"Why did you take this case again?" John asked. He poured black coffee into a mug for the still shell-shocked Sherlock.

"I don't know!" Sherlock was pacing in the flat, wildly trying to regain order in his brain.

"You're Sherlock Holmes. You always know."

"Well, this time I don't know!" He slammed the wall with his fist angrily, and sipped his coffee.

"Sherlock...Do you like her?" John queried, curiously watching his reaction. This was new.

Sherlock straightened up hurriedly. "John, as I have been informed, I do not have a heart."

"Sherlock, you're avoiding the question. Is there something I should know?" Half of John's mouth quirked up in the smile.

Sherlock turned around. "No," he said, "I do not."

John smiled slyly. "You're blushing."

"Am not!"

"Yes, you are."

"That is my capillaries reacting to cold weather!"

"It's summer."

Sherlock huffed, then went into his room. Only four days until the weekend.

"Arcania?" Sherlock peered into the Steamer. He adjusted his scarf and fluffed his hair in the reflection of the glass.

"Sherlock?" Came a voice from behind him. Of all the things to be caught doing, he had to be caught primping!

"Aah!" He whirled around to face Arcania, hoping to god she hadn't seen. "Er, hello."

"Hello!" Arcania said brightly. "I have a puzzle for you!"

Puzzle? Sherlock perked up.

"Deduct where we are going from my outfit." An odd challenge, but a challenge nonetheless. Women and their clothes. He flicked his collar out pompously.

Tank top. "Outside. Hot."

Shorts. "Walking."

Sneakers. "You need good grip."

Ponytail. "Lots of movement."

Visor. "Upside...down...movement."

Wad of money in back pocket. Not that I was looking there! "Expensive."

Purse with obvious snacks, stuffed full. "You obviously don't want to buy food there..." His eyes widened with horror. "Not...?"

"Good job!" she grinned with what Sherlock realized to be a demon grin. "You're right Sherlock, we're going to an amusement park!"

Oh god, so much talking. SO MANY QUOTATION MARKS. ;A; Again, this one is kind of short. I think maybe it's because I usually write in notebooks and then type it, and I write big. Four pages in a notebook is like, a half a page of typed stuff. Aah!

Well...hope you enjoyed! 3