John wasn't at the flat when Sherlock and Adele got back. Adele was tempted to call him and ask to speak to Mycroft herself, but John probably wouldn't appreciate it. And Mycroft would get really annoyed. But annoying Mycroft was fun. Except it would involve way too much effort. So Adele decided against it.

Adele entertained herself by sitting at her laptop for the next hour. Sherlock was composing, so Adele had also put on headphones. He's probably stop once John got back, since Adele could tell that John found it equally annoying. But that wouldn't be the reason. He'd stop because John would have news from Mycroft, which would be interesting.

About an hour later, John finally did return. He looked incredibly tired, and a look of almost dread washed over his face when Sherlock practically threw his violin onto a chair. S

'Before either of you ask, he's not saying anything.' John gave Adele a warning look as she opened her mouth to speak. 'Nothing.'

'Then why did you take so long?' If Mycroft had said nothing, then John would presumably have just left.

'I actually tried. Without resorting to violence.'

It was already getting dark outside. Adele hadn't checked the time for ages, and was surprised to see that it was actually nine. Well, the day hadn't been wasted.

'How's he giving you the next one?'

Adele looked up to see John basically talking to the table. 'Oh. Text?'

'And you're going to try to solve them, not find him?'

'If I solve them, we have more time to work out why he's doing this. And if I co-operate, then he doesn't have an excuse to use someone's brains as wallpaper.'

John nodded. Eventually, he went off, probably in need of some quiet. Sherlock had gone back to messing around with his violin. Most likely he wouldn't even register Adele's presence for some time, so she was okay to stay. And then he'd point the bow at her until she went to her room. Same old routine, boring as ever.

Adele eventually got pretty bored, so decided that her room was probably much more peaceful. Sherlock was still playing the violin well into the night, and by midnight, Adele had had enough. The constant noise was giving her a headache, and it didn't help that she had trouble sleeping as it was. A box of unopened sleeping tablets was still sitting on her bedside table, although Adele hated them. Stuff like that never really worked, so she'd just gotten used to staying up until about three in the morning with a book, and then nodding off until six, and reading again. On the upside, Adele had gotten through quite a lot of books, and was very well, if slightly over read. On the downside, lack of sleep wasn't exactly healthy.

Adele knew exactly when she actually needed sleep, and while she recognised that it wasn't a good idea not to listen to her brain, she still didn't obey any of its commands. Although with all these riddles and what looked to be a lot of chasing blond children employed by Hammet, it might be a good idea to at least try to sleep. Would it be possible? Probably. But it wasn't exactly something Adele wanted to do, so no doubt she'd resist. This was ridiculous. She was fighting with her own brain.

Eventually however, Adele managed to fall asleep.

'Lock?'

Sherlock looked up from his book, only to find Adele staring him in the face. She grinned mischievously and jumped up onto the sofa, trying to make herself look as serious as possible. Sherlock put down the book, but reluctantly.

'Yes?'

Adele scowled. She was secretly pleased that she had annoyed him. 'D'you believe in faeries?'

Sherlock picked the book up from the floor, frowning. 'Faeries don't exist, Adele. You know that.'

'Well, they- Are you listening?' Sherlock had gone back to the book, trying to find the page. Adele grabbed the book and, using all her strength, threw it to the other side if the room. Sherlock tried to get up to retrieve it, only for Adele to cling onto his arm until he sat down again. The best way to annoy and get him to do whatever she wanted. It worked, because Sherlock sat back down.

'Faeries really don't exist, Adele. They do in stories, but that's completely different. Stories are made up. They aren't real.'

'But they do, 'Lock, I seen-'

'You can't possibly believe in faeires, Adele. Scientifically it's impossible. You really should know-'

'Science doesn't rule the world, silly, the-'

'Adele. Science is-'

Adele decided to carry on anyway. 'And the faeries look like borrowers, but with wings, and they're very pretty, and-'

Sherlock shook his head. 'What are you going on about faeries for?'

'Well I was just wondering if you'd seen them, because-'

Once again, Sherlock shook his head. Adele glared at him as he spoke, as though using her eyes to challenge him. 'Of course I haven't seen faeries, whatever gave you-?'

'Oh. Okay then.' Adele jumped back off the sofa and picked up another book that was lying on the floor. Sherlock, however, had other ideas. He picked her up and sat her back on the sofa, causing Adele to try desperately to kick him in an effort to escape what looked to be a lecture of some sort.

'If you don't believe in faeries, then there's no point in-'

'Then why did you ask about them?' Sherlock was being very serious about this.

'Well I was wondering, obviously! Bye now.'

Sherlock, however, wouldn't let her escape. 'Explain.'

Adele sighed. 'There's no point if you don't believe in them! You probably don't even spell it right!'

Sherlock just looked confused now. Adele nodded eagerly, encouraging him to prove her right. He raised one eyebrow, but went ahead anyway. 'F-A-I-R-Y, isn't it?'

'Wrong!'

Sherlock shook his head. 'No, that's how-'

'It's not.'

'This is silly, Adele. Faeries don't even exist.'

'Yes they do!'

'No. Like God. God doesn't exist, does he?'

'Well no, but I've never seen God, so obviously he can't exist. But I've seen faeries, so they do!'

Sherlock continued to disagree and shake his head. 'You can't have seen them. They don't exist. Unless you give me solid proof, I won't believe you.'

'I has! Grey man has faerie, he has it in his ear, and it's a blue faerie!'

Sherlock looked plain confused now. 'What? Who are you talking-?'

'You know, grey man! It's 'cos he's having an affair with the man downstairs, and-'

'Grey man?'

Adele was getting annoyed now. How did he not know? 'You know, grey man what comes and tells you things and not works them out for himself and-'

'You mean…? Oh. I see… Lestrade. How do you know about the affair with the-?'

'Transparent, silly.'Strade!'

Sherlock suddenly looked worried. 'Don't tell him about that, okay?'

Adele ignored him completely. ''Strade is silly, he not realise that it be bad for the childs, and-'

'What children? He doesn't have any-'

'No, but he could do, and that would be bad. Now if you don't mid, I'm going to bed. Make sure you don't turn the light off later, dark is a bad thing.'

Adele jumped off the sofa, picking up a book and flicking through the pages to check whether she had read it yet. Sherlock glanced at his book, which was on the other side of the room, and probably wasn't worth trying to retrieve.

'What time is it, anyway?' He checked his watch, and made a slightly annoyed face. 'Adele, was this just a way to get me to let you stay up longer?'

'That's beside the point. Goodbye, non-believer!' Adele tried to run off, but Sherlock's expression caught her. Instead, she took a step every time it looked as though he wasn't looking.

'Adele-'

'I said good night!' Adele almost sprinted the last few steps out of the room.

A/N

I realised that I hadn't written anything in a while, so, um, memory. Sorry, not my best work. But I appreciate reviews, whether it be constructive criticism or anything. I hope you enjoyed this, and see you soooon!

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