Houdini & Doyle Awakened Chapter 1

Hey guys! I thought I would continue where Season 1 left off! I fell in love with this show and want it to get a Season 2 so bad. I have heard FOX hasn't renewed it which sucks which is why I started this fanfic! Enjoy!

Dr. Doyle slowly ran a comb through his hair. He was preparing for a meeting with his publisher to discuss The Baskerville Hound. At least, that was the working title. London was buzzing with news of a brand new Sherlock Holmes adventure. Doyle, however, was anything but joyous. The lingering illness of his wife did little to settle his mind. Sure, he was glad that he finally had a new book. But he felt as though Holmes distracted him from more serious works of literature. After all, The Boer War was an exceptional piece of writing in his mind. Though, the people of London didn't think so.

Doyle tied his cravat around his neck, and put on his long coat. He kissed the foreheads of his children, and with that he left his home, and began walking the streets of London.

Adelaide Stratton. Her eyes glanced over her name on the witness report that had haunted her since that day. She had to explain to the authorities why she shot her husband that night. Her entire life seem to have been devoted to hunt down the people who were responsible for her husband's death. It was why she joined the Yard. And being a woman worker wasn't easy. She felt as though her whole reason for living was to chase a specter. No one was after her husband. He went into hiding. He is…was…a criminal. After taking a week leave of absence from the Yard, she was finally willing to go back to work.

"Stratton," one of the inspectors called out to her.

"Yes," she replied.

"I think you need to look at this case."

Harry ran his fingers over the texture of the book. After all, this would be his only break before the show began. His eyes carefully studied each set of sentences. After seeing his mother's appearance that night on the ship, he think of little else to ease his mind. While reading, he could still see out of the corner of his eye, people backstage moving around. However, it was as if everything around him was moving in slow motion. Everything had felt that way since he held his mother's cold lifeless hand that night. Desperately he tried to erase the memory from his mind, but it would always be there.

"Harry. It's time," the stagehand said.

Harry nodded and laid the book down in his chair. It was The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

"What is this new idea of yours called again?" The publisher asked Doyle.

"The Baskerville Hound," Doyle responded.

"Are you sure you want to stick with that?"

Doyle just rolled his eyes at the publisher. It sounded like something Houdini would say. Before he could think of a comeback, there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it," Doyle said as he got up from the chair. He walked quickly to the door fearing it was news about his wife. To his surprise, it was Adelaide standing in the doorway.

"Dr. Doyle."

"Constable Stratton."

"I know this might not be the right time but…I need your help."

When Doyle entered the Yard, he witnessed a familiar sight. People were hard at work catching London's underground criminals, thieves, and evil-doers. Doyle had become very comfortable working with Scotland Yard. They had asked him to help with numerous cases. What made him uncomfortable, however, was the fact Stratton had actually asked for his help. If this case is too hard for her to figure it out, he wasn't sure if he could figure it out either.

"All right Constable, you need to explain to me what's going on. I can tell from the worry in your voice."

Adelaide sighed and picked up a piece of crumpled up paper that was on her desk. She slowly handed it to Doyle. As he unfolded the piece of paper, Adelaide kept staring at the floor. Doyle's eyes read the words over and over again until he was sure he wasn't dreaming. The note read:

FOUR MAGICIANS FOUND DEAD