*Sherlock* Delivering a thank-you card.

[Emma Jackson]

Emma was walking towards Baker Street. When she had asked the police, who she knew would know where Detective Holmes would live as he had helped them so many times, and they had given her directions. She had eventually explained to her nephew that Sherlock had helped her, and with Brenda's help Charlie had created a thank-you card and Emma had offered to deliver it. As she turned into Baker Street, she examined the card and smiled. There was a few bits of glitter, and in glitter glue Charlie had written, not in wobbly writing as Brenda had basically done it for him, Thank You Detective Holmes. Emma smiled again. Brenda, who was a great drawer, had drawn Sherlock giving Jake over to the police. Emma opened the card. It said:
To Detective Holmes,
Thank you for helping my auntie out on that case, you were obviously brilliant.
From,
Charlie Jackson.
PS: You are the best Detective ever, my auntie also agrees.
Emma laughed a bit. When she got to Sherlock's room, she paused before knocking on the door.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock was not doing much, there were never enough interesting cases. A lot of the more common problems were doing, such as domestic murder, it was never worth his time and brain power. Maybe he would need to conduct a science experiment today, that would take up his mind. Unfortunately, he didn't have any spare bits of human bodies to experiments on and leave in the fridge. Ms Hudson and John often complained about body parts in the fridge, but it was always for a good purpose. For some reason they could never see that.

As he remained on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling, Sherlock heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs and he paused in his thoughts, listening. It wasn't a client, no nervousness, it was female, judging by the sound. It didn't seem like Molly, Sherlock could recognise her footsteps, just like how he could recognise Lestrade's, Donovan's, John's, Mycroft's and Mrs Hudson's. So why would a strange women who was not a client be visiting? Couldn't be one of John's many girlfriends, John was definitely out. Could be Karen, but he doubted it. She didn't like him.

Finally, there was a knock and Sherlock went to answer to the door. Opeing it, he took in the detective who he had briefly helped. She looked perfectly fine, despite having been shot a few days ago. "How is the wound, Detective Jackson?" Sherlock asked as he looked at her. "It can't be that bad if you are still going to work." He commented, standing aside so she could come in. His eyes fell upon the card, but for once, he said nothing. The detective wasn't completly sure why she was holding such a card.

[Emma Jackson]

"How is the wound, Detective Jackson? It can't be that bad if you're going to work."
"It's fine, thank you. And no matter how bad it is, I really should go to work. After all, they could need me." Emma said, going inside when he moved aside. She looked at him, then held out the card. "From my nephew." she explained.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"It's fine, thank you. And no matter how bad it is, I really should go to work. After all, they could need me." Sherlock gave a small nod, he understood why one would want to continue work, even if they were wounded. And the yard almost always needed Sherlock, so the detective would continue work, even if wounded. besides, doing nothing was boring and would rot his mind. "The Yard always needs help." Sherlock commented, closing the door behind Detective Jackson as she entered. Sherlock paused, wondering whether to offer her tea, or a place to it.

"From my nephew." Sherlock carefully took the card from her and he examined it. her nephew had obviously had help with it. The drawing was good, and the writing did not seem consistent with the apparent age of her nephew. Opening it up, Sherlock read through the writing and gave a small smile. One thing the detective did enjoy was people recognising his genius. That was one of the reasons he enjoyed having John around, comments from John about his deductions were a nice change from the normal ones and it built up the detective's ego.

Another nice thing about the card was it was only the detective and based off something that was not John's blog. They recieved a few pictures and cards or emails and all of them came from John's blog, which did annoy the detective. he didn't understand why none of them came from his own website and why people were more interested in John's Blog than his analysis of tobacco ash. Placing the card on the table, by John's laptop so his blogger would see that it wasn't just the Blog, Sherlock turned back to Detective Jackson.

2Do you wish to stay for any amount of time. We are out of milk, so tea would not be an option." Sherlock commented, going back to the sofa and sitting down. Company was not something that the detective was completely useful, having been using his skull for a listener for a large proportion of his career. but that had attracted attention and then he had John for talking to. Or at. Either way, John didn't seem to mind and he did compliment Sherlock on his deductions.

[Emma Jackson]

Emma watched him, and did catch his small smile. She smiled to herself too, having a feeling that he liked it.
Do you wish to stay for any amount of time. We're out of milk so tea is not an option. Emma nodded. "That'd be nice. And that's okay, I had tea before I left. she sat opposite him. "Yes, I suppose you're right about the yard, they always need help. So do the police, have you noticed they're pretty useless at catching people? Emma said. It was true: from what she'd seen, the police didn't seem so bothered when she caught the criminals on a case and gave them over for arresting. They seemed interested in only coffee and laughter and paperwork being signed. Honestly, they could be rather boring.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"That'd be nice. And that's okay, I had tea before I left." Sherlock looked at Detective Jackson briefly. He knew that she had not helped with the card. the handwriting, while neat, was not hers. She was also not married, so Sherlock presumed that it was a friend, probably the one who had come by after Jackson had been shot. "John should be getting milk." Sherlock commented, briefly flickering his gaze to the window, wondering if John was going to find another woman while at the shops. He did seem to go through them rapidly.

"Yes, I suppose you're right about the yard, they always need help. So do the police, have you noticed they're pretty useless at catching people?" Sherlock nodded. "The serial killings, or as they called it, the serial suicides, caused them a lot of problems." He commented. Lestrade was convinced it was suicides, as was Donovan and Anderson." They had taken a bit of convincing, but Lestrade could possibly be a good detective, as far as Sherlock was aware. As long as he kept listening to what Sherlock told him.

[Emma Jackson]

Emma tilted her head. "John...he's your Doctor assistant, right?" she checked. Emma then looked at her hands for a moment, thinking, then looked back up as he spoke again. "Yes, I heard about those. Why they were convinced they were suicides I don't know. They get the strangest ideas sometimes." Emma said.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"John...he's your Doctor assistant, right?" Sherlock regarded jackson coldly when she said that John was his Doctor assistant. Sometimes people got the wrong impression with John being a doctor, they ended up thinking that Sherlock needed a doctor. But Jackson seemed to be clever enough not to leap to that conclusion. "He helps on cases and then blogs about it. He also shares the rent." Sherlock commented. The fame that the blog had brought was not always good, either, even though he loved being the centre of attention and recognised.

"Yes, I heard about those. Why they were convinced they were suicides I don't know. They get the strangest ideas sometimes." Sherlock looked over to Jackson, despite seeing the obvious truth, no one else had noticed, and Sherlock did understand why the police had come to that conclusion, despite being wrong. "The same poison, a new poison. Similar places. If the victims had been depressed or dlowly dying, it would be a logical conclusion that someone was giving assisted suicide. However, the pain caused by the poison and the fact that the victims had no reason to commit suicide should have alerted them." Sherlock commented.

Watching jackson with his cold gaze, Sherlock wondered how much of her work overlapped with the few officers Sherlock worked with. "I haven't seen you in the Yard before. Have you ever worked with Lestrade, Donovan or Anderson?" Sherlock asked. They were the main members of the Yard who he kept having to work with, Lestrade being the only one who did not appear to mind Sherlock that much and was smart enough to listen.

[Emma Jackson]

"I've seen that blog, yes." Emma commented. Then she listened, nodding. "That's a logical explanation, I suppose." At his next sentence, Emma nodded. "I've worked with Lestrade and Donovan, but have only exchanged a few brief words with Anderson." Emma explained to Sherlock. "I must say though, Lestrade is rather more..interesting than the other two, and he talks more sense, at least it seems like that."

[Sherlock Holmes]

"I've seen that blog, yes." Sherlock regarded Jackson's words, she didn't say that she followed it or enjoyed it. Which was something Sherlock considered a good thing, although he didn't show it. The detective was never one for a display of emotion, or even noticing it. Emotions distracted from more important things such as work. Although it unfortunately managed to occasionally worm its way into his life, especially boredom. There was no talk about his site, either. It was strange that no one stumbled across it. Nor did anyone read his analysis on tobacco ash.

"That's a logical explanation, I suppose." Sherlock looked over to Jackson as she spoke. "Its always good to look at different options and to understand them. So you can rule out impossible and reach the obvious conclusion." He told her. And when ordinary people came up with the ideas, it was so much easier, he could just see the obvious mistakes they had made. "I've worked with Lestrade and Donovan, but have only exchanged a few brief words with Anderson." "Consider yourself lucky." He informed her, Anderson was not good company.

"I must say though, Lestrade is rather more..interesting than the other two, and he talks more sense, at least it seems like that." Sherlock nodded. "Lestrade is one of the few who show any promise." He agreed. Donovan had considered that Sherlock had invented all the crimes that he solved. Anderson had gone along with that idea. Lestrade didn't, though and had informed John that they were coming to arrest him. Not that Sherlock had made an escape until after he had been arrested. It hadn't been much of a problem.

[Emma Jackson]

Emma watched him for a moment, then looked at the window, then back at Sherlock. "Is Anderson bad company then? she asked, a small smile appearing. "He does seem like it, I'll try and stay slightly clear of him." Emma said. She was a bit surprised, about Anderson and Lestrade; she and Detective Holmes agreed on things that usually nobody agreed on. Emma didn't let her surprise show though. That would just be...she couldn't find an appropriate word. Never mind.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock's gaze did not follow Jackson's as it moved to the window, instead his cold gaze remaining fixed on her. "Is Anderson bad company then?" It was obvious that she hadn't spent much time around Anderson, Sherlock didn't know how the others could tell how horrific Anderson was. "Anderson lowers the IQ of the entire street when he talks and he can't even see the obvious. I have no idea how he managed to get in." Sherlock commented. Out of all the people he met, Anderson had to be the worst.

"He does seem like it, I'll try and stay slightly clear of him." Sherlock gave a nod, it was something worth doing. However, Sherlock did not often get the chance because he did work with the Yard on cases so he was not bored. And that was with Lestrade.

[Emma Jackson]

Emma smiled a bit at Sherlock's comment. "Definitely going to stay clear of him. Maybe he had someone put a good word in for him? Not sure." Emma mused.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"Definitely going to stay clear of him. Maybe he had someone put a good word in for him? Not sure." Sherlock thought about that. "Or that he can remember all the procedures and they just let someone else attempt to connect the dots." Sherlock commented, getting up and walking over to his voilin, picking it up, he examined the instrument, plucking a few strings, making sure that it was still in tune. It was one of the habits the detective had, to check his instrument. Placing it back, he returned to the sofa and checked his phone for any messages from John or any clients. As always, there were none.

[Emma Jackson]

Emma considered. "Yes, I suppose there is always that." She listened as he plucked a few strings on his violin. "You play the violin? That's cool." she watched him checking his phone for messages. Perhaps messages about cases? She thought.