actually like chatting to you, everyone else I talk to usually knows me in real life and feel obliged to walk around egg shells with me or feel guilty for even looking at me. Other's just don't know what to say, but thats slowly changing. You take me at face value and are so kind and I'm really thankful to have found someone who understands how I feel.

So thanks Normund. Really, when my first book is published I plan to send you the one of the first books.

Your friend,

John.

John and Mary had indeed been hard at work during John's recuperation, typing up his first story, A Study In Pink. It was going to be longer than most of the others, mainly due to the fact that there was a lot more to write about.

Returning home, meeting Sherlock, the body, the flat, the chase, their first adventure, the cabbie and their first encounter with Moriarty. Plus everything that happened in-between and after. A short novel yes but novel nonetheless.

Then he planned to write up the smaller cases and perhaps make Hounds of Baskerville into a novel too. He had yet to write up new cases on his blog, he perhaps would write up two more. Whether or not he would write up their final case remained to be seen, but when he did, he hoped it would bring him some closure.

Mary as always was so wonderful and brilliant. She'd found an old typewriter in her wardrobe and the two of them would take it in turns typing up his story. It was almost finished and more than one publisher was eager to receive his manuscript. What with Sherlock's name being cleared, the true version of accounts in the paper, everyone wanted to know more about Sherlock Holmes.

John was pleased and proud and could not wait to finish typing it up, there wasn't much left, just the last few pages and the dedication. He already knew what to write for that.

'This book is dedicated to greatest man I have ever known. He was my best friend and without him my life would not have been half as enjoyable. Where ever you are, this book is for you, whether you like it or not. Knowing you, you wouldn't.

Before you I was so alone and I owe you so much. So I dedicate this and all future books to you, Sherlock Holmes.'

Sebastian enjoyed the blissful silence of the immaculate flat for as long as possible. It was one of the few times of the day where he could relax without a whine in his ear or having to comply with some sort of order. Not that he didn't mind following orders, its just that some of them could be completely ridiculous or be asked at inappropriate times. That and his boss had no concept of personal space.

Yawning the sniper strolled tiredly to the kitchen and put the kettle on. What should he have for breakfast? Perhaps he ought to make pancakes for once. While the kettle boiled the sniper reached down and opened a drawer, pulling out a frying pan. As he proceeded to take out the ingredients and make his breakfast he became so absorbed in his task he failed to realise that his employer had awoke and was stumbling into the living room.

Jim rubbed his eyes, staggering into the room in his royal purple dressing gown, JM embalzoned in gold on the fabric. He could smell something delicious and followed the smell into the kitchen, coming to a stop behind Sebastian. He leaned forward, resting his head on Seb's shoulder, closing his eyes.

"I'm hungry"

"Get your own breakfest, this is mine"

"I don't wanna."

"Tough"

"Pleeeease Sebby?"

"No"

"You know what will happen if you don't. Remember last time I made breakfest?"

"You.. god you nearly burned the house down. I swear you could make cornflakes and they'd explode"

Jim grinned. Sebastian knew he was playing him but it wasn't worth the risk. "Fine you can have some of my pancakes but you're doing the washing up." Jim pouted and went back into the living room, collapsing face down on the couch.

"Oh stop sulking. Don't you have a hostage to kidnap today?"

"Oh yeah! Thank you for reminding me. You always know how to cheer me up Sebby."

"Unfortunately. Also what are you doing about Holmes?"

Jim waved a hand. "Nothing just yet, he's actually doing me a favour with some people. Been meaning to get rid of them for ages. No for now I'll just watch and wait, if it gets worse I'll arrange for him to be kidnapped or something. Now hurry up with breakfest! Chop chop!"

"I'll chop you"