A/N: This is my first fanfic EVER! I think a few things with beginnings similar to this have been written, but I'm taking it in an entirely different direction. Just the prologue, the next chapter will be much longer. Feel free to rate, review, criticize, or (if you must) flame.

Convicted: Prologue

I returned home from my holiday refreshed and rejuvenated. And for once I was positive that I was prepared for any trouble Holmes could have caused while I was gone. With his habit of indulging in that horrid cocaine, his lack of sleep, and refusal to eat, I soon realized that without Mrs. Hudson I would never be able to leave a day, let alone a month.

Speaking of my trip, I had gone to visit my cousin Genevieve in the country. She was close friends with Mr. and Mrs. Harvey, who lived close by. The couple came over to her house so often, they practically lived there. It had been a rather peculiar month I had spent there, and I desperately wanted to speak to Holmes on the matter. It would be a long time before I would ever be able to do so.

Hastily paying the cabbie, and lugging my suitcase along, I entered. The only thing to greet me was silence however.

"Mrs. Hudson! Holmes!" I called hopefully.

I was slightly worried. I could understand Holmes not welcoming me home, but for Mrs. Hudson this was completely out of character. I hiked up the seventeen steps with an increasing pace.

When I entered our sitting room, I was rather surprised at what I found. It appeared that half of the Scotland Yard was there, with a distraught Mrs. Hudson hopping around in the background. Inspector Lestrade stood with a smirk on his face, while the rest of the small crowd sported various expressions: confusion, anger, sympathy.

"What is this?" I asked, some asperity in my voice.

Mrs. Hudson tottered up to me, breathing quickly. "Sir, these men-"

"Are here to have you arrested," finished Lestrade. "We have proof that you murdered Mr. Andrew Harvey."

"What? This is atrocious, I just met the man a…" My voice trailed off as I realized my mistake.

"Uh huh. I thought so." Said Lestrade, sneering.

"Where is Holmes? I'm sure that he can clear up this mess."

"Oh, I did forget to tell you? You see doctor, Holmes was the one who had you convicted."

A/N: For the first chapter, I'm thinking about a huge flashback showing Watson's trip to his cousin's country home. I don't want to bring Holmes in until chapter 2.