In the Name of Love
Lestrade examined the 'Bits and Parts' hardware store for any
type of clues. Apparently, her criminal hadn't been as careful last
night as he had been before. There were footprints in the sand, and he
actually left a DNA trace. "Got ya!" Lestrade grinned as she headed
towards the yard with her DNA sample. All she had to do was find out
who this DNA belonged to, and she would have her criminal.
Lestrade walked into the Yard with her head held high. She was going
to crack a case that even the world's greatest detective declared
impossible. She put the DNA sample into the scanner and waited for the
analysis. Holmes' picture appeared on the computer screen, along with
his recently transmitted file.
Lestrade gasped. "Holmes?! It was Holmes' DNA?! But... but that can't
be!!" She quickly examined the footprint. "It's the same size as
Holmes' feet...." Lestrade gulped. She quickly got rid of the DNA
sample and went back to the hardware store to erase any other traces
of evidence leading to Holmes. No, he just couldn't be the criminal.
His whole two lives were dedicated to fighting crime!
Lestrade flew to Holmes' flat, quite faster than she was supposed to.
She walked up to the front door, not noticing the stained blood there
from Holmes' arm. Not even bothering to knock, Lestrade forced Holmes'
front door open and slammed it shut again once inside. Watson looked
up from studying a cook book. "Why, Lestrade! What brings you here?"
"Where is Holmes?!" Lestrade demanded, her first time yelling at poor
"Why, he's still in his room. Hasn't even come out for breakfast. He's
still in recovery from last night."
"What happened last night?" Lestrade's hope grew. If Holmes was with
Watson all night lastnight, then he couldn't have been the robber of
the hard ware store.
"I have no idea. Holmes left here late without an explanation at all.
Then he came back hours later with a bloody arm and a depressed air
about him. He wouldn't tell me anything of what occured. You know how
secretive he is."
Lestrade sighed and her hopes dropped to an even lower level than she
started with. All was black against Holmes, and yet it didn't seem
possible that he was the guilty party.
Lestrade pushed past Watson, and burst the door open with a sudden
surge of energy. Holmes was lying in his bed, still dressed in
yesterday's clothes, and was thinking deeply about something. His arm
was wrapped in layers upon layers of bandages, making it very hard for
him to move it. "Holmes!!! What is going on here??!!" Lestrade
screamed at him. She shut the door behind her as she advanced into his
room, leaving poor Watson out of the conversation.
I'll leave off here and write the rest later. Hope you like it! I
might actually finish this fic!
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