Hello there all, and welcome to Cross Roads! I want to mention to all those reading this for the first time that this is the second in The Study of Life series involving Sherlock and my OC Amber Devons(or Amberlock as you guys have voted!). The first in the series is Breaking the Barrier, so if you have not read that you might want to go back and do so. Otherwise you might be a little bit confused as to what is going on, especially in this first chapter.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock. I do however own Amber and any other person you do not recognize as well as the plot.

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"Amber, will you marry me?"

Amber could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest as she stood before Sherlock, his question still ringing through her mind. It was only fitting, him proposing in the middle of a graveyard. She was currently laying a chapter of her life to rest and here he was offering her a page to turn in order to start a new chapter. It was damn near poetic if she thought about it and more than a little startling.

"Sherlock," she murmured, staring at the ring he was currently holding out to her. It seemed to sparkle whenever the sparse sunlight shifted through the clouds and hit the stone, sending a rainbow of color spilling in a multitude of different directions. Though she didn't want to take her eyes off of it, it was so gorgeous after all, she managed pulled her gaze away long enough to look at Sherlock's face. She saw a patient expression gracing his features. Sherlock was never one for patience, even when it concerned her. He was the type of person who wanted things answered fast. But now he stood there, silent and curious as he watched her.

She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to nibble at her bottom lip. "Sherlock, it's only been seven months."

"Yes," he said, his brows pulling down as they began to furrow. That had not been the answer he was expecting or hoping for that matter.

The fact that he truly didn't understand had Amber chuckling lightly, a small smirk on her face. He was, at moments, ignorant, just as John had written in his blog so long ago. "We've only been dating for seven months Sherlock. Don't you think it's a little early to talk about marriage?"

Sherlock cocked his head to the side, the arm holding out the ring slowly dropping as he began to think that Amber was declining his offer, even if she hadn't specifically stated that as of yet. "We're not talking about it, I was simply asking you." He really was confused, even more so when she simply shook her head lightly and chuckle at him some more. "Isn't this what is expected of two people who are in love?"

That had her blinking in surprise. He had a very good point, but given how her last marriage had turned out she really was reluctant about saying yes. She had thought she had loved Scot and it had been a natural thing to simply get married. It was what she had thought was supposed to happen. It had ended badly and though he couldn't harm her now she was still a little bit gun shy when it came to the idea of tying herself to another human being. Just like she was gun shy about being alone, anywhere.

She loved Sherlock, more so than she had ever loved anyone in her life. Of that she was sure. She had realized this when she had woken up in the hospital three days after technically dying and the first thing she had said had been Sherlock's name. She hadn't called to him because she wanted him there beside her, she had called him because she wanted to make sure he was okay. He had saved her and she had wanted to know that he was fine even if she was laying in a bed with an IV in her arm and all sorts of monitors hooked to her body. Worrying about his welfare had come before learning of how badly she had actually been injured. If that didn't say something about her feelings for the man, she didn't know what did.

But was she ready to actually marry Sherlock, or at least become engaged? Could she actually handle no longer being his girlfriend but his fiancée and later wife? There were so many questions but she really had no answer to any of them. Sometimes, she had learned, it was best to just jump in and see how it all turns out, especially when her heart and mind were telling her it would all work out in the end. "Yes," she finally whispered, barely audible as the wind began to whip around them, signaling an incoming storm.

Sherlock, not understanding her context of the answer 'yes', continued on with his explanation as to why he was proposing. "Then I do think it appropriate..."

Amber managed to cut him off by grabbing the hand that had been offering her the ring, which now hung limply by his side, the ring still in his fingers, as if he had forgotten it for the time being. It was completely possible that he had forgotten he had it in his hand. This was Sherlock she was talking about, it could have been either of those.

She took the little band of metal and diamond and smiled up at Sherlock. "Sherlock, love, your a clod sometimes. I meant yes to your first question. I will marry you." Her smile widened as she slipped the ring onto her left ring finger. To her surprise it fit perfectly, but then again it was Sherlock who had asked her. He had probably managed to get it sized just right by remembering the feel of her fingers laced with his. It was the perfect size as well, stunning against her pale skin. Looking at it now, it looked older, more antique. The center stone was square cut and the three little diamonds on the side were rounded. The band was platinum if she had to hazard a guess, with a small inlay pattern that she hadn't seen on any newer style rings.

That made her extremely happy, knowing that it wasn't just something new he bought on a whim because it was pretty. She knew, on some level, the ring came from somewhere in Sherlock's family and that touched her more than any new ring could have. "I'd be honored to call myself your wife."

Sherlock, for a moment, was simply stunned. After a few moments his face broke out into a smile and she simple just laughed as she launched herself into his arms. His wrapped around her waist, careful of the bruises still on her body, holding her close. She laughed as she buried her face into his neck, feeling the tears of happiness gather in her eyes.

She didn't know how long they stood like that, the two of them embracing on the hill where her parents were buried, but they did eventually release one another, smiling together. Amber looked down at the ring with a smile so wide it hurt her cheeks before looking back up at Sherlock. "Thank you Sherlock."

"Happy birthday Amber," he whispered lightly as he brought his face down to hers for a sweet and soft kiss.

Amber's heart soared at hearing those words. It was her birthday and the only other people to wish her such sentiment had been Megan in a phone call and John in a text message. She knew once she arrived back in London others would wish her a belated birthday, but for some reason hearing it from Sherlock made her day. "You didn't just come here to make sure I wasn't alone. You came because you knew it was my birthday," she said. "You've made it one I'll never forget."

"One can hope so, but I believe it would be appropriate to leave you alone for the time being," he offered with a nod to the gravestones she had been talking to before he had startled her. He didn't quite understand the urge to talk to a gravestone, and he had refused to ask John about it either after having seen him talk to the the gravestone baring 'Sherlock Holmes'. It was, he supposed, a personal matter and a way of coping with loss, not matter how old or new it might have been.

"I can assume you know where I'm staying. I'll see you back there later," she smiled sweetly up at him, her hand on his cheek. She swiped her thumb across the healed gash just on his cheekbone. It was a small mark, one that within a few weeks would be gone. "I love you."

He smirked down at her. "I love you too," he pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear before kissing her once more, this time a little deeper. He left her alone on the hill where she watched him go until she couldn't see him any longer. She turned back to her parent's grave and couldn't help the small smile playing on her face.

"He's the brilliant one I was talking about. You'd both love him, at least I could hope you would. He can be a bit rude and arrogant at times but he's a good man underneath it all. The most human person I've ever met really despite what he might say on the topic," she chuckled out.

"He saved me, Bri too. He's saved so many people, you know. He put them before himself, sacrificed a year of his life to keep them all safe. I didn't know him then but I did know of him. I never thought eight months ago that I would be here now," she said looking down at her ring but instead saw the fading scabs and marks on her wrists. The scars would stick around for a while but before long they would fade or disappear completely. She was hoping for that latter rather than the former.

She felt herself tear up then, not at a memory but feeling so overwhelmed and happy in that moment. "He loves me mum and he treats me right dad. He's saved me so many times just by being here, even before we started our relationship. I know it's soon, I know seven months is so short but you two," she chuckled lightly through the tears "You two barely knew each other when you became engaged. Scot and I," she tried to breath calmly, swiping at her tears while a little flutter of panic spiked within her at the thought of that man. "We were a mistake. A very large one. I knew that now and I think I knew it from the start. I was just young and so naïve and I tried to ignore what my instincts were telling me. But I'm not that young any more am I? I'm twenty nine today. Lovely way to spend my birthday, standing in a graveyard. I wouldn't have it any other way, you know."

Then it hit her, the conversation she and Sherlock had had the evening she had gone undercover at that gala. When they were working on their back story they had come up with the idea of having gotten engaged after she had visited her parents' grave. She smiled at that. It hadn't gone exactly like they had talked about but she was visiting her parents and they had gotten engaged. She smiled at that, the parallel, as if Sherlock had remembered and played off of that. She doubted that though. It was merely coincidence. That didn't mean that she didn't laugh lightly at the notion.

"Bri will be out of the hospital when I get home, back to London that is. She's doing good, gaining weight, and healing. She's seeing a therapist, getting the help she needs. I'm moving her into my flat and I suppose I'm moving up with Sherlock and his roommate John. Megan already lives as close to Baker Street as she can without being on the street. She won't admit it but she spends more time in the flat with John than she does at her own flat. I keep trying to say she should just move in but she keeps claiming its too cramped as it is." She fell silent after a moment, composing her thoughts.

"I just want you guys and Sean and Kelly and," she choked a bit on her next words. "My baby, to know that I love you all. I know I come here a lot and I know now that missing you and visiting you is normal, but I might not come as often as I did." She wrung her wrists, nervous now as she spoke.

"I'm not forgetting you, I could never do that. I'm just moving on a little bit I suppose. I've been clinging to the past because I've been so scared. I've been too scared to look forward because all I've ever done is look back, remembering what could have, and should have been." She shook her head because she knew that she shouldn't cling to the past. It was the truth, the past had always haunted her, and she always wondered what life should have been like. The past was the past though and that's where it belonged.

"I can't keep thinking like that, even if I've never done so consciously until just recently. This is a chapter I might revisit some days, because it's one of those life chapters that made me who I am today. I might skim the top, come 'round for a visit once in a while, but I've got other chapters to read and explore and pay attention to. I just wanted to come here and say I love you lot so much and that I will never forget you. I carry you all in my heart and my mind and I'll do so until the day I die, but I'm adding a few new people to my heart and mind and I know you'll be okay with that. You want me happy, I know that. So," she took a deep breath, looking at the ring on her finger as she felt a tear slip from the corner of her eye. "I love you all so very much."

She touched her mother's gravestone first before moving down the line, kneeling down in front of her son's gravestone. She kissed the tips of her fingers and pressed her hand against the cold stone. She sighed as she stood back up, the ache in her hip growing but she paid it no mind as she turned and headed back down the path leading from where she was to the park lot nearly half a mile away. The walk was going to hurt, considering she had to go up hill first before she got to flatter land.

Enjoying the walk, and the time to herself, she took her time exiting the graveyard. While it might seem a bit morbid, Amber had always enjoyed walking through that particular cemetery. It was a large sprawling expanse of green. All dips and hills and beautiful trees and flowers and rocks. It was Scottish down to the bone, with large mausoleums which had been there long before she had been born and would be there long after she passed. The place was as much a destination for the living as it was the dead. It was a place to remember those who had passed, those who had been loved and had been lost. It was a place the living sought peace just as much as the dead sought rest. She had always loved that about the graveyard. It never felt weird of scary, walking down those little walkways. It just felt...peaceful.

When she did make it back to her rental car, she looked back at the wrought iron gates standing tall as if protecting the dead, realizing that when she actually die, which would be a long while from now she hoped, she too would be buried with her family. Though it was an odd and depressing thought at the moment, she wondered what name her gravestone would bare. Her maiden surname or her married one. Her mother had hyphenated and she wasn't sure if she wanted to go down that route. She wasn't to fond of being a Devons, with their connections in politics and the government, but she loved it as well. She was most certainly going to take Holmes as her last name, though it might upset her family in the end. Even her married female cousins had hyphenated, all too happy to keep their last names as well as the names of their respected others.

Shaking her head of those thoughts because it really was to early to be thinking about name changes, Amber didn't linger any longer in the parking lot. She got into the car and drove off down the road leading back into town, heading for the bed and breakfast she was staying at, the one she always stayed at.

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Amber didn't head back to the bed and breakfast as she had originally intended. Instead she drove to the little cafe she spent most of her time at when she happened to be in town. She loved that little cafe. It served the best handmade sandwiches and fresh soups. The coffees and teas weren't half bad either, though she came more for the food. She was a well known fixture, having found the place a little over four years ago. She loved it in there, loved that the owners knew her by name and knew what she always liked to get.

So when she walked in and ordered, everyone was surprised that she asked for two sandwiches to-go and a large cup of the fresh daily soup as well as two teas. She was only a half a mile away from the bed and breakfast after all. "I have a friend along with my this time round," she gave as her answer when she paid.

The woman behind the counter, a young thing she had meet last year, took notice of the ring on her finger. "Congratulations," the girl said with a smile and nod at the ring which had made it clear what kind of friend had come along with her.

Self-conscious and still not used to wearing the ring, she played with it a bit. "Thanks," she mumbled, slightly embarrassed at having had it pointed out so obviously. She knew it was bound to happen and she knew that it would happen back in London as well.

"Still a little new?" the girl asked as she handed Amber back her change.

"Yeah," Amber said sheepishly, stuffing the coins in her pocket. "Yeah just a little," she continued to play with the ring as she moved to the side to wait for her food while other costumers were seen to. It wasn't more than ten minutes later that she had a large bag and two to-go cups of tea in her hands. She said her goodbyes, was helped with the door by a little old man who also congratulated her on her engagement, seeing the ring on her finger, and was offered help in the parking lot by a sweet young man who didn't even try to hit on her.

When she finally did manage to pull out of the parking lot she was smiling from ear to ear. Even in a city like Edinburgh, or at least a little town outside of it, people were nice and sweet, even if they didn't know you. It had been years since she had lived in this sweet little town, years since she had done anything but visit for a week, yet days like this were what made her realize that though she wasn't a part of the town, her family still was. Even as long as they had been buried, the name Devons still stuck around and still meant something. As much as she hated the family name, she loved that and she always would.

The drive back the bed and breakfast was quick, smooth, and uneventful, not that she had thought it would be other wise. She was greeted inside by the owner of the establishment with a smile and a wave as she headed for the stairs. She grimaced as she walked to the second floor suite she had, but didn't complain. Her sore and tired muscles needed the workout or else the pain would be worse when she finally did use them.

She carefully unlocked the door to her suite, balancing the cup holder in her other hand as well as holding the bag of food. Carefully, she slipped into the room, pulling the key out of the door and shutting it behind her, remembering to flick the lock closed. She toed off her shoes as she walked into the suite noting that Sherlock's things were now floating here and there. It was rather domestic scene really.

His coat was hanging over a chair in the living area, his shoes were by the door, near where she had put hers, and his phone as well as keys and wallet were haphazardly thrown on the small table by the window. She smiled as she walked into the small kitchenette area of the suite, having rented the room specifically for that purpose considering the week she usually spent in Scotland she often ate takeaway or brought the supplies to make small meals from a grocer just down the street.

Setting everything on the counter, she shed her coat and laid it across Sherlock's and went in search of the man in question. She found him curled on the bed, well more like sprawled across the bedspread, sleeping as if he hadn't slept in days.

She smiled at the sight. She knew for a fact he hadn't been sleeping well, not that he slept well before hand, but lately it had been worse. She had often woke in the middle of the night to find him no longer beside her. One time she had found him curled on her couch after having woken up with him there. She knew that it had to do with her, the reason he wasn't sleeping much. She knew that it was because she had been injured and had only just returned home from the hospital. She knew he had spent two long weeks without her in his bed and she knew that even now he reached for her in his sleep. She could tell because his arms were out stretched on the side of the bed which would have been hers had she been sleeping there beside him.

With a very soft smile on her face, she tip toed her way out of the room and back to the kitchenette where she put everything in the small fridge. She headed back to the bedroom and gathered her belongings to take a shower, which included comfortable clothing seeing as Sherlock was in the room and she couldn't just go waltzing out naked. Sometimes she wished she could but since their relationship wasn't that physical and they hadn't actually done anything besides a couple of good snogging sessions that lead to a little groping, she wasn't quite that comfortable being naked around him. She knew they'd get to the point where she could walk out of the shower naked and then into the room, but for now she would change in the bathroom. It didn't bother her.

She was quick with the shower, fully assuming that Sherlock would wake up sometime while she was in there. However, when she stepped out of the bathroom, dressed and towel drying her hair, she found him in the same spot he had been when she had gone into the bathroom. Chuckling to herself, she throw her towels into the corner and made her way to the bed with a soft yawn.

She looked at the man currently hogging most of the space and sat down for a moment. She felt him shift away which allowed her to lay down, her back to his front with her head snuggled onto one of the pillows he had yet to shove off the bed.

Though Sherlock was still sleeping, he sought her out, wrapping his arms around her waist and folding himself around her so that they were spooning. It was a comfortable position and considering she wasn't under the blanket, it kept her rather warm.

Amber closed her eyes and for the first time in days she didn't see the horrible events of weeks gone by playing out behind her eyelids. She didn't fall asleep either. Instead she just ended up laying there, content, as she worried once more for the current state of Sherlock. He had lost a little bit of weight in the last month, weight he could afford to lose. He was already so thin as it was. He had begun to sleep less and less, even when they weren't working a case. The fact that he was sleeping now made her immensely happy because he truly needed the rest. She also knew he had taken up smoking again. Though, as of a week ago, after a lovely little confrontation about it he was trying to quite. It worried her, it worried John, it worried Mrs. Hudson, and it even worried Megan and Lestrade.

She knew it was going to take some time for Sherlock to bounce back. She had learned that Sherlock had been in the ambulance when she had coded and technically died. She knew it had to hurt him to know that she might not have made it, to have seen her laying there not breathing with a machine screaming the fact that her heart wasn't beating. So she knew that this whole thing was affecting him in ways she doubted he even understood or thought about. She might be okay and in his arms now but if things had gone differently, well it would be Sherlock visiting her grave instead of her visiting her family. It weighed heavy on even her heart, thinking that there might have been a moment where she wasn't with Sherlock. That was enough to scare her into holding his arms closer around her every time they hugged or laid in bed together. That was why she said she loved him so often or kissed him at random moments when they were alone.

But right now she wished there was a way for her to tell him she understood what he was going through without actually telling him so blatantly. He would never accept what she told him because it didn't make sense to him. He would say that she was alive and perfectly fine, a little scared and bruised but nothing else. He would deny the worry and thoughts of 'what if' or 'what might have been'. His mind didn't work that way, at least that was what he would insist even though everyone knew different. Sherlock wasn't as apathetic as he made himself out to be. He felt just like the rest of the human populace, he just felt and showed it in a different manner than most people. Even she often expressed herself differently that those she knew.

Sighing lightly, she snuggled deeper into the bed against Sherlock, just enjoying this moment of peace while laying in his arms. He needed this sleep as much as she needed the moment of quietness to reflect. With a rather large, yet quiet, yawn, she closed her eyes and just laid there, her mind at ease as she tried to allow herself to get some kind of sleep. Lord knows she needed a nap.

When she finally woke up several hours later, Amber found the room dark, the windows shades closed and the blankets draped over her. She yawned as she sat up in the bed looking around for Sherlock as she usually did when she learned he wasn't in bed with her. However, she could hear him puttering about in the living area, the telly on low. She smiled as she kicked off the blankets and went to join him.

As she walked through the bedroom to the living room, she ran her hair though her now dry hair, realizing that it was rather knotted thanks to having fallen asleep without it being dry or brushed. It was going to hurt later, running a brush through it, but for now she didn't care. Sherlock had seen her with bed head before, it was nothing new considering she had rather curly hair. In fact she had seen Sherlock with messy hair almost every morning because his hair too was curly. Granted it wasn't as bad as hers but it could be pretty bad at moments. She loved running her hands through his messy hair in the mornings just like she knew he enjoyed playing with her curls at random moments.

She found him in the couch, her laptop on the table in front of her, a pack of cigarettes haphazardly thrown on the top, several of them missing. She rose her brow at the sight, walked to the table and swiped the cigarettes, lifting the lid to see the how many he had actually smoked. Given the amount missing and how many were still left, she gauged how long it had been since he had bought the pack. She figured it was about three days. She had to admit it was tempting to steal one, but she wasn't much for smoking any longer.

"You really should quit," she muttered, knowing he was quitting slowly, as she tossed them back on the table before heading in the direction of the small kitchenette. She removed both sandwiches and the cup of soup from the fridge as well as the teas. "Hungry?" she asked sweetly as she grabbed a couple of paper plates. She placed a sandwich on each plate before putting the soup into one of the microwave safe bowls that were found in the kitchenette.

"Yeah, sure," Sherlock mumbled from his spot in front of the computer. It was as if he didn't even hear it. That was the usual, he might be aware of her presence but that didn't always mean he paid attention to her. She never minded though because he was there and that was what mattered. He didn't mind if she chattered away because he rarely yelled at her to shut up when she did so.

With a roll of her eyes she grabbed up both plates while the soup heated up. She set a plate in front of Sherlock before sitting herself down on the couch beside him, taking a bite of her sandwich. "Sherlock," she said after she had finished chewing. He didn't respond, just continued to scroll through his website in hopes of finding a case, at least she figured that was what he was doing. "Sherlock," she called again, putting her plate on the table in front of her beside Sherlock's. She placed her hand on his thigh, giving it a slight squeeze.

That seemed to get his attention, enough that he actually stopped looking at the computer screen and looked at her. "Hello," she smiled as she spoke. "Nice to see I'm talking to you instead of at you now," she chuckled and rubbed her hand along his thigh lightly before removing her hand only to have him grab hold of it and lace his fingers through hers.

"How did you sleep?" he asked calmly, looking down at the plate she had sat in front of him. He wasn't hungry, not really, but he knew he had to eat or else she would harp about it until he did.

The beep of the microwave had her giving Sherlock's hand a squeeze before removing it. "Quite well actually. No nightmares this time round," she said as the got up to get the soup out of the microwave. It was common knowledge, at least to anyone who was close to her, that over the past month she had suffered from some nightmares, which thankfully were becoming less and less as the days slipped by. She blamed it on her memory. There were things she wouldn't ever forget and sometimes those things plagued her mind for months until the memories were safely hidden away.

"That's good," he said standing up to join her in the kitchenette, both their plates in hand.

She nodded as she dished out the soup into smaller bowls. That was why she loved this place. It might have been a small bed and breakfast but each suite had a bathroom, bedroom, living room, and small kitchen area as well as enough equipment for the guests to use in case they didn't want to head downstairs for meals. She scooted a bowl over to him as well as handing him a spoon.

"How have you been sleeping?" she prompted before taking another bite of the cold sandwich. When she didn't answer she just sighed and set the food back down. "Sherlock, love, there is nothing wrong with having an issue sleeping. I know you don't sleep as much as the rest of us. Lord knows I've seen you go three days without so much as a nap, but there is no shame in not being able to sleep when you want to. You can talk to me and I won't tell a soul," she finished softly as she laid her left hand over his on the counter. She did that purposely so that he would see the ring, reminding him that this was what a couple did. They talked to one another, even if the topic was hard or embarrassing, or the other party wasn't used to talking to someone else about something personal. "But I understa—"

"I keep seeing you..." he paused trying to form the words but not really wanting to say them. He wasn't good at expressing things, at letting others in. She had broken through his emotional barriers yes, but that didn't mean he was any better at talking. He wasn't used to talking about it either, having always bottled up what he felt until it just because a natural thing to do.

"I understand," she whispered, now griping his hand. "I still dream about it, seeing myself as if I'm hovering over my body. I still think about it too from time to time. It's only been a month Sherlock, there is a learning curve here that we've both got to deal with. It is going to take some time but we'll get back to normal. There will come a time when we can both fall asleep at night without dreaming of me being dead. Hopefully that time is just around the corner because I'm sick of waking up scared. Today was the first time I haven't woken up with my heart racing," she admitted lightly.

Sherlock looked at her for a moment, gauging what she had just said. Not the whole of her statement, he knew she was right, but that last bit of information, that today had been the first time she had actually woken up without being scared. In the two weeks since her release from the hospital they had, of course, shared the bed. It had become such a natural thing that neither one of them felt the need to change the habit. However, he had failed to notice in the mornings that she had apparently woken up in fear of a nightmare she had had. He knew she had them, she had openly stated such, but he didn't know that she woke up scared in such a manner that her heart raced.

"Eat," she finally said after several moments. "Then we can look and see if there are any cases that need you're help right now." She smiled at him and once more picked up her sandwich as he did the same. He smirked before taking a bite, happy to see her smiling, and even more happy to see that damn ring on her finger.

Questions? Comments? Concerns? Suggestions? Reviews are always welcome:

A/N: Soooo...how'd I do? This is just a little preface to the story, more like summing up Breaking the Barrier really. At first we're going to see a lot of mentions of Amber, Sherlock, John, Megan, and Brianna dealing with the events of the previous story. As the story moves along there will be less and less mention of it as they move away from those events and into the current plot with much different issues. We will also be getting a little bit of smut in this story as well, hope you'll enjoy that.

As a little reminder, I will not be posting another chapter of this story until next Wednesday as I attempt to get myself several chapters ahead so as not to work chapter by chapter. I have done that in the past and it's a pain in the ass considering I update twice a week. If I managed to get myself a head before Sunday you MIGHT get a chapter. If not the regular update schedule will resume next Wednesday. Hope you understand.

And, lastly I do need some suggestions for some mini cases the trio, meaning Sherlock, Amber, and John, to work. I have had a few suggestions but I wouldn't mind a few more if you guys don't mind sending me your ideas. They don't have to be major cases. They can involve murder, robbery, missing persons, or anything exciting you can think of. You will get credit for the idea at the start of each chapter dealing with that case and of course my gratitude and love for helping me! Don't feel scared to PM me, I always love to talk!

Until next time my lovelies!