Watson nearly died when he read his editors responding email.

"Holmes!" he cried. "What have you done?"

"I ,sir, have done nothing." Sherlock sniffed.

"Oh sure. Like the computer just decided the word 'is' is now purple dancing giraffe?" Watson fumed. "How am I supposed to support both of us if you keep messing everything up for me?"

"You are not supporting both of us!" retorted Holmes.

"Oh yes I am. When's the last time you had a case?"

"Um, well, look at the time. I'll ask Mrs. Hudson to bring up lunch."

Suddenly Watson's computer screen pinged and a message popped up announcing he had a new email. Opening it up he read:

Dear SH and JW;

I realize that I have already written to you, but I feel that one letter

Cannot suffice. Please excuse the next paragraph as I go on and on about

things that I've been thinking about, as I try to add a bit of humor to the

dull, serious letters that have been written:

I'm not as random as you-I salad. That's one of my favorite quotes. I also

like just being random. If you want a funny conversation, I'm the girl. I have

had RPs with friends of mine in which I abduct characters and my friend drives

us cross America. I like pie. I burst out in song randomly. I sing the song

that never ends until someone hurts me.

Okay, random fun over…I wonder if the aftermath of 'The Adventure of the

Dying Detective' involved Watson nearly strangling Holmes…

Oh, and Watson? Holmes deleted several e-mails, made the keyboard as sticky as

possible, AND re-wrote some of your e-mails. Just thought I'd let you know.

If Holmes calls me a tattle-tale, punch him for me. Hard.

The other day I bruised a guy's arm… Me, a fifteen-year-old girl!

If you do hit Holmes, give him a bruise.

Thank you,

~**** ********, reader and officially random girl

Watson nearly pulled out his mustache.

"Holmes?" he asked as casualty. "The message is written about you."

"Really?" Holmes asked walking back into the computer room.

"Would you like to see it?"

"Of course!" Holmes walked over and stood beside Watson.

Watson punched Holmes as hard as he could sending him reeling back with surprise and pain.

"Watson!" he cried holding his face. "What on earth was that for?"

"I have evidence Holmes!" Watson declared stuffing the email under his now broken nose.

Holmes eyes narrowed. "How could she have known if she wasn't even her? Is she stalking us?"

"How should I know? And by the way, what's an RPs?"

"Role playing." He answered. "Hey wait a second! She said to punch me if I called her a tattle tale not because you read the email."

"Oh, of course." Said Watson punching Sherlock in the chest.

"AH!" he wheezed for all the air had gone. "What…why?"

"You just called her a tattle tale."

Holmes began saying the nastiest stuff he could think of as he lay on the ground trying to stop all the pain.

Watson looked back at his screen and began typing out a reply which he labeled, 'To all my fans'.

Dear Fans,

'The Adventure of the Dying Detective' was one of the worst cases that I had worried about Holmes in, even more than Holmes' stunt about the fake water-fall death. This is because there was or at least I thought) a possibility that he would die right in front of me. In the end I was too relieved until much later to chew Holmes out for such a stunt. My mustache must have gone snow white from worry. I did want to strangle him but I believed that getting Holmes some food was more important in the long run.

I know it has been of interest and a repeating question of what exactly happened after I was happily reunited with Sherlock Holmes in 'The Adventure of the Empty House'. So, instead of just telling one person I shall tell you all.

As long as we had been apart and not seeing each other a day in-between, Holmes and I picked up almost right where we were before. Holmes had sent the news a letter claiming he was still alive and I sent my publisher the whole story about meeting him again. The public went wild and mail by the sack full came rolling in. The next month I eagerly listened to Holmes' full account of where he had gone, what he had seen, and what he had done. I would describe each and everything if only I could find my journal where I wrote all the notes in.

~Dr. Watson, hoping I've answered all your questions and waiting to answer more.

Watson hit the send button then leaned back in his chair feeling pleased.

"Watson, you're going to rue this!" moaned Holmes from the floor.

"Oh please. You've suffered worst." He was satisfied to see a black eye and a bruise forming on his chest.

A/N: I'm so happy that people are even REWRITING IN! Please please PLEASE keep questions rolling in. It's amazing to see what other people have been wondering even when I'm not. Where would I be without you guys?