Krissy kept her promise and arrived at my house a few hours later, handing me the enhanced potion, the blue pin (to keep my outfits correctly sized), and some clothes for me to pick out. I decided I would keep it all in my room and when I needed to change, I would just go there myself in my bigger fashion. She also told me the rules for the pin now that I would be using it for more than just twenty four hours:
    1. Do not loose the pin at all costs.
    2. You can take the pin off once your clothes have adjusted to your size.
    3. The pin will stay calculate to your size unless used on someone else, so if you need to make some clothes grow,     remove the pin when you are in your bigger size and pin it to any clothes you want to make grow.
I thanked her for all her help and told her I would visit her in a few days. She said it was no problem and that she would find a way to contact me if she needed me.
I was so psyched out, I hardly slept. I read Sherlock Holmes: The Life of a Detective until about 5:30 a.m. At this time, I decided to pick out an outfit and head off. I chose a pair of light blue jeans, a purple and pink t-shirt, a light gray cardigan, and some nude flats. I grabbed the potion and, going through the walls, I made my way to his bedroom. When I made it there, it looked just as I had last seen it. Perfectly clean and just as colossal. I made sure he was still asleep by listening for his inhaling and exhaling. I knew he would be a light sleeper, but I decided to take my chances and hope he wouldn't wake up. I quietly tip-toed to the side of the bed where I had once escaped, hopped up onto the long board supporting the bed, and then jumped onto the mattress.
I couldn't tell if he was awake or not because his face was turned around, but he was still taking in deep, long breaths, so I assumed he was still asleep. I slowly walked over to his dirty-blonde head, sinking into the mattress with each step, and whispered, "Sherlock, wake up. It's me, Carrie." I stuck the potion behind my back so he couldn't see it and waited for him to wake.
Despite how quite my whisper must've been to his ears, he began to stir. I backed up to he wouldn't roll onto me when I realized he was turning. I watched him until he was on his right side, looking directly at me. I still felt small, but it wasn't as bad as being with him while he was standing. His face revealed no emotion and he continued to examine my outfit. He must've found it strange I was wearing real clothing instead of strips of cloth, but he didn't say anything.
After taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth to say something, but I stopped him by putting a finger to my mouth as if to say "Shhhhh." I pulled my hand from behind my back and suddenly felt like I was having déjà vu. How often do I sneak into giant's rooms and drink potions? I thought and quickly shook it away with a light move of my head. He watched my every move as I put the potion to my lips and swallowed it in a few gulps. I pivoted on my foot, jumped to the bedside table, set the empty glass down and noticed a change in my height, but something was wrong. I then jumped to the wooden board and then to the floor. Then I realized what was wrong. I had forgotten my pin.
The change was much more uncomfortable this time. My clothes got tighter and tighter as I grew and grew. The jeans chafed my legs and the once smooth fabric now uncomfortably rubbed against my skin as it was forcibly stretched out. I was able to save the cute shoes, luckily as I had slipped them off when I realized what was happening. I was glad when I finally stopped growing, but soon lost the feeling as I realized I was sitting naked in Sherlock's room.
I quickly covered up by pulling my legs to my body and crossing my arms over my chest. I then saw Sherlock lean over and stare at me in surprise (actual emotion and everything). He wasn't being a creep and looking at my stuff if you get my vibe but was instead staring into my eyes. My face flushed a vibrant red and he realized what had happened. So much for the observant detective. He quickly squeezed his eyes shut and turned away. I felt the déjà vu once more.
Before I could say anything he said, "Um, do you want me to give you some of my clothes?
Although I Knew Sherlock couldn't see me, my face still turned a brighter red.
"Y-yes, please." I said. I watched him stand and walk to his dresser. He opened a few drawers and took out some sweatpants and a faded red t-shirt. With a hand over his eyes, he walked to me and stopped about a foot in front of my person. He knelt down and placed the clothes on the floor.
"I'm sorry I don't have any under clothes for you, but take your time," he said and then navigated himself to the door and shut it behind him. I jumped to the clothes and quickly slipped them on, glad to cover up. I stood and realized just how much bigger Sherlock's clothes were. The shirt was rather low and showed a lot of cleavage. I didn't have much in that area, but I still tugged on the back of the shirt to cover up. His pants were also large on me and I pulled the waist up and rolled up the bottoms. I remembered I had seen a full sized mirror on the back of his door and walked to it. I saw myself and almost laughed at my funny appearance. He will love me for me, not my appearance. It was strange to see myself so much bigger. The last time I had seen this mirror, I was my usual small self, running away from Sherlock. Good memories.
I reached for the door handle and when I opened it, I saw Sherlock leaning against the wall across the hall. His eyes quickly looked over to meet mine. I gazed into his dazzling green eyes and I felt a wave of happiness pass over me. I was so happy to see him when I wasn't small, when I felt so defenseless. It felt like I was evenly matched. Tears brimmed over my eyes and I ran to him. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest, letting the tears of joy flow out of my eyes. He was obviously surprised by my actions and didn't hug me back until a few seconds later. His face fell and I felt him resting his head on my hair. I pulled back and looked into his eyes. They looked at me in a way I had only seen once before, when he was in the bathroom with me. I stayed there for awhile, still looking up at him. (Again, I was human size now, but I was still rather short.)
After what was probably forever, he said, "Want some breakfast?" I almost laughed and said, "Okay." I turned to take a step away, but instead tripped over the long pants legs. Luckily, Sherlock caught me before I hit the floor.
"Wow, you're light even when you're bigger. Now I know I really should get some food in your belly." He pulled me up and playfully poked my stomach. I smiled and batted his hand away. He moved to the kitchen while I went to folding the waist of my pants. As soon as I finished and pulled the back of my shirt down again, I followed him to the kitchen. It was strange to see everything in a larger perspective and it was dizzying. I quickly sat down in a chair and watched Sherlock crack some eggs into a pan over the stove. The déjà vu hit me again. I shook it away once more.
    He quickly finished and brought over two plates with scrambled eggs and toast. He set one next to me along with a knife and a fork. I muttered a "thank you" before quickly digging in and finishing in almost five minutes. Sherlock had barley stared his and when I looked up from finishing, I realized he might have a million questions running through his head.
    "So, you just saw me grow from a 'tiny person' to a big person and you haven't asked me any questions."
    "I didn't really need to ask much. I figured your other tiny friend made that drink for you and it grew you to human proportions. I noticed she almost shot a huge ball of magic at me so I deduced she made it for you."
    I looked at him in surprise and said, "So, you aren't curious about magic being a real thing? You're just going to go with it?"
    "That's actually just it. I am a detective. I've seen cases that have been completely easy to solve, cases that were extremely well plot out, cases that suggested supernatural beings, and cases that have suggested something of magical properties. I may be a detective who is stereotyped to focus on what he can see as a fact, but I am well read and I have an open mind. Cases that I have believed to involve magic or supernatural beings, I tend to leave alone because I don't know much about that sort of thing and I feel like it isn't my place."
    I nodded at this, impressed. He hadn't mentioned anything about these types of cases in his book, probably having to do with him feeling like it isn't his place.
    "There are a few things I'm wondering," he said and I perked up, eager to answer any question, "Most intelligent creatures name themselves something. Does your 'tiny human' race have a name for themselves?"
    I was glad I was able to answer and said, "Yes. We call ourselves Borrowers. We borrow from beings, which is our name for humans, and take only what we need. For as long as I am concerned, we have lived with beings without their knowledge, hiding in the walls and under the floors, and, well, borrowing. My friend you saw, Krissy, she's a witch and she used a potion to shrink herself down so she could visit her cousin, who is a borrower."
    "Do you have any parents?" This question didn't really affect me as one might assume.
    "Well, yes, I have parents, I've just never known them. I was found just outside the hotel in an alley when I was just a child. I don't even remember."
    "I'm sorry."
    "There's nothing to be sorry about. I've never really cared. They didn't want me for their own reasons and I have to accept that. It hasn't ever bothered me. Maybe I'm just the outcome of a drunk night and that's okay. At least I'm alive. The people who raised me were good to me and I wouldn't have it any other way." This sentence most have touched him somehow because I saw a spark in his eye. I wasn't sure what it was, just for a second something changed, but it faded.
    I noticed he had finished his food and I said, "Sorry for babbling. Do you need help cleaning the plates?"
    "No, no, it's fine. You're my guest." He stood and took his and my silverware and plates to the sink.
    Just then, there was a knock at the door and someone said, "Landlord!"
Sherlock turned his head to the door and said, "Wait here, I'll only be a minute." I nodded and watched him walk to the door. What the hell is a landlord? I thought. I heard Sherlock open the door and heard another voice say, "Just here for a surprise check-up. We do these monthly to make sure you keep your apartment in order. It seems I've caught you in your pajamas though. Would you like me to come back in a bit and let you get some proper clothes on?"
    "Yes, please. I promise I will be in better shape when we meet again."
    "Alright then. I'll see you in thirty minutes." Sherlock shut the door and I heard him shuffle back to the kitchen. His face appeared and before I could ask what a landlord was Sherlock asked, "Do you have any clothes you can change into?" I thought about this for a moment and decided on a plan.
    "I might." He didn't question me and said, "Do you need help getting them?"
    "I should be fine."
    "Great. I'm going to go change in the bathroom. When I'm done you can change." He turned and walked to his room. I stood from the table and walked to the living room. It was strange to be able to walk so far so fast. When I got the the couch, I found the spot in the wall that would open to my room and lightly pushed it open. It slowly moved back and revealed my room. Again, it was strange to see it so small. I saw the pile of outfits Krissy had given to me and next to them all, I saw the blue pin. I was able to reach a finger into the room and pull out the pin. I quickly stuck it to the shirt I was wearing and they shrunk to properly fit my body. The pin grew to match my size as well. I then looked at all of the outfits laid out across the floor of my room. I saw a black shirt with designed trimmings on the top and bottom, some pale blue jeans, and white Converse. I picked those up, along with some underclothes, and brought them out of my room, and shut the door behind them. I removed the pin from my shirt and stuck it to the shirt, pants, and shoes.
    To my luck, they all grew to fit me. Sherlock walked in at that moment wearing some jeans and a white t-shirt. He saw the clothes lying on the couch and saw the clothes he had given me were now perfectly fit to my small frame.
    "Let me guess. Krissy taught you that trick." I nodded and walked to him. I picked up my clothes and said, "I'll only be a minute," then left for the bathroom.
    After I had finished changing, I walked out with his smaller clothes on my arm. I found him waiting for me on the couch. He watched me walk in and seemed to be stunned by my appearance. I sat down on the couch next to him and said, "I'm going to resize your clothes. Let me stick this in in your shirt." He moved his arm so I could stick the pin through the fabric of his sleeve. I did so and then stuck the pin into his clothes he had lent to me. They instantly resized to their original size and I handed them over to him. He looked at them and nodded.
I leaned against the opposite arm of the couch and pulled my legs to my chest and asked, "So, what's a landlord?" He threw his head back in laughter. I looked at him with a confused look on my face and said, "What?"
"Nothing. I just forgot that you probably wouldn't know much about a human's life." he said. He took a moment to explain what it was and I nodded. We didn't have anything like that as far as I knew. "Now, tell me this. Do you know any other borrowers?" I thought for a moment. Was it safe to tell him that there was a whole clan of borrowers living here? I was sure I could trust him, so I told him.
"This building is somewhat of a borrower apartment as well. There's quite a few of us and we all help each other get by. We don't have landlords, but we've never really had a need for them I guess."
"Interesting." We stayed quiet for a bit before Sherlock said, "I know this is random, but do you really like me? I mean-- we had that one time after the bar, but was that just drunk love?" I looked Sherlock dead in the eye. I thought he was joking for a moment, but I realized he was asking me a sincere question.
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, the time I saw you before I accidentally knocked down your door, you said you were afraid of me. I was having trouble understanding this. How are you scared of me if you really love me?" It was a tense moment and I was having trouble putting my mixed and confusing feelings into words.
"To be honest, I'm not to sure about this either. I really do--," There was a knock at the door and a, "Landlord!" Sherlock stood and went to the door. This time, I stood and walked with him. He answered the door and there was a man wearing jeans and a dark t-shirt with some sort of design all over it. He looked at me in surprise.
"Hello, Mr. Holmes. Who might this be?"
Sherlock turned to me and said, "This is my-- girlfriend, Carrie. Carrie, this is the landlord, Mr. Roche."
I smiled and said, "Hi, pleasure to meet you, Mr. Roche." I stuck out my hand and he grabbed it to shake it.
He smiled in response and said, "Nice to meet you, too." He stepped into the apartment and begun to walk around it and inspect it. When he was out of listening distance, Sherlock turned to me and whispered, "You have some good manners for being all cooped up in a wall for so long."
I playfully glared at him and said, "Just because I don't get out a lot, doesn't mean I don't know proper manners." He chuckled and said, "Can you meet me in the alleyway to the right and around the corner of the front doors? I have a plan." I looked at him with confusion played across my face.
"Why?"
"Don't worry, it's not a bad plan. Just meet me there in awhile, okay?"
I nodded and said, "Fine."
*** (#timetravelisforcoolauthors)
Later, I had found my way down the steps, through the front lobby, and to the alleyway. It hadn't taken me too long and I figured Sherlock would still be awhile. I arrived in the alley and marveled at how strange it looked being so big. I walked over to the now tiny bars where I had met Krissy. I keeled down and peeked inside. I was surprised to see Krissy herself standing there and staring back through the metal vent.
"Hey there, sweetie," she said.
"Krissy? Why are you here?"
Before she answered, she hopped out of the drain and grew to her full size. I was now looking slightly up at her as I usually did.
"I went to your place to make sure you actually did 'the thing' and when I got there I heard what Sherlock said to you and decided to meet you before you left and ask you: how's it going?"
I gave her a bright smile and said, "Good! Except for one little thing..." I explained to her the tragic events of my clothes ripping and me sitting nude in Sherlock's room. I didn't know how I expected her to react, but I never could've guessed that she would do what she did: burst into laughter. And it wasn't just a few girly giggles, she was snorting and everything.
"What?" I asked. She continued to laugh and I started giggling as well. Before, I knew it we were both lying on the dirty concrete laughing. We eventually got ourselves under control and Krissy explained.
"Sorry, I was laughing. It's just, the pin," she allowed herself a tiny giggle, "I can't believe you forgot it!" I looked at her and responded, "It was pretty stupid, wasn't it?" We giggled a little more before Sherlock came around the corner of the alley. Krissy and I stood up and Sherlock walked toward Krissy. He stuck out his hand and non-chalantly said, "Nice to formally meet you, Krissy. I assume you know that I'm Sherlock."
Without even glancing back at me, Krissy took his hand and shook it with a, "Hi." I had no idea how they could just ignore what had happened earlier, but I just didn't mention it.
"So what's your plan?" I addressed Sherlock. He walked to me and said, "Surprise." I nodded and behind Sherlock, Krissy said, "Well, then. I'll be on my way. Bye," and with that, she hopped down the drain, shrinking midair. Sherlock looked back to me and smiled. I looked back at him and he moved closer and grabbed my hand. I tilted my head to see his face and he said, "Let's go on an adventure."

A/N
I don't normally do this but, why not? Sorry for not updating, I should be punished and I also wanted to say that this chapter is 3,600 words even! Isn't that weird? Idk I'm probably just weird. Pray that I remember to update.