END OF PART ONE

Author's note – Thanks to everyone who has been reading, I really am so thrilled! I know it's been a while since my last update, and I feel I owe you all an explanation. I've been very busy with university applications and preparing for my trip to Kenya - leaving tomorrow morning, so excited! I'm afraid it means I won't be able to update for a month as I won't have access to a computer or the internet, but know that it's not because I don't love you and don't love writing this story (because I do) but because I'll be busy working on the local community projects over there. Come August, however, I will be on my summer holiday and providing you all with regular updates! Also, in reply to Louise89's question, yes I have planned the overall story, but some of the details I'm making up as I go along – hope it's not too noticeable! And I'm planning to finish it in about 20 chapters.

Below is a quick teaser for PART TWO

John stood before the door of his old flat, torn between a desire to wrench it open and walk away. He had not heard from Sherlock in days, and whilst this was standard case-behaviour, a small voice seemed to nag that there was something else wrong this time.

He raised his arm and rested his fingertips on the cold metal of the doorknob.

Images of dissected rodents, severed body figures and blood stained furniture began racing through his mind. He was not just opening the door to his old home; he was opening the door to the chaotic mind of a high-functioning sociopath.

"Quit hovering John; enter or leave."

He jumped.

Well, at least Sherlock's observational skills clearly weren't suffering.

He turned the doorknob and tentatively stepped inside.

The room was in total darkness save for the few rays of sunlight that crept through a small gap in the curtains. Papers were strewn everywhere, and dust clung lazily to the air. John squinted into the shadows, trying to locate the long figure of his friend.

"John Watson!" A voice sqeaked. "How wonderful it is to finally meet you!" He felt a hand grab and shake his own firmly.

"Uh, hello?" John replied, not quite sure where to look.

"Oh I'm sorry, should probably switch the light on!" There was a tittering laugh, and then, all of a sudden, light filled the room.

Standing before him was the smallest and most ridiculous-looking man John had ever seen. What was more laughable, the circus-red bow tie, the 1950s tweed suit, or the large, magnified eyes, he could not decide. The man looked like a cartoon character.

John searched the room for Sherlock, and found him strewn lazily over the sofa in his favourite purple dressing gown.

"Uh, what's going on?"

Although he had directed the question to his friend, it was the small man who replied in the same, sqeaky voice.

"Therapy!"

That, John had not been expecting. "What?"

The man's grin seemed to falter slightly. "You, you don't know?" He glanced over at Sherlock nervously. "Oh dear me, I shouldn't have said anything...but you said, I thought he knew, I -"

"It's fine," was Sherlock's curt response.

"Oh thank heavens!" The man brightened again, and turned back to John, beaming. "I'm Dr. Flinnity, Sherlock's therapist. I've heard such wonderful things about you!"

John let his mouth fall open. "His what?"

"Well today's actually our first session. Thought I'd try my midnight sleeper exercise, works marvellously on my other patients... though they are of course in the six to nine age bracket, but that hardly matters! A brain's a brain eh!"

What the bloody hell was going on?

Sherlock stood up smartly, and strode over to the mantel piece. He withdrew a fifty from the jaw of the skull and then handed it to Dr. Flinnity.

"You may leave now, I've heard quite enough."

The doctor's face shrivelled in confusion. "But I haven't finished! The -"

"I assure you I am quite cured." Sherlock lead the funny little man out the door as he said this. "There is no need for further consultation."

"Well, I, if you're sure -"

"Yes," said Sherlock shortly, slamming the door in the so-called doctor's face. He withdrew a notepad from the breast pocket of his pjamas and appeared to cross something off a list.

"What was that about?"

Sherlock looked up at him. "The case, of course. What else?"

John felt a wave of relief wash over him.

"Nothing," he grinned, and sank into one of the armchairs. "Tell me all about it."

A few replies...

Adi Who is Also Mou – Thank you so much, that's so nice to hear!
coloradoandcolorado1 – Haha I'm glad you liked it :)
LuckyandStars – Aw thank you!
Toby. Her Cat. Molly's Cat – You're so sweet, and so reassuring!
bluescarft – Subjective! But thanks :)
Zora Arian – It's great you're interested, and yes I've always thought he's a bit of a child...he may be intellectually mature, but he's certainly not emotionally!
Mary – Thanks, I really do want to keep them in character.
anon – I agree! That's exactly how I pictured it, with him examining her belongings like they're evidence!
shepweiralways – You write such lovely reviews, I'm so chuffed :)
Startrekfanwriter –It's not wrong, I quite like both couples... but would definitely pair her with Sherlock over Greg!
– Thank you, I really like writing those scenes so I guess it's a win win!

Again, sorry for the wait, hope you'll all still be with me come August!