"No." sniffed Holmes.

"Mr. Holmes please! You're so skinny if you don't anything you're going to knell over and die!"

"No Mrs. Hudson." Holmes snapped from his science table. "I don't trust any food I don't make myself anymore."

Mrs. Hudson laughed. "Can't you get over that? Fine, make your own food then."

Watson looked up from his computer. "Holmes, it's not contaminated. I already ate some."

Holmes seemed to think it over. "Fine… but I swear if there's anything in this I'll force feed it to you."

"That's alright. I quite like Mrs. Hudson's stews."

"I give up."

"By the way, the girl's responding."

"SHIFT!" Holmes cried knocking Watson out of the computer chair.

"Hey!"

Holmes payed no attention to his friend as he read the email.

Hey, again!

Kiwi!

So…I got Watson to blush…YES! …Sorry. I keep imagining Watson after

leaving the army. As a cabana boy (basically a tan, muscular butler on the

beach in a bathing suit). ~Cue insane giggles~ Okay, I'll stop. Mrs. Hudson

was AMAZING putting that flour in Holmes' cookies! I laughed so hard!

Watson, you know what Manga is? Sweet! I love Manga! Anyway…HOLMES, I AM NOT

A SHE DEVIL!

So…yeah…bye.

~YAY ME!

Holmes winced. "Ugh, nasty pictures again…"

Watson rolled his eyes. "Google cabana boy. I want to actually see what she's been thinking."

"Here we… UGH!" O_O

Watson looked over his shoulder and felt his mouth fall open. "What is this? They look like a ripped out ken doll!"

"That is definitely not how you look Watson. When I first saw you, you where tan, not overly in complete shape, and tired."

"Shut up." I said. "Maybe you should stop calling her a she devil. You know her spy's are still around right?"

"Whatever! There are no spy's as far as I'm concerned. She probably made that up. She is a she devil. She's evil and doesn't even play fair! Ita palm by the way. It's a fruit."

Just at that moment several men came jumping from the windows and the doors.

Holmes and I looked up suddenly quite startled.

"Holmes. You hurt!" said the first of the men. He had on a ninja outfit.

"What? Who are you?" He demanded.

All the men (3 I counted) jumped on Holmes and started beating him to a pulp. I ran over to try to help but they disappeared as quickly as they had come.

"You doubt the spy's or ninjas, or whatever now Holmes?" I asked patching him up.

"Hmph. I don't care… Americans are creepy and violent the whole lot of them."

I laughed. "I actually like them now."

A/N: so, yea this one was kind of all over the place. I was suspended from school recently and I'm still mad over that because it was all this kid's fault for threatening me. Look, self-defense. Hee-hee I left him with a bruised ego and a swollen nose though XD