A/N: MY FIRST CASE!LOCK, :D

OK, so my cousin and I have been talking and she had literally ALL THE IDEAS in this story. I'm just writing it.

DISCLAIMER: Annabelle is the only thing I own. I own nothing else. Don't sue me.

I got the call yesterday.

"Hello, is this Annabelle Green?" The voice on the other end of the phone was distinctly not American, but not exactly the British accent I expected. "Yes," I replied, getting up from the end of my bed.

"Congratulations, you've been accepted as an intern for Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade!" I couldn't stop myself from breaking into a wide grin. "Really?" I asked excitedly. "Really," said the woman on the phone. "You'll need to be packed and ready by this time tomorrow; your plane leaves at 4:00 PM." Immediately I threw open my closet and started rummaging until I found my suitcases. I thanked the woman and hung up the phone.

When my mother got home later that night I was almost done packing. "Where're you running off to?" She teased while she stood in my doorway as I threw clothes into my bags. "I got the internship," I answered nonchalantly. Her face froze, then she started laughing. "Oh my God, really?" I nodded. "Annabelle, that's wonderful!" She darted inside and gave me a quick squeeze. "I leave tomorrow afternoon," I told her, continuing to pack. "Well," she said, wiping her eyes. "I'll let you finish packing then." I smiled at her as she closed the door.

Waking up the next morning, it took me a minute to remember what had happened yesterday. I thought I'd dreamt it, but when I got out of bed and saw my suitcases neatly lined up against my door frame, I realized that it was true

I was going to London tonight.

I would be interning for New Scotland Yard.

After I got dressed and had breakfast, I went back into my room and pulled out the picture I kept of my father underneath my pillow.

I ran my fingertips over it gently. "I'll make you proud," I promised it in a whisper.

I called a cab to take me to the airport. After I made it onto the plane (which took way longer than it should've; I mean, didn't anyone tell the airport I was coming?), I settled into my seat. The flight attendant told us to buckle up, and then we were airborne.

As soon as I could, I reclined my seat and closed my eyes. But I wasn't sleeping. I wouldn't let myself sleep until we'd landed.

I cursed my inability to use my phone, but it wasn't like they didn't already know. I had texted them right before getting on the plane.

Will be in London by tonight. Plan to be executed starting tomorrow. -AM

I pulled out a manilla folder. Inside were pictures; pictures of the world's only consulting detective and his blogger.

Sherlock Holmes was going to pay dearly for what he'd done.

He killed my father.

A/N: Short prologue is short. I'm sorry. Please let me know what you think and any theories you might have about where this is leading...

DFTBA, darlings, :)