Holmes started as a huge piece of the ceiling fell behind him. He had to get out of there now!

"You," Holmes grabbed the man. "Where is the nearest window or door?"

Victor gapped. "The nearest door is downstairs and the nearest window is right outside this door here. But I can't jump from it! I'd break every bone in my body."

"Then you can take the chance of running through flames. Good bye Mr. Victor and good luck."

Holmes released the man and flew out of the room. He coughed entering the hallway for it built up with smoke and flames. Lifting his coat over his mouth he ran towards the window and threw it open. He took deep breaths of fresh air than toppled out of it.

Rose and Klaine:

Watson drew out his gun but Rose grabbed his arm.

"No, don't shoot her!"

Watson lowered the gun. "I thought if I could make her stop…"

"No, she's a good person really, don't hurt her. Maybe she'll see sense soon."

Klaine grumbled about how holding a knife to their throats wasn't exactly 'nice'."

Holmes suddenly appeared at Watson's shoulder. "Hello, what exactly have I missed?"

Watson turned around and took in the appearance of his friend. His clothes had been ripped and were falling apart. There was dirt and ash on his usually pale face.

"What happened to you?"

"Oh, this?" he said removing a twig from his hair. "I had the misfortune to land in thorn patch. Quite painful as you can imagine. I see you girls made it out safely."

"Where's the…" Started Rose but her sentence was cut off as the building gave a mighty groan and it crumbled unable to support any more of its weight.

"Oh…"

They stood in silence for a few minutes watching the building burn like a massive bonfire. Just as the sirens started they all turned and began to walk away, towards home.

After a good night's sleep, clean clothes and a hearty meal provided by Mrs. Hudson, Rose and Klaine told there story to Sherlock.

Holmes had not been surprised when he heard how Virginia took the letter. Just very disappointed.

"There goes the evidence that we needed." He sighed. "Another case I have solved but been unable to capture the murderer."

"Case you solved?" Rose raised an eyebrow. "Don't you mean we?"

"No I meant," he glanced up at a glaring Watson. "Alright yes I meant we. Another case we have solved."

Klaine and Rose cheered. "Yes, now we get to be in one of Watson's stories!"

"Actually girls, I'm afraid you won't be." Said Watson sadly.

"What? Why?"

"Well, think about it as a protected witness program. We don't want your identities getting out and than you have several people after you. We don't want you to get hurt."

Both girls pouted but didn't argue. They had to agree, they rather didn't want to be kidnapped and stuffed into a small room again. Especially one with horrible music selections.

"Will we ever see Virginia again?" asked Rose.

"Yes, maybe you will. She might not forget you too soon." said Holmes.

"Is that bad?"

"It could be."

Just then Mrs. Hudson walked into the room carrying two suitcases. "Here you are girls, your cab is here."

"Cab?" asked Watson.

"Oh, we forgot to tell you. Um, we kind of have to go home." Said Rose sadly. "I mean, we have a family too we can't stay here forever."

Klaine nodded. "Although we wish we could."

Watson looked sadly at their suitcases. "Before you go, I have something for you."

He walked over to his desk and pulled out several notebooks and his gun. Running back over to the girls he handed to them the objects.

"What's this?" Both girls asked.

"I thought you'd like some souvenirs from your visit." He replied. "The notebooks are um… Something Sherlock thought he'd give you. It's some of the cases he had before I arrived. He wrote them."

Sherlock sighed. "Yes, just don't blab about them."

Rose stared at them like it was they were the biggest jewels in the world.

Watson gave Klaine the gun. "This is um, was mine. It's my old war revolver. I'd like you girls to have it."

"Really?"

Mrs. Hudson reappeared in the doorway. "The cab man is getting impatient girls. You'd better hurry."

Watson gave both girls and hug and Sherlock sheepishly did the same.

"Good bye, keep in touch with emails and your always welcome back." Watson said battling tears.

The girls left jumping into the cab with all their new gifts from the two men. They were waving all the way until they turned a corner and were lost from sight.

Holmes turned from the window and picked up his violin. He started and hollow little tune as Watson said,

"Baker street is going to be a little more empty from now on."

Holmes nodded. Putting down his Violin he walked into his room to get something than cried out.

"DANG IT!" he came out covered in a brown substance and white cream.

"What on earth happened to you?" asked Watson trying not to laugh.

"Chocolate spray guns and whipped cream cannons." He said. "And a note reading, 'Remember we'll be back, enjoy our gift.'."

A/N: *Sniff* Oh, Yes, this is the last chapter of THIS story. Ya'll get home and all your folks went crazy asking where you were. ;D don't worry, more adventures you'll have with the famous Sherlock Holmes, And the loyal Doctor Watson. And Positively. Time with some… "Guidance " (old farts who make stupid ideas to make you feel better) and some with my forbidden boyfriend helped :3 I've been a lot more smiles again and I'm better if I'm typing stories too.