A/N: CHAPTER 5

Bit of tension in this chapter, I don't know if it's sexual or just plain ol' me being stupid, but I'm rather proud of this chapter.

Also to explain my delay in updating! My family and I went to St. Louis for my aunt's surprise birthday party. She turned 70 years old last month, but the family planned the party for later so she didn't expect it! I love my aunt.

I thank miss x-Pick'n'Mix-x for helping me with actually coming up with a crime and giving me the idea for this story

I do NOT own Sherlock Holmes or anybody that you recognize, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle owns them.

Now, this chapter I'm rather proud of, except for a small tiny portion of the carriage scene where Holmes and Adelaide are talking, but I still like it. I also did my research for asthma and there WAS documentation on it as well as a treatment.

"Dr. Watson why didn't you stop them!" Mrs. Hudson asked, or yelled, at Watson, who was sitting in a chair in his room.

"I would if I could but before I knew it they were halfway out the front door! At least she's safe."

"SAFE? With Mr. Holmes?"

"We've known Holmes for years, while he may be a bit insane at least he's trustworthy." Mrs. Hudson groaned and sat down in another chair in Watson's room, sipping hot tea. She knew one thing was true; she was not going to sleep tonight.

Adelaide was glaring at the man sitting across from her in the carriage. Why he wanted her to come with him she'll never know. He could have asked her for the address to her bookshop, he could have asked Watson to go with him, why did he want her to go? The five hour carriage ride would be the least of her problems, how was she supposed to spend them when she had nothing to do?

"Stop drumming your fingers on the door." Adelaide looked at her hand and quickly put it back in her lap, blushing.

"Why are you always staring at me? I'm of no use to you in this case." Holmes took out his pipe and lit it, glancing at Adelaide to see if she would cough. She cleared her throat but didn't cough. Yet.

"I know so little about you, I'm trying to learn more."

"Well you can't get all the information out of me just by staring at me." The widow crossed her arms and stared out the window, watching the weather go from slightly pleasant to a soft rain.

"I know you suffered a sprained ankle when you were young as you're still nervous about walking on rough roads, your either allergic to the smoke from my pipe or you have asthma as smoke bothers you, I could tell that because you covered your nose when we passed a factory earlier today." He put his pipe back in his mouth and stared out his window. Adelaide grabbed her handkerchief and pressed it over her nose, nodding slightly.

"I have asthma, it's not as bad as it used to be, when my husband and I started the bookstore I was…a lot worse." She looked at Holmes and saw that he put his pipe out, wafting the smoke out through the window. Adelaide smiled a bit and put her handkerchief away. "Thank you."

"I don't want you dying on the way back to your home." Holmes pocketed his pipe and put his hat over his eyes, crossing his arms. In a few minutes soft snoring was heard coming from him. Adelaide laughed a bit and yawned, closing her eyes. A short nap wouldn't hurt.

Holmes opened his eyes and lifted his head a few minutes later, smiling when he realized his trick worked. Adelaide was sleeping, now he could let his mind work on the case. He started to light his pipe again but looked over to the sleeping spy and glared at her. He put out the match and sighed. Now he couldn't even SMOKE in the same room as her. Damn her. He crossed his arms and leaned back into the seat again. His hat was beside him now, no reason in putting it on at this moment.

His brown eyes watched her sleep, rarely leaving her face. One hand was holding her head up, while her other arm draped lazily over her waist. Her body was slightly turned to the wall of the carriage, her legs up on the seat. Was it ladylike? Hardly, did she look peaceful? She did, in fact. Her eyes were moving slightly under her lids, she must have been dreaming. Holmes uncrossed his arms and clasped his hands together, resting his chin on his thumbs. The carriage still moved around slightly as the wheels hit bumps in the road, but neither seemed to notice.

Holmes felt his eyelids start to drop from his own lack of sleep when he heard the woman across from him start to stir. He sat up and pretended to have been awake for hours but saw that Adelaide didn't wake up. Sherlock raised an eyebrow and watched her again. Her body was shaking, as if she was cold. Her eyebrows knitted together and Holmes couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl. He moved to her side of the carriage, nearly falling flat on his face from another bump the wheels hit, and sat down, watching her. He could see tears falling down her face, that's when her eyes flew open and she sat up straight and stiff as a board.

Adelaide's eyes were wide with fear and red from crying. Her makeup was smudged and her hair was in a mess. She looked at Holmes and bit her lip. Holmes looked out the window and put his pipe in his mouth, ignoring the spy. Her body slammed into his with an audible THUMP.

"Oof!" Sherlock dropped his pipe and looked at the girl, whose arms were wrapped around him. He saw her shoulders shaking and sobs registered in his ears after he could breathe again. He didn't know what to do. He was never good at comforting anybody, he rarely did so! Adelaide's sobs slowly ceased, leaving the only sounds in the carriage to be the rain thumping on the roof of their ride, and their breathing. Holmes looked down at the girl and saw that her eyes were closed. Holmes let his head fall back against the wall of the carriage and sighed. This girl…this…poison, was becoming a hassle to deal with. Holmes shut his eyes and let sleep overtake him, not even bothering to move the girl.

The rest of the five hour carriage ride was spent, oddly enough, in each other's arms. Adelaide nearly fell to the ground during the ride so Sherlock kept his arms around the girl's waist to keep her from moving. He didn't want her to gain anymore bruises when he could stop them. Once they arrived in front of Adelaide's bookshop the time was well past 10 PM. Holmes gently shook Adelaide awake, her eyes flying open when she realized where she was.

"Are you crazy why did you do that?" Adelaide yelled, pulling away from him. Holmes put his finger to his lips and then started talking.

"Do what?" He whispered, smirking slightly.

"Why are you holding me?" Adelaide hissed, sitting back down on the other side of the carriage.

"You had a nightmare while on the way here, you woke up and practically attached yourself to me, and then you nearly fell onto the floor so I had to hold onto you, happy?"

"There is no way I would ever hug you in any lifetime." Adelaide crossed her arms and turned her head away from Holmes.

"Well," Sherlock placed his hat back on his head and stood, exiting the carriage, "If it does happen again, shame on you." He helped the widow down from the carriage then paid the driver for the ride.

"I can't believe I came with you." Adelaide started to search for her key then remembered that her brother-in-law took it. She sighed and put her fingers to her nose. "And I can't believe we need to get a room at the Inn for the night."

"I see no problem in that, it's late anyway and I'm exhausted. We'll work in the morning then return home to Baker Street tomorrow afternoon. Come." Sherlock slicked his hair back then started walking to the Inn across the street and Adelaide sighed, quickly following. She kept her head down when they entered the room. Sherlock wrapped his arm around Adelaide then whispered in her ear. "Play along." Holmes placed his hat on her head, covering most of her hair then she turned her face into his chest, her hand clinging to his coat.

"May I help you sir?" A middle aged woman, about 47, asked Holmes, she was standing on her left leg, looking rather bored as she stood up at the check-in desk. Holmes cleared his throat and nodded.

"You certainly can, my… wife and I were on our way to London for our honeymoon when our carriage broke a few wheels about a mile back on some rocks. She's exhausted and we need a place to stay for the night, are there any rooms available?" Adelaide looked up to Sherlock and he placed a kiss on her forehead. Adelaide tried not to look shocked and hid her blush. To the innkeeper she looked like a shy "bride".

"Yessir, we have one open on the third floor, room 33. Here's your key, breakfast is served at 9 in the mornin', sign here and I'll give you your key." Sherlock nodded and quickly took his arm away from Adelaide's waist, signing them in as 'Mr. and Mrs. Charles Greenwood'. The innkeeper held out the key to the room and Holmes took it, smiling. He paid the woman then started for the stairs.

"Thank you. Come dear let's go to bed." Adelaide followed Sherlock to the stairs and quickly walked up them. Once they were in their room Adelaide took his hat off her head and threw it at him.

"You realize if this town finds out I'm the widow of Mr. Dawson I'll be the laughingstock of this town?" She cursed at him, crossing her arms.

"They won't realize it's you if you keep wearing my hat with your hair in that bun of yours."

"What about yourself? Everybody knows of Sherlock Holmes."

"Yes but I rarely find myself out in the country, of all places."

"We are not in the country!"

"We're in the right spot, the florist's shop is on the outskirts of town. Guess we should have waited until tomorrow so we could bring Watson, ah well." Holmes said, ignoring Adelaide's outburst. He shrugged off his jacket and waistcoat, leaving only his white shirt and suspenders. He then flopped down onto the couch in the room and placed his hat over his eyes. "Get some sleep Mrs. Dawson; we have a long day ahead of us."

"Don't you want the bed?"

"I told you before; I'm comfier on the couch."

"Yes but…" Holmes lifted his head and raised an eyebrow.

"But?"

"I know her, she's…nosey. She'll walk in and check on her guests, including us. Even with a Do Not Disturb sign she'll pop her head in." Adelaide felt her cheeks turning pink as she tried to undo her dress ties. "If she sees you on the couch after saying we're on our honeymoon she'll suspect something." Holmes thought about it, sitting up on the couch, his hat still on his head. Adelaide turned from him and continued untying her dress. After a while she grunted in anger and sat down on the bed, crossing her arms. She felt the bed move behind her and looked over her shoulder to see Holmes successfully untangle the ribbons and laces that kept her in the dress. She smiled at him then stood up, letting the dress fall off her shoulders and onto the floor. She kept her last underskirt on and her corset, as much as it hurt. Holmes helped her loosen the corset enough to keep her comfortable during the night and still covered. Adelaide's cheeks never stopped flaring red as she lied down on the bed under the sheets. Holmes sighed and crawled under the sheets, sighing as he turned away from Adelaide.

Their backs were to each other, Adelaide too embarrassed to turn to look at him. Holmes kept his eyes on the far wall, suddenly unable to fall asleep. The damn girl was too close to him now. Yes they were close in the carriage but he was too busy making sure she didn't injure herself he didn't really care! Mrs. Hudson would have his head if any harm came to her daughter, and she already was trying to kill him. The spy behind him was now fully asleep, he could hear her breathing become deep and even. He was sure she was dreaming, about what he wouldn't know. Holmes closed his eyes and moved to the edge of the bed, staying as far away from the girl as possible.

THE END! Not really, end of chapter 5 (Yes this is gonna be a regular thing to read :P)

This chapter I am proud of because it's longer and I rather like it, yet it's still not my best work in my opinion, I still like it.

To all those who received a kiss from Watson and Sherlock, congratulations. To people who reviewed without accounts.

Joy, your kiss. *Sherlock kisses you on the cheek*

There, now that that's settled

Sherlock: I really don't like you.

Me: You gotta love me Sherlock, I'm in charge of your love life

Sherlock: I don't want a love life. Women just cause problems

Me: *sighs* Stupid 19th century thinking. You're gonna get a culture shock whenever you see the 21st century!

Watson: Please tell me your prize this time doesn't include us kissing random strangers.

Me: Nope! The prize this time is a very lovely dinner.

Watson: Why do I get the feeling this won't end well.

Me: You get a date with Watson or Sherlock!

Sherlock: Watson, time to leave!

Watson: Agreed! *Sherlock and Watson start running*

Me: Ah come on! Choose who you want I will make sure they get there! *runs after them* YOU TWO WILL GO ON YOUR DATES AND YOU WILL BE GENTLEMEN! OH! And if you guys have chapter title ideas I'd love to hear them!