A/N: This fic is meant to be a super crossover with everything that I am
obsessed with.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sh22 but I do own my characters Pride, Tiger, Calvin, and Hobbes. (They are not the comic characters, I just happen to like those names.)
Chapter 1: The Start of a new case
Holmes sat in his accustomed chair and sat quietly his mind not used to the boredom. He was extremely uninterested at everything going around him which wasn't much. No one was here today they had all left to attend something or other. Then quite suddenly a knock was heard. Remembering that Watson was out he opened the door to find a young woman standing their apparently quite nervous. "Hello, Are you Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" she inquired. "Yes" "May I come in. I have a problem that I need your help with. Holmes gestured for her to enter the door. She shivered not from the bitter cold outside but with fear. "Sit Ms. .? "Ms. Parvati Chandra. Mr. Holmes I."
She stopped as Holmes raised his hand. "Please allow me, you are Ms. Chandra, you are a nurse for the memorial hospital in the Indian section of new London. You arrived here to ask my help in a very serious matter and would like me to help" Said Holmes.
"What., but how" "Never mind how, let us get on to pressing matters."
Now they were interrupted by a bang. The door had crashed open. "That would be Lestrade."
And sure enough Inspecter Lestrade of the New Scotland stumbled through the parlor and started upon seeing Parvati.
'hey who's she' she wondered.'zed lestrade this is no time to think of that. Just get on with it.
"Lestrade let me introduce you to Ms. Chandra."
"Wait? Ms. Parvati Chandra?" "yes"
"Good you're here. Now I won't have to trash new London up to find you. You do want help with your case right?"
Holmes looked mildly interested as Lestrade ranted on.
Finally Ms. Chandra began her story "As you said Mr. Holmes I work in The memorial hospital. Recently I was taking care of this a patient who had a very bad criminal record or so they told me. One night I locked the room as he fell asleep and made for the nurses parlor. When I had gotten back there were a slash on the door made by claws."
"Soon after I began to receive messages. the first said to be careful. The second and third were very much like the first but were worded differently. And at the end of the each was a sign that said to burn the note."
"What is the door made out of?' asked Holmes
"The newest type of Aluminum alloy"
"Anything else?"
"No."
Ms.Chandra bade them farewell, after having tea, to work on a night shift. Holmes sat on his chair and closed his eyes, a sign that he was thinking. Lestrade watched him for a few minutes, snorted and then turned to leave. Holmes opened one eye to watch her go. 'I'll start on this case in the morning'
The next morning;
Pride ran alongside her three companions. They were almost late for school again. Zed, this time they'd have to use the shortcut at bakers street. Holding onto her camera she ran and also clutched the article in her hand quite tightly.
Her camera was delaying her she stopped to string it around her neck and let her friends go on ahead. She ran after them in a few minutes. 'zed it. Of all the days to be late. Maybe we shouldn't have had that much breakfast.'
The thirteen year old's mind was so preoccupied that as she neared the corner she bumped into something sending all the papers in her hands everywhere.
A/N:I know I know it sucks but hold on its going to be really interesting by the way if anyone needs to know its going to be a Holmes/Lestrade fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sh22 but I do own my characters Pride, Tiger, Calvin, and Hobbes. (They are not the comic characters, I just happen to like those names.)
Chapter 1: The Start of a new case
Holmes sat in his accustomed chair and sat quietly his mind not used to the boredom. He was extremely uninterested at everything going around him which wasn't much. No one was here today they had all left to attend something or other. Then quite suddenly a knock was heard. Remembering that Watson was out he opened the door to find a young woman standing their apparently quite nervous. "Hello, Are you Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" she inquired. "Yes" "May I come in. I have a problem that I need your help with. Holmes gestured for her to enter the door. She shivered not from the bitter cold outside but with fear. "Sit Ms. .? "Ms. Parvati Chandra. Mr. Holmes I."
She stopped as Holmes raised his hand. "Please allow me, you are Ms. Chandra, you are a nurse for the memorial hospital in the Indian section of new London. You arrived here to ask my help in a very serious matter and would like me to help" Said Holmes.
"What., but how" "Never mind how, let us get on to pressing matters."
Now they were interrupted by a bang. The door had crashed open. "That would be Lestrade."
And sure enough Inspecter Lestrade of the New Scotland stumbled through the parlor and started upon seeing Parvati.
'hey who's she' she wondered.'zed lestrade this is no time to think of that. Just get on with it.
"Lestrade let me introduce you to Ms. Chandra."
"Wait? Ms. Parvati Chandra?" "yes"
"Good you're here. Now I won't have to trash new London up to find you. You do want help with your case right?"
Holmes looked mildly interested as Lestrade ranted on.
Finally Ms. Chandra began her story "As you said Mr. Holmes I work in The memorial hospital. Recently I was taking care of this a patient who had a very bad criminal record or so they told me. One night I locked the room as he fell asleep and made for the nurses parlor. When I had gotten back there were a slash on the door made by claws."
"Soon after I began to receive messages. the first said to be careful. The second and third were very much like the first but were worded differently. And at the end of the each was a sign that said to burn the note."
"What is the door made out of?' asked Holmes
"The newest type of Aluminum alloy"
"Anything else?"
"No."
Ms.Chandra bade them farewell, after having tea, to work on a night shift. Holmes sat on his chair and closed his eyes, a sign that he was thinking. Lestrade watched him for a few minutes, snorted and then turned to leave. Holmes opened one eye to watch her go. 'I'll start on this case in the morning'
The next morning;
Pride ran alongside her three companions. They were almost late for school again. Zed, this time they'd have to use the shortcut at bakers street. Holding onto her camera she ran and also clutched the article in her hand quite tightly.
Her camera was delaying her she stopped to string it around her neck and let her friends go on ahead. She ran after them in a few minutes. 'zed it. Of all the days to be late. Maybe we shouldn't have had that much breakfast.'
The thirteen year old's mind was so preoccupied that as she neared the corner she bumped into something sending all the papers in her hands everywhere.
A/N:I know I know it sucks but hold on its going to be really interesting by the way if anyone needs to know its going to be a Holmes/Lestrade fic.