CHAPTER 1

Ally Jackson rolled her eyes at her cousin's hair-brained idea. "Martha, you can't just go looking for a murderer. Do you WANT to get killed?" She asked. "No," Martha replied, "I want to catch a murderer!" Ally sighed. Martha had always been the daring one. She, on the other hand, was always the poor or fat one. Ally suddenly heard a noise in the background. "Martha, what was that?" She asked her cousin.
"Ooh... Maybe it's the MURDERER!" Martha teased, secretly nervous, but not wanting Ally to know.
"Marty, stop. What if it actually is?" Martha let out a breathy laugh. Ally could tell Martha was scared. There was another noise. "Wait, Ally, I just saw something move." Martha said. "Martha, if you're trying to scare me, it's not funny!" Ally snapped at her cousin.
"Ally..." Martha breathed, watching the two shadowy figures move in the old building she was in, "I'm not joking." Ally could hear the seriousness in her cousin's tone. Martha broke into a run for the door. The shadowy figures, however, were running in Martha's direction, causing for a painful collision. Ally heard a loud THUD on Martha's end of the phone.
"Martha! Are you ok?" She asked her cousin.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Martha replied, "just a little- oh my god."
"What?" Ally asked frantically, "what's wrong?"
"Alls, I'm gonna have to call you back..." Martha replied, promptly hanging up the phone. She looked at the man she was laying on top of. He looked back at her with wide, blue eyes. "Um, hey." Martha said.
"Please get off of me," the man replied, "you're crushing me." Martha quickly got off of the man.
"Sorry about that." She said, holding out a hand to him, "I'm Martha Todd. Who are you?"
"John," the man replied, "John Watson. And this is my flatmate, Sherlock Holmes." Martha gasped. "There is no way Ally is gonna believe this." She muttered.