It's the Truth, I Swear!
by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
Okay, "Baby Blues" is being put on hold until I can find
the notes I wrote up on it a month ago...It's kinda like a serial,
really, and it's going to have mini-mysteries...sorta like eps, I
guess. Anyway.....the plot bunnies visited me a couple of days ago
with this little number, and since we do need more Watson stories...
well, here you go. *grins* It's a crossover...but you'll have to
read to find out which....
Sherlock Holmes stepped into his rooms at Baker Street with a
satisfied smile on his face. The next time perhaps the authorities
would listen better to an "amateur PI who doesn't have enough sense
to get out of the rain." The smile soon faded however as he noted a
bruised and battered -- not to mention fuming -- Lestrade, as well
as an equally battered Watson. His mind quickly tried to assimilate
this scene and to come up with a reasonable explanation.
From the burnmarks on all their clothing, and the way they
were positioned they must have been involved in a crash. This
certainly went along well with the bruises -- and the fuming. His
smile returned -- even more of a smirk than before. "I see Lestrade's
driving has not improved in my absence," he quipped.
This only elicited a short growl from Lestrade -- which
sounded remarkably like a cornered wild animal -- and a heavy sigh
from the compudroid.
"You could say that, Holmes...though that's hardly the only
reason for our appearance," Watson said in a weary-sounding voice.
Holmes' left eyebrow went up. "Oh? And what, pray tell,
"It's a long story, Holmes," Lestrade growled, "And you
probably won't believe us."
"I am in need of a story," he said, his smirk growing.
"Besides, is it not up to me what I will or will not believe? Hmm?"
"He is right, Lestrade," Watson pacified, sensing a battle as
Lestrade stiffened on the sofa beside him, "Very Holmes, here is what
Ignoring the intermittent interruptions by the annoying News
On Demand weather reports of "more snow expected, bundle up out
there -- it's going to get chilly", the level seven law enforcement
compudroid continued his rapid typing. Several new adventures (Holmes
would have shuddered to hear them spoken of as such) needed to be
uploaded into the database and corrected.
"As if it isn't already 'chilly'," he murmured cheerfully.
Generally an easy-going sort of person, he didn't let much affect
him, and continued his work. It was a bit odd without Holmes around --
not to mention silent, though that last would change once the Irregulars
dropped by for their regular afternoon tea.
However, it changed much sooner than that, as Lestrade burst
through the door, her breathing heavy and her eyes flashing with
excitement. Watson looked over at her in surprise, wondering what on
earth she could be doing there. "Holmes is not here," he said, stating
the obvious, "I had thought you already knew that, Inspector."
Lestrade shook her head. "I need someone as a witness -- just
in case this character I'm after gets her family involved. Lousy
politicians. They think money and connections fix everything," she
huffed. "And you know what's funny? It does." She abruptly changed
the subject. "Anyway, do you mind? Someone other than a Yardie would
be more believable."
Watson didn't need convincing. He missed Holmes' presence more
than he'd realized -- or perhaps it was just human companionship. In
any case, it would be just like old times -- he and the inspector
paired up to stop some crime. Though this time he wouldn't be reporting
every action and word back to the Yard. An uncontrollable blush rose
in his cheeks, making Lestrade give him an odd look. Quickly telling
her that it was nothing, he walked towards the door, not waiting for
her to follow.
A short time later, they were speeding along at a neck-breaking
pace through the hazardous skies of New London, chasing after the
culprit who had panicked at the simple sight of the Yard Cruiser.
Watson, used to the Inspector's driving by now, focused on
keeping the hovercraft in sight. However, his vigilance wasn't quite
enough, as the vehicle swerved to the right just as Lestrade was
going to the left. In an attempt to correct her mistake and follow,
she turned abruptly.
That was when Watson's sensors went offline.
Okay, you'll find out about the x-over in the next
chappie...if you want to, that is....
On to Part 2!
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