I haven't gotten around to updating this story in quite some time so I decided to rewrite my existing chapters and try to pick up the story from where I left off long ago. Please feel free to leave me reviews, I love to read and reply to them!
He was downtown, making his way through the maze of alleyways. The man didn't carry anything in his arms, no sign that he had been there for hours shopping. Questioning had been his mission, and it had been a success.
His dark brown eyes glanced up at the sky, which was quickly darkening with clouds. "Rain," he muttered to himself opening up his pocket watch, "undoubtedly..."
He hurried along the sidewalk trying to outrun the coming storm when he ran into someone and they let out a shriek of surprise. I've tripped over a bloody woman, he scolded himself, one more obstacle needed to get over...
The woman was underneath of him and, as soon as he rose, the man extended a hand out to help her to her feet. "Entirely my fault, Miss." he apologized, "I was in such a hurry to escape this up-coming downpour, that I wasn't seeing as to where I was headed."
"Not at all!" the woman said with a light laugh. Her voice was high, not unexpected for a lady, and her red lips were up in a forgiving smile. He looked at her long curled red hair and bright green eyes, Scottish, no doubt, she had skin as pale as a royal's, perhaps she's upper-class, and she was wearing a pale orange dress with a piece of yellow cloth lied across her shoulders, quite fashionable in a woman's sense... He visibly shook his head to clear it of his unconscious deductions, he had to be on his way.
"Sherlock," she said looking at his face closely, "Sherlock Holmes?" No random person on the street would know my identity just from one look at my face... In need of taking his leave, he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.
"Yes," he said nodding in agreement. "If I may, what is your name?" he implied, hating to leave so abruptly without showing the slightest bit of kindness.
"My name's Elise Cunning," the woman said with another smile, which Sherlock silently noted showed none of the lady's teeth.
"Well it's nice to meet you, Ms. Cunning," he said straightening his coat as raindrops slowly started to fall. "Now if you don't mind, I best be on my way home to accompany Dr. Watson." Holmes began to walk away when he heard Ms. Cunning call out.
"Oh, you wouldn't mind if I tagged along," she asked innocently, snatching up her small trunk and catching up to him, "there is a matter I wish for you to clarify."
With a sigh Sherlock unconsciously nodded. The two began to quickly walk uptown in the now steady downpour.
