Sherlocked
It was a dark and stormy night In 1940, at 221 b Baker Street, Engand. 41 year old, John Amish Watson was writing yet another book. John`s blond slick hair had a brown bowler hat on it to match a brown suit. John wrote books about his friend who he lived with. John`s friend`s name was William Sherlock Scott Holmes, Sherlock was in his room playing the violin.
Sherlock had black hair and was wearing a Black suit. He was standing facing his fire, by favorite chair. Their housekeeper came in john`s room with tea. Her name was Mrs. Hudson and she was 79 years and had brown, short curly hair. She poured John some tea when all off the sudden; the little electricity that they had, went out leaving them in pitch black.
John heard the sound of the tea spilling on his desk. He felled around his desk to find his top drew. He found it! Opening it, he found his candle and matches. Lighting the candle, he could see the scared face of Mrs. Hudson. Using the flashlight, He and Mrs. Hudson go to Sherlock`s room. Sherlock didn't even notice that the lights went out, still playing the violin.
"Sherlock, didn`t you see that the lights went out?" John asked.
Sherlock answered." No, I did not."
"Sherlock come on, we have to see what the problem is." John said frustrated.
Sherlock Turned around, then walked out up. John found another candle, lighted it, and gave it to Mrs. Hudson. John and Sherlock went outside to see what the problem was. When they found the fuse box, they opened it to find the wires were cut! There was a note with in it, the note said
"Hello Sherlock, meet me behind the food shop at noon tomorrow."
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Sherlock, after reading it knew it was Moriarty, told John to send for a repair man in the morning. The next day a repair man was fixing the lights, while John and Sherlock were talking to Greg Lestrange, who was a friend of theirs and the chief of police. John told Officer Lestrange about the fuse box wires being cut and the note that was wrote by Moriarty. Lestrange then told them that everyone on the block has had their wire cut sometime that week, but there was no note. After Officer Lestrange and the repair man left, Sherlock told John.
"Get your coat, Its almost noon."
"But Sherlock," John said. "You know that this is a trap."
Sherlock answered with "I know, Exciting isn't it. "
When they got to the café, they walked at a fast pace, to the back of it. There, they found Moriarty waiting for them. His black, slick hair matching his black suit, he opened his mouth to speak.
"There they are, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. It`s so nice to you to join me. I hope you don`t mind that I brought a few friends with me."
John and Sherlock saw a glimpse of a gun aiming at them with the hunter hidden. They looked back to Moriarty. The shadow of the building hiding most of Moriarty`s face. The smell of tea and Moriarty`s cologne did not go together. Moriarty spoke again.
"So, the great Sherlock Holmes trapped at last."
Sherlock replied with "How dumb do you think I am. I always come prepared."
All of the sudden, the loud sound of ten or so police men and their whistles were heard by everyone. They stop in front of the café, starting to surround it. John and Sherlock looked in the direction of the Nosie. When they look back Moriarty was gone and so was the gun.
While the police investigated, Sherlock and John talked.
Once again, the powerful Moriarty got away," Sherlock said." But I know where to find him."
"But, how?" John said confused.
"Elementary, My dear Watson." He answered.