AN: My friend and I are big fans of Doctor Who, and wanted to collab on a fanfiction together. Her account is Queen Pickle the Third. We decided to combine it with Sherlock as well. We hope you enjoy this cute little muster (what is a muster? I must have been tired. I think I mean story.) we've put together! (I'll be writing all odd numbered chapters, and she'll be writing all of the even numbered ones.)
Sherlock Holmes was bored. B-o-r-e-d. Bored. It had been three days since his last case, and he was starting to go crazy, to the annoyance of his friend, John Watson. John had tried to find poor Sherlock a case, but nothing seemed to be happening in London. No murders, no missing people, no strange psychopaths trying to bomb buildings, nothing. Bright, sunny days were in the forecast for London, which meant dark days for Sherlock. He had spent the last few days playing the violin violently, reading murder mystery books, (solving them just two chapters in,) and making chemicals go, 'boom' in his kitchen; during this time, he spoke to no one.
Both John and Mrs. Hudson were very put out by his behavior. "The poor boy needs a case!" said Mrs. Hudson to John, over tea in her kitchen. "I can't stand seeing him this bored."
"I'm not sure I will survive it much longer either." said John solemnly. Poor John had to live through all of the off-key violin, and 'boom' in the kitchen. He was not enjoying it one bit. All of the sudden there was a knock on the apartment door.
"It's me. I've got a case." said Detective Greg Lestrade.
"Thank goodness!" shouted John. He left Mrs. Hudson with her (bland) tea and opened the door for Lestrade. They walked up the stairs to Sherlock and John's apartment and found Sherlock sitting in his chair. He apparently knew they were coming, which didn't surprise them.
"Ah, George."
"Greg."
"Eh. So, you have a case?"
"Erm, yes."
"Good."
Lestrade handed Sherlock a file. It was full of missing person cases. Sherlock estimated that there were about thirty of them in total. The top one read,
Alex Hampshire: Missing
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Features: Thin face, about 5'10", neat brown hair, brown eyes.
Last seen: Angels Rest Graveyard.
Evidence: None
There was a picture attached to the case of the poor man. The next cases were all similar in facts, good info on the missing person, but hardly any evidence to the case whatsoever. These were the types of cases Sherlock liked. It made solving them all the more spectacular.
"But why are you coming to him?" Asked John, "Why can't the police handle these cases? What's so special about them?"
"What's weird about these cases," said Lestrade slowly, "is that all of these people went missing in the last three days, and they were all last seen in the same graveyard."
"Interesting..." murmured Sherlock, passing the file to John, "I'll take it. Let's go take a look at that graveyard, shall we?" Sherlock stood up promptly and put on his signature, long, swooshy coat, and purple scarf. He ran out the door to his apartment and hailed a cab. John and Lestrade followed close behind, but had to take another car. Sherlock preferred to ride alone.
Sherlock, John, and Lestrade arrived at the graveyard minutes later. Sherlock immediately started to study the graves, in an effort to find any evidence police have missed.
John noticed the statues. They were all of angels, weeping into their hands. "A weeping angel statue." he said, sounding a bit bored. "That's nice." He turned around to see if Sherlock had found anything. Nothing. He looked at Lestrade, who was watching Sherlock jump over headstones and flower pots to try to examine them. Lestrade looked just as bored as John. John turned back to face the statue, and it was now looking at him, with its hands below its face. John was starting to become a little nervous.
"Sh-sh-Sherlock. That statue just moved." John pointed at the statue. Then turned back to Sherlock.
"Nonsense John," said Sherlock, kneeling over a pile of dirt, "statues can't-" Sherlock stopped. He used a more serious tone. "John, don't be frightened, but..."
John spun around to face the statue; it was now reaching out to touch him.
"Gah!" screamed John.
"Sherlock are you done yet? I think we should get out of here!" yelled Lestrade.
"I'm in agreement!" shouted John, "I'm not taking my eyes off this thing." John kept his eyes on the Angel as he walked backwards slowly.
Sherlock stood up from his dirt pile. "I've finished. Let's go. Come on John." he tapped John on the shoulder as he walked past to exit the graveyard.
"O-okay." John stuttered. He walked away from the statue slowly, never taking his eyes off it until they got to the cab. This time Sherlock, Lestrade, and John all had to ride together. It was an uncomfortable situation, but no one really cared. They were too busy thinking about the statues.
"Sherlock, what just happened back there? I was almost murdered by a statue." asked John anxiously.
"Not murdered," murmured Sherlock, "We don't know what it would have done to you, therefore I advise that that graveyard be closed off until further examination can be done. We also..." he paused for dramatic effect, "need to catch ourselves an angel. Let's see what they want."
"I can close the graveyard for you, " said Lestrade sternly, "but I'm not catching a stupid statue!"
"I didn't mean you!" snapped Sherlock, "I'm going to call in a specialist."
Thanks for reading! The next chapters will be posted soon. Please review!
-Bunny