Lady A: Hello again everyone. I apologize for not updating The Carmine Conundrum but in my defense, Two Minds, One Heart was demanding my attention and now has two new chapters.

Melody: You do not make sense.

Lady A: I know.

Melody: Why?

Lady A: To be honest, I can't really answer that. As I have said in other stories, someone like me should not exist, but alas I do.

Melody: *frowns in confusion* Why do you care?

Lady A: *smiles* Because I can.

Artimes: Good answer.

Melody: Vague answer.

Artimes: It's still a good answer because who else would take that kind of abuse and still choose to be their friend?

Melody: *takes on a thoughtful look* You.

Artimes: *snorts* I'm an original character that is based on many of the personality traits that our esteemed authoress possesses.

Melody: What does that make me?

Lady A: Somewhere in between me and Lock considering I am the one writing this and what I know about Lock.

Melody: A sociopath with a heart? How absurd?

Artimes: I think she just described Sherlock and you and her Lock and possibly any other sociopath who has the fortune of meeting her. She's weird like that.

Lady A: Anyways, on with the chapter! This chapter is dedicated to Lock, my reviewers, my favoriters, and my followers. Much love to you all!

Chapter Eleven: Melodious Fury

Melody walked through the darkness of the warehouse with a stealth and grace that most assassins would be envious of, double checking her tablet to make certain that she was in the correct place. As a precautionary measure, the girls had made certain to know each other's email accounts and passwords for their individual smart phones. The female detective had wasted no time activating the GPS to locate her kidnapped friend. Mycroft would pay dearly for this little ruse.

She slowed her pace as she approached the pair, pocketing her tablet in her coat. Artimes had her back towards her and the government official was pulling out his usual flair of being dramatic. The man could be such a child with his over the top theatrics. It was time to put an end to this and reclaim what was hers. She exited the shadows and walked towards them, stopping a couple of feet behind her Artz.

"You've got some nerve, Mycroft Holmes." She stated her tone like ice.

She had never particularly cared for the government official and the two had agreed to an avoidance policy which he has so graciously decided to ignore. Therefore, she was in her rights to pretty much say or do anything to the taller male for the breach of their agreement.

"Ah Miss Morrison, how good of you to join us? We were just discussing Artimes's rather exciting visit to my younger brother today." The elder Holmes responded.

Melody didn't even blink at the news that her best mate had visited the younger Holmes. She had been absolutely certain that Artimes would extend a hand in friendship to the male detective after what the auburn did at the crime scene the previous night. Artimes followed her instincts and if they led her to Sherlock Holmes, there was nothing she could do about it.

Her lapis eyes flickered to her friend who had yet to move or even acknowledge her presence. Melody ignored the presence of the elder Holmes and moved around to face the auburn haired woman. Her breath caught in her chest as her throat constricted. Artimes was in the midst of another episode and judging from the fact that her friend was barely breathing, she'd wager that it was far worse than normal. A cold fury swept through her veins as she realized that it was Mycroft who had triggered such a violent episode.

She reigned in that fury long enough to perform the technique that Doctor Watson had utilized the previous night to end her friend's torment. The auburn's eyes dilated and she fell to her knees, unable to stand any longer. She was shivering profusely and almost seemed to be in a state of shock. The female detective took off her long overcoat and wrapped it around her flat mate before kneeling down to her level.

Melody looked into her Artz's eyes and saw that her best mate had reached her emotional limit. Any further and she would buckle under the stress. Artimes was a strong woman and never backed down when something or someone was important to her, but to see her in such a state was quite disturbing and it made her recall the first day they met.

Something must have happened with the younger Holmes because there was an unhealthy amount of guilt in the woman's forest green depths. Guilt like that could only come from Artimes willingly calling on her gift and she would never do so unless she was asked to. Melody would make certain to deal with Sherlock later, but first, she was going to teach the elder Holmes a lesson he would not soon forget.

No one harmed what was hers.

The female detective rose to her feet slowly, the fury now free to control her actions. Before the government official could react, she closed the space between them and swung her left fist towards his face. Thanks to the metal in her gloves, her knuckles were not harmed, but the same could not be said for the official's jaw.

There was a resounding crack as her fist made contact and the taller male fell to the concrete, releasing his umbrella to clutch his now broken jaw. She picked up the umbrella and twirled it in her hand, a dark and wicked gleam in her eyes. When the official tried to sit up, she slammed her right foot into the center of his chest and pinned him to the floor.

"Let me make this absolutely clear, Mykey," She began using the umbrella's tip to poke at his broken jaw, the man groaning in pain, "You dare to harm what is mine ever again and you won't have time to regret it. Have a nice evening."

With one final slam of her right foot to his chest…no doubt leaving a bruise several inches deep in the shape of her boot, she snapped the umbrella over her knee until it was nothing but tiny pieces. She dropped the fragments onto his face before returning to her friend's side. She helped the auburn to her feet and together, they left elder Holmes to writhe in agony on the damp warehouse floor.

Lady A: Well I did sort of say that slapping Sherlock would be kind of mild and I did say that I would probably do something rather interesting with Mycroft. *chuckles nervously* I actually winced when I wrote the last couple of paragraphs because ouch, that had to hurt. You don't mess with Melody and what she deems as hers.

Just out of curiosity, who do you want Melody to be paired with? No, it cannot be Sherlock, that's already been decided. Well technically Melody's pairing is decided too but I'm curious as to what you would think be a nice fit for her.

Be on the lookout for Chapter 12: A Night in Cannon Street and please keep a box of tissues handy for the next chapter because…well…um…yeah. Leave a review and tell me what you thought of the chapter, what future chapters will bring, or if you want to simply rant about how crazy I am, that's fine too.