Alistair stared into space as he registered what had just happened. The kiss had jogged his memory reminding him of the picture that lay on Casey's desk of him. The feeling of her soft lips against his made him remember why it was such a hard feeling to understand.<br/>Sherlock Holmes had never been one to care about love in the stories. To him love was the opposite of reasoning and rationality which was everything that Holmes believed in. To him love was an annoyance or at the very least an idea that he could not see himself falling victim to and it was because of this that Alistair's rational mind never comprehended that someone may like him.<br/>He started the engine of the motor bike and slipped on his helmet before driving the bike as carefully as possible towards Casey's house. The thoughts that revolved in his head seemed to help him steer the vehicle. His mind was now so focused on the complicated matter that the steering the motor bike seemed a rather simple problem.<br/><em>'Would you take me as a marrying man Watson?'</em>Alistair thought to himself as he recalled the words his fictional self had spoken in the stories that concerned his opinion on love. Now more than ever he wished that his old friend was by his side, maybe he would be able to tell him what he should be feeling.<br/>Soon they pulled up outside of Casey's house. Lulu and Ryan were sat outside on the pavement in front of her house with cans of soda. They grinned and waved at the two before applauding as Alistair pulled up in front of them.<br/>'The heroes return! We all made it out alive!' Lulu cheered and raised a can of coke above her head with a wide pearly grin.