AN: This is a little pastiche I am writing in honor of my Sherlock Holmes Course for University. It is my first story ever, so please all feedback is welcome whether is is good or bad. This has been co-written with drevil1149, thanks for all your help.
Chapter 1
It was just another typical day in London. A downpour of chilling rain water was everywhere you walked. A tall very indistinct man with a normal briefcase was walking down the street to the only place he could think of that would help him with a certain problem. He would have taken a taxi, but he was paranoid and believed that the driver would surely remember him and where he was going. The man couldn't trust anyone, with the kidnappings and murders going on he knew of only two men he could absolutely trust.
Meanwhile, in a small flat on Baker Street two men were just having a riveting conversation about a man's untimely death on the internet. One man was sitting on a arm chair next to the lit fireplace while sipping a cup of tea as he watched his friend pace around the room in one of his frantic mind games trying to decipher the murder.
"That's it! I've got it Watson, I've figured it out." the man exclaimed proudly. He was just about to explain his discovery when there was a hard knock on the door. Watson, so enveloped in Sherlock's pacing, didn't register the knock on the door until it sounded for a second time. By then Sherlock was already at the door with the intention of sending the person away so he could get back to explaining the murder. But by the first look at him, Sherlock knew this was going to be a very interesting case. He may have the look of a plain man on the outside, but he had a look of mystery and secrets in his eyes.
"Is this the residence of a Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson?" said the mysterious man at the door. By his appearance, Watson would have guessed that he was a businessman; with his black slacks, white button up shirt and large tan overcoat. To the normal eye, like Watson, he seemed a little ruffled and unsure if he should be there. He was of an average build about 180cm, black short hair with a bald spot in the middle, and he has a light skin tone.
"Can we help you sir?" Watson asked as he got up and walked to the door.
"W-w-well yes" the man stuttered back to Watson. "I received a letter stating that I should go to 221B Baker Street to meet a Mr. Holmes and a Dr. Watson, someone has taken my wife and I can only get her back with your help."
"What I do not understand is why it had to happen to me, I have never heard of you until I received this letter." said the mystery man. Watson, listening the whole time, kept wondering just who is this man in their sitting room.
"If you don't mind, who are you?" Watson inquired, even though he knew Sherlock would have a guess as to who he was.
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"That's the thing, I am nobody of any real importance." "I am just a manager at the HSBC bank in London by the Royal Opera House. "I don't really do much, but my wife, she stays home most days painting and sculpting. She is a very talented artist." said the bank manager.
"You have told us all this information, but what is your name?" Sherlock asked, putting himself into the conversation once again." "Oh yes! So sorry about that, I was so busy worrying for my wife, my name is Mr. Blackwell.
"May I have the note Mr. Blackwell?" asked Sherlock holding out his hand for the letter. "Yes you may, but how did you know I had it with me? How did you know I didn't leave it at home?" Mr. Williams pondered the look of satisfaction upon Mr. Holmes' face.
As an after comment, Watson says, "It's a secret I still don't know the the answer to."
Meanwhile the note read…
Dear Mr. Blackwell,
I have something very dear to you, does the name Jocelyn mean anything to you? It must mean something because she is your wife. You are not the first nor will you be the last to lose something, I have done it many times before, but I will let your wife go if you help me get Mr. Sherlock Holmes. He and that Dr. Watson are the only ones who will be able to help you now.
Good luck,
C-Ment
"Well, I will say this is most interesting! Will you help this 'C-Ment' person, Mr. Blackwell?" Sherlock says turning towards Mr. Blackwell.
"Well of course not, I do not want any unnecessary blood on my hands, I would like to hire you to solve my wife's kidnapping." "Please Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson, please help" he says as he turns to each pleading with his eyes. "I suppose, taking up your case would be worth it, considering it involves me, very well I will solve your wife's kidnapping."
"Watson, to the Internet!" as he let Mr. Blackwell out the door. "What for?" asked Watson in return, heading to the computer on the small table by the fireplace.
"To see the other kidnappings turned murder of course." was Sherlock's quick reply.