A/N: Allo! Welcome! Anyway, this is chapter ten of TSTR named 'Lovestruck' because well. That's where you're going to hate me. It's not my fault, I needed some way to introduce this character, and if you think about it, it really kind of makes sense because all Ollie wants to do is to get rid of Holmes so then in comes in. Well, you'll have to read and find out! Anyway, don't hate me! I'm sorry this is so short, couldn't help it.

Also! I'm now going to be answering questions left by reviewers of messages in the author's note! Yeah!

Quickly, I don't own anything, blah blah except the character's you don't recognize from the movie. Read on readers! And review, please! -B

The brunette ducked out of the detective's house, hopping down the steps like a little girl. Why was she so giddy? Her stomach bubbled and churned while a pleasant warmth spread through her body. She paused quickly, trying to place this feeling. It seemed oddly familiar; as if it knew just where the warmth affected her the most. She swung the violin in her right hand as she looked up at the window once. The curtains billowed slightly, and she looked embarrassedly at them before turning on her heel to walk towards her shop. However that didn't mean that a dusty blush didn't cross her cheeks as she looked at the window and walked down the street.

She grabbed a strand of her hair, twirling it around her left pointer finger before stopping abruptly. There was that feeling again. Somebody was following her. She turned around, looking at the few people walking on the sidewalk with her. No one seemed to be following her. However, she followed her instincts and took a few steps in the opposite direction, toward the person who was following her. Her brain was frazzled though because after a few steps, she had decided it was enough and she had hopefully scared off her stalker but her feet wouldn't stop moving. When something bumped into her from the other direction however, the spell was broken and she turned around quickly to see a man picking up papers that had fallen out of a book he was carrying.

She eyed him for a second and during this time he looked up at her and smiled cheerfully. Olivia smiled back and helped him up quietly, musing at how beautiful his blue eyes were. She felt like a hopeless love-struck teenager when she looked at them, but she mentally shook her head while he extended his hand gracefully. "Sorry about that Misses?"

Olivia looked at him, wincing as he said 'misses' but covered it up carefully. "Miss Olivia I-," she was about to say Irings when her throat dried up. 'Irings' was no longer a respected name, she scolded herself.

The man looked at her surprised while she looked him over. He had blond hair that was nicely cut at just below his ears and he stood inches above her. The man looked fairly tan and well-built but was obviously not into any sports or anything that must exert him too much. He paused, bowing and kissing her hand like it was some grand gesture all the while grinning softly. When he grabbed her hands, she realized he was wearing gloves. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Miss Olivia. I'm William Harven, and like I was saying, I'm so sorry about the accident just now."

William looked exasperated, and Olivia smiled warmly to him. "It's no problem, really. In fact, I was just about to turn around and head in the other direction so I would've ran into you."

Both of them chuckled like they were old friends while Olivia rubbed her right elbow with her left hand, biting her lip. Oh yes, she was good at this game. William looked at her, before asking where she was headed. She placed her hands and the violin case behind her back before responding with. "My home, well, that's where I was headed before I ran into you," she teased, while he frowned gently.

"Well if you're going to be like that, I won't escort you home, Miss Olivia," he said, holding out his elbow for her. The female musician smiled as she placed her arm through and clung to the blond man, before they walked off, chatting happily. All while a pair of brown eyes watched the couple from just around the corner.

Olivia chuckled at William's joke, before coming to a halt at her shop. "Unfortunately for both of us, Mister Harven, this is my stop," she said, pulling the key out of her peacoat quickly. William looked saddened but lit up as he looked at the shop's interior when she opened the door. "Miss Olivia, you run a music shop?"

Olivia turned to him, her green eyes lost in a mixture of confusion, surprise, perplexed curiosity. "Why yes, but what does that have to do with –" She started but was interrupted by the blond.

"Can I hear you play?" His blue eyes lit up like a child's but he hesitated quickly and shied away almost instantaneously. "I mean, if it's alright with you, of course."

Olivia's eyes lit up happily. "No, no, it's fine really! I was just surprised is all!" She wove her hand in front of her in defense before letting him into the shop and placed her case on the counter towards the back. "Would you like some tea, Mister William?" she called, already putting some on her stove. William laughed gleefully and nodded quickly a few times while Olivia chuckled. He was a nice man.

Olivia looked saddened when the sun had gone down and William said that he should go. The brunette quickly opened the door for him, walking him walk out. Just as she was about to shut the door, he stopped, quickly turning around to face her. "Listen, Miss Olivia, I had a really enjoyable evening with you tonight, and if you wouldn't mind I was wondering if you w-wanted to go out for tea again with me Friday. I mean, if you're free, but it's alright if you can't I just. . ." He was fiddling with the ends of his jacket and Olivia smiled dreamily.

"Mister William, it would be an honor to have tea with you Friday." She said, yawning at the end. William looked ecstatic and kissed Olivia's cheek softly. "Until Friday at three then, Miss Olivia."

The female musician didn't shut the door until he was a few yards away, and when she did, she sank against the door, sighing contentedly.

Thursday morning rolled around and Olivia woke up, a grin plastered on her face. Thomas was already there, which wasn't a surprise, Olivia mused as she looked at her pocket watch. The shop opened in ten minutes and still not a word from Thomas. Odd. She stretched and slid off the bed, grimacing as her bare feet touched the cold wood floors. Without a word she followed her morning routine and slipped on her work dress; however she kicked her shoes away without a second thought. She rummaged through her dresser before gently pulling out a pair of thick wool socks and pulling them on. Softly she walked down the stairs and looked at Thomas who was sipping tea carefully, a warm and knowing smile on his face.

"Thomas?" Olivia called softly, walking behind him and he merely lifted his head and 'hm?' in response. The violinist walked around to get a good look at his face and he looked up at her a smirk crossing his features before he glanced to the counter. Two teacups on their saucers were placed delicately in the open space. His hazel eyes flickered back to her as she was smiling warmly toward them.

Then Olivia's mind clicked. He thought she spent the night with a man last night. Olivia wove her hands in front of her defensively. "No, no, not like that Thomas!" She said, in a quick, slurred voice. Thomas cocked an eyebrow and looked her up and down before smirking. "Then what, Olivia?" he asked slowly, and in the most calm voice he could muster.

Olivia turned around and quickly snatched the teacups up with one hand, glaring at him quickly. "I had a friend over, is all!" she called back, placing the two cups in the sink, before vowing to wash them later.

Thomas laughed wholeheartedly before he covered his mouth. "Sorry Olivia, I just thought that. . ." his voice trailed off as Olivia returned to her seat, throwing a sharp look towards him. "Then don't think next time Thomas. You know me, I am not a cheap harlot!"

Both sat in silence for a while as they both waited for Olivia's next delivery at one o' clock in the afternoon. However, this was broken when Thomas beckoned to the female shopkeeper in a soft quiet voice. Olivia looked at him, still sharply before trotting over to him and placing her elbows on his work station. "Yes, Thomas?"

"I'm sorry I got you angry. But I asked June to marry me yesterday and I thought you should know she said yes. . ." His voice trailed off and Olivia lit up, ruffling his hair gently. "Well good for you and this June woman. Now when do I get to meet her?"

Thomas looked up at her, smiling warmly now. "Sunday evening. Please, wear something nice. Go get a new dress or something, will you?"

Olivia clicked her tongue, remembering what Holmes had said yesterday about not buying a new dress. This would show him, she mused quickly. She looked at her employee scowling softly. "Fine, Thomas. But only for you. I wonder if Delilah would want to go dress shopping with me. . ." She trailed off, looking around the shop for nothing in particular.