Chapter One: The Fool
The facts were these: Sherlock Holmes was thirty-five years, two months, nineteen days, eight hours, and twelve minutes old when he fell to his death from the top of St. Bart's Hospital in London, England. Overseas in a city in The United States, Emerson Cod was having a pleasant afternoon knitting a new winter hat for himself when he received a peculiar phone call. On the other end of the phone line, miles away, was a Mr. Mycroft Holmes inquiring about Emerson Cod's detective business. A large sum of money was promised if the Detective and the Pie-maker could solve the complex puzzle that was Sherlock Holmes' death. Right away Mr. Cod accepted the offer and after saying a polite "Goodbye" he hung up the phone and made his way down to the Pie Hole to tell Ned the news.
"You did what!" A very frustrated pie maker yelled as loud as quiet pie makers can yell.
"Yeah I got us a job in England! Can you believe it? And it pays very nicely." Emerson said with a hearty chuckle.
"No I cannot believe it. We don't have the money to fly over there, and how did they even find out about us! We're supposed to keep a low profile." Ned exclaimed running an agitated hand through his hair with a sigh.
"We don't have the money, but the guy hiring us does. And besides does a low profile pay the bills?" Emerson asked cocking an eyebrow at Ned. He was about to answer back when Emerson cut him off. "That was a rhetorical question." The two men looked up when they heard the kitchen doors swing open and out came a short brunette girl.
"What's new cockatoos?" Chuck asked with a cheery smile.
And at that very moment when the formerly late Charlotte Charles walked in a devious idea popped into Ned's noggin and a grin graced his lips.
"Well we were just talking about a job we got in England." Ned told her despite all of Emerson's 'I-swear-if-you-tell-her-I'll-kill-you' looks.
"That sounds so great I hope you two will have a great time, I've always wanted to visit places outside of Coeur de' Coeurs. " She said excitedly as she brushed some flour off of her dress.
"Funny you should say that," Ned began "because I'll only go if you go with us." If looks could kill the pie maker would've been dead on the spot. Emerson Cod was not pleased and his day had gone from fine and dandy to sour and bitter.
"Are you sure it's alright?" Chuck asked trying to hide her enthusiasm. Ned gave a small nod of approval and they both looked at Emerson. Mr. Cod saw that there was no way he'd get his way. A few days later everyone was packed and ready to go and they were all about to file into the car before saying goodbye to a very unhappy Olive Snook, who was to attend to the shop while they were gone. They soon departed no knowing what awaited them on 221B Baker street.
A/N: A really short first chapter but it's basically the intro. I hope it's alright reviews would be great even though there's not much to review. Oh and every chapter will be named after a tarot card. Stay tuned!
