In the Name of Love
"I don't know, Lestrade!" Holmes got up from the ground
after inspecting the jewelry store for any clues. "You were right,
Lestrade. There is no clue at all. This case is insoluble!"
Lestrade gasped at her partner. "But... But... There must be
something!! Tell me how fast he was walking. How tall is he? At least
tell me what time he was here!" As much as she loved being right about
there being no clue, she hated to hear Holmes say that. She had
expected him to come here, find at least five clues that she had over
looked, give her a lecture on 'eyes and brains', and walk swiftly away
to track down the criminal. But instead, he had declared her right and
the case unsolvable. For some reason, this hurt Lestrade, though she
had no idea why. "C'mon, Holmes! Give me the time, at least!!"
Holmes shook his head. He would love to tell her that the criminal was
here at 2:21 am, has messy blond hair, blue eyes, is six feet tall
exactly, and is standing in front of her now, but Moriarty was
watching his every move. Holmes took a deep breath and sighed. "There
are no clues, Lestrade! There is absolutely nothing to go on! We are
dealing with a master criminal here. Even better than Moriarty!"
(Holmes couldn't resist adding that even at Moriarty's own trade, he
was the better man.) "What do you want me to do?"
"But, Holmes! There are always clues! You said so yourself. There must
be something! You can't give up!!"
Holmes sighed again. "What am I supposed to do, Lestrade? There isn't
anything! I was wrong, there aren't always clues." Holmes turned
around and started walking down the street, leaving Lestrade standing
there, dumbfounded. He grit his teeth. Holmes had left some deliberate
clues at the crime scene for Lestrade, but she over looked them, and
if were to point them out, Moriarty would be on him in a second. Or
rather, on Lestrade in a second. He grit his teeth even harder at his
Holmes entered his flat and slammed the door in frustration. Watson
immediately was asking what was wrong, but Holmes couldn't answer
truthfully. He knew he was bugged, and his every movement was being
monitered by Moriarty, but he couldn't crush the tiny camera out of
fear for Lestrade's life. He had a meeting with Moriarty tonight,
perhaps something will come up that Holmes could take advantage of and
get out of this mess. Then again, he might be forced to a life of
crime and slavery for the rest of his life. Holmes' sighed once again.
Only time could tell.
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