I don't own SH22 but I wish I did

First fanfic. please review. NO Flames!!!

Any suggestions on were to go with this story would be great

Curious Clocks

Sherlock sat in his favorite armchair as played moonlight sonata on his violin/piano.

With Watson at the Yard for repairs his flat was very quiet. "It really has been quiet as of late since Lestrade and I caught Moriarty last month." He thought to himself as he set his instrument on the end table next to him. Steepling his fingers as he leaned back in his chair to think back to that day last month in the alley behind Big Ben.

"Stop Moriarty you are under arrest!" shouted Lestrade as she ran down the alley Ionizer in hand Holmes following close behind as they caught up with there foe he suddenly whirled around with a strange looking weapon in his hand. When he tried to fire it at Holmes and Lestrade, Holmes quickly brought his cane down on Moriarty's arm as Lestrade shot Moriarty with her Ionizer. After Watson came with Lestrade's hover car and Moriarty was taken to the yard to be locked away in jail.

Holmes had gone home and much to his dismay he hadn't gotten a case yet. Even Lestrade had nothing really to do at the yard. (Which didn't improve her mood any.) Lately She had been taking out her frustrations out more and more at the gym. As of the Irregulars well Deidre was away on vacation to the U.S.A. with her mother. Tennyson was at the New London University teaching his class on breaking codes. After he cracked the code of the dancing men and Lestrade mentioned it to a friend at the University Tennyson now taught there three times a week. Wiggins was working at a grocery store as a cashier to earn money for collage.

Suddenly a sharp knock on his door startled him out of his thoughts. As he went to the door to see who it was he heard the door to the street being slammed shut. Curious now he opened his door and much to his surprise there wasn't anyone there. As he started to close the door he noticed a package from the post office just out side his door hidden the shadows. Curious he took the package back to his armchair and began to open it. Once he got all of the tape off of it he found a beautiful old mantle clock "it looks like it might have been made in the 18th century! "He said as he looked at the very intricate hand carving on the clock.

He started to look for a note or a return address and he found was his name and address on the box written in block letters and a note that said Time Is Running out For You Holmes! Calmly returning the clock to the box he walked over to his vid-phone to dial Lestrade at the yard.

Oh no a cliffhanger ha ha ha.

More to come.

Don't you hate it when you get boxes in the mail and there is so much tape on it that it takes forever to get into?