Hi, sorry I haven't really been writing much lately, my nan's dying of cancer and I don't think I'll be continuing on fanfic much longer.
Anyway, here's a taste of the next story I was going to release.
Enjoy.
For the seventeenth time that morning I slammed my newspaper shut, sighing loudly.
Holmes was carving a tune out of his violin with the help of his horsehair bow.
I sighed again, waiting for a reaction, when there was none I drummed my fingers on the desk I was sat at, gritting my teeth, no reaction, I sighed again. Waited. Screech screech screech.
I banged my fist on the desk, turning to face him with the exclamation, "Homes!"
He paused, "Yes?" He raised an eyebrow quizzically.
"Must you make such a God-awful racket?" I demanded irritably.
"Ah." He set his guitar down and was moving to go toward his chair when a breathless Inspector Lestrade burst into our sitting room, "Holmes!" I should have asked him if he had heard it too if he hadn't looked so serious.
He started to walk towards us, swayed and fell; luckily our couch was conveniently placed in order to catch him.
He lay there gasping, an asphyxiated look etched into his features.
I fell to my knees beside his, trying to help him but he waved me away, still wheezing, his eyes never leaving Holmes'.
"Chased…" he managed before collapsing into a fit of empty breaths, like a fish out of water.
Before we could move to help two men in dark clothing darted into our room.
"There 'e is." The larger man, with a sash round his neck, pointed Lestrade out to his companion.
The smaller, rat-faced man hurtled over the sofa, making me shout, "We's you now we 'as." He grabbed Lestrade's collar, pulling him from the sofa as if he were no more than a rag doll, I heard the painful bang of Lestrade's body hitting the floor, and what little air was left in his lungs exited them at some speed.
Lestrade made a sound somewhere between a whimper and a sob as he was dragged by the collar across the room, he did not attempt to stand or struggle, he was too weak.
Rat-face threw him at the feet of sash-neck, a pleased smile oozing it's way over his features as Lestrade lay sprawled at the other man's feet.
Sash-neck, still holding him by the collar, raised Lestrade to a kneeling position then put a hand on either side of his face and bent over him so that their faces were inches apart, "'ello Guv'nor, seems you an' me's got ourselves a score to be settlin'" He smiled with black teeth into the Inspector's wide, fearful eyes then, before we could begin to react, dragged him from the room, rat-face was quick on his tail, slamming the door shut so as to lock us in.
Before I had even crossed the room I heard the Inspector's body being kicked down the stairs and the door slamming as he left our house.
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