Erm, problem, readers. MSWORD HAS FAILED ME. I'm now working in Wordpad, so I'm slower, and don't have spellcheck. It's ridiculous. So, sorry for any spelling errors. Gah, infuriating. Sorry. Oh, and I'm deviating slightly from the original, because I'm thick and can't work stuff out. Apologies and such. Meh.

'Molly will scream.'

Sherlock looked up at Adele, surprised. 'What?'

'When she sees you. She'll be terrified.'

'Why?' Sherlock appeared to be genuinely confused.

'Because you're supposed to be dead, that's why. And Molly is exactly the type of person to believe in ghosts.'

'Oh.'

'Did you really not think about that?'

'Maybe.'

'Of course.'

Bart's looked... depressing. Even in the sun, the place appeared to be in its own bubble, protected from the outside world, where everything was happy(ish). Sherlock made his way through the maze of corridors swiftly, seeking Molly. When they found her, he darted back around a corner, grinning.

'What?' John sounded impatient. Sherlock was behaving incredibly childishly at the moment.

'I'm going to sneak up on her. Scare her!'

'No way, Sherlock, that's horrible.' John objected. He couldn't do much though, and Sherlock sprang up before anyone could protest. He stood behind Molly for about five seconds, before tapping her on the back.

'Ye-Oh my God!' Molly squeaked, nearly dropping the papers she was holding. Sherlock smiled at her, as if nothing was wrong.

'Hello, Molly.'

'How are you-? What's going-?'

'Just saying hello. I'm in a bit of a hurry, experiment and such. Thought I'd stop by.'

Molly spotted Adele and John, and grinned nervously. Adele was slightly suspicious, but it was Molly. Sherlock almost skipped through the corridors, grinning manically at the occasional passerby. In Adele's opinion, he looked like an idiot, but it was funny, and Adele hadn't seen anything remotely funny in the past couple of weeks. John looked tired already, which wasn't surprising. As per usual, he was the one saying sorry to everyone Sherlock bumped into, shoved out of the way, or scared.

The lab was the same, and Sherlock wasted no time in getting started. Adele had already lost interest, and was instead going into wondering how Sherlock had tricked them all into thinking that he was dead. Was it even him that jumped off the roof? Had he used a dummy? Had someone jumped for him? And who had been in on it? Only him? Everyone else on the street? And where had Sherlock gone afterwards? Not Baker Street, obviously, and it was unlikely that he'd gone to Mycroft, who still hadn't been informed of the aliveness. Molly? But she'd been in Adele's line of sight for ages afterwards, so that was also pretty much impossible.

John was helping Sherlock, and Molly was walking around aimlessly. Doing what she did best, then. It occurred to Adele that no one had said anything yet. Time to fix that.

'Where've you been living all this time, then?'

Sherlock looked up, surprised. 'Not now.'

'Yes now. Where?'

'I can't tell you.'

'Why?'

'Because I can't.'

'Were you with Irene?' Adele tried to make her voice sound as patronising as possible. It worked, because Sherlock completely snapped.

'Adele, stop messing around and help. This isn't the time or place, and I said I'd tell you when I get round to it.'

Adele turned away, hurt. 'Fine. I'll assume yes.'

'No, I wasn't!'

'Well it can't be any worse than her, can it?'

'She's dead.'

'I'm not an idiot, you know. I saw right through you're little act.'

'Adele.' There was warning in his voice now.

'Going to use the parent voice on me? Don't try it, Lockie, I still carry a gun.'

'You wouldn't shoot.'

'How do you know?'

'I just do.'

'Relying on instinct?'

'Maybe.'

'Idiot.'

'Alright, girls!' John had to raise his voice to keep up with the rushed manner of Sherlock and Adele. Although what he said confused Adele.

'He's not a girl.'

'It's an expression.'

Adele and Sherlock spoke together. 'Stupid one.' They glanced at each other, and burst out laughing. This continued for almost a minute, and afterwards, they found both John and Molly looking at them, confused. John took a moment to take in the situation, and then spoke;

'Sherlock, have you finished yet?'

'Almost. I just need another opinion... Adele.' He dragged her over, and showed her his notes.

'I can't read your handwriting, I can hardly give a second opinion.'

'Look. The mud from his shoes-'

'How do we know it's a he?'

'Type of shoe, it's unimportant. The mud and debris from the sole is from London, west or north west, and there's stuff from other locations as well. So, he's been on a trip around London, probably in the past day or so.'

'And? If you know, then why are you-?'

'Testing!'

'I don't need testing.'

'Yes you do. Now, I have information!'

'Is it relevant?'

'Lighten up, of course it isn't! Well, not yet. But it will be!'

John was looking confused already. Sherlock's absence had clearly lowered his IQ, which was worrying. That meant that the IQ could be changed by environmental factors, rather than people simply being clever.

'So what were you doing with all that stuff?'

'Experimenting!'

'Fine. Just explain the information.'

Sherlock glanced around (suspicious git). 'I've called in a few favors, and some of my darling homeless network have been kind enough to assist me. Someone wants me dead.'

'No shit, Sherlock.'

Sherlock frowned. 'How do you know?'

'The general let's jump of a building to trick the assassins episode, the fact that you've been jumping around like a maniac for the past week or so, and the that stupid smile. You know the problem with a disguise, Mr. Holmes? It always paints a-'

'I was not with Irene!'

'And you call her by her first name. Get to the point.'

John was becoming impatient. 'Both of you. Just explain, Sherlock.'

'Someone wants me dead. And we're going to trick them!'

Adele and John raised their eyebrows. 'That's it? Trick them?' John asked, underwhelmed.

'Yes! Fun! Trick!'

Adele could sense some of Sherlock's trademark let's run around London and see what happens ideas forming. Shit. 'Is this 'trick' going to be confusing and complex, and will there be events leading up to it with no real meaning what so ever?'

Now Sherlock raised his eyebrows. He was becoming far too predictable. 'How did you know?'

'Because it's you. What happened to Lestrade and that dead guy?'

'Boring. We'll think about it on the way; I have twenty four hours, and I only need about two of them. Thanks Molly!'

Adele hadn't even noticed that Molly was still there. She shrugged in Molly's general direction, while Molly waved, looking extremely worried. Adele had long resigned to the fact that she'd never understand Molly and her complete weirdness.