*This first Chapter is a shorter than the rest will be, but it's basically the introduction into the Story, and just because this is set in Modern times doesn't mean you necessarily have to picture Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman. You can picture whoever you want, and this is why I used Anime drawings instead of actual actors if any of you were wondering. I do this to please all Sherlock Holmes fans, whom may read this, and is not necessarily in the Sherlock fandom. *
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"Will you help me Mr. Holmes?" I asked after I told him my story. My brother had gone missing, and I was afraid he got involved in something he shouldn't have. Mr. Holmes looked at me as if my face had the answer to my own question. "Is something the matter?" I asked.
"No, I'm just trying to figure out why you went to me instead of the police." He answered.
"Well he isn't in London, nor England for that matter. He had to take a trip to France for his business about a month ago. It is normal for him to be gone for lengths of time, but we haven't heard a word from him when we normally hear from at least once during the day. We haven't heard anything in a week and a half."
"Even then the Scotland Yard can contact the French police." Dr. Watson said.
"Yes, but you two seemed more reliable." I told.
"You said your brother went to France for business; what kind of business was he in?" Mr. Holmes asked.
"I'm not sure. He never talked about it much… That is why I'm fearing the worse. I don't know if he got himself involved with people he shouldn't have." I explained.
"Interesting." Mr. Holmes was silent again as he looked at me. "Well, shall we get going?" He said standing up.
"Going? Going where?" Dr. Watson asked.
"To France of course, where else?" Mr. Holmes disappeared into his room.
I gave a confused look to Dr. Watson to which he returned. "So, I'm guessing we're taking the case." Dr. Watson mumbled.
Mr. Holmes came out with his coat on and a suitcase in his hand. "John, what are you just sitting there for? Go get packed. Miss Westbay, we'll stop at your flat on the way to the airport." He told me.
"Mr. Holmes-" I started.
"Sherlock, please." He corrected me.
"Sherlock," I said with his correction, "Thank you, but I didn't expect you to get up and just go to Paris." I told.
"How will I solve the case if we are not in the place where your brother disappeared?" He questions and I gave a soft smile.
"Thank you." I said again.
"Naturally, now John go pack for a few days." Sherlock told him.
John sighed and stood up. "What am I supposed to tell Mary?" He asked.
"I don't see why she couldn't come with us naturally. She's no bother to me." Sherlock told him.
"Tell her I'm taking her to Paris." John mumbled as he went to leave. "I'll meet you two at the airport." John said, descending the stairs and leaving out the door. I know he used to live here with Sherlock, but since he got married it only makes sense that he would move out.
"Well, Miss Westbay, we'll stop by your flat."
"Alright, and you can call me Bethany." I told him as he led me out to a taxi.
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We got to my flat, and I nearly screamed when I saw a person digging in my cabinets. "Mother!" I said. She lives two hours from here, what on earth is she here for?
"Oh, hello dear!" She greeted and kissed my cheek. She smiled at Sherlock, but didn't exactly know how to greet him. "I was in the city so I stopped by."
"It would appear so…." I mumbled. "I hate to say this mother, but we're about to leave. We just stopped by to pick up my things." I told her.
"Where are you off to?" She asked.
I didn't want to tell her that I was going to look for my brother, she would freak out. I didn't want to lie to her either. "We're going to France." I simply told her.
"France? What on earth are you going there for?"
"Oh-um…" I didn't know how to answer her.
"Honeymoon." Sherlock suddenly said. "For a honeymoon." WHAT?! What the hell is wrong with him?! This is my mother so why would she believe we got married without telling her?!
"Honeymoon!" She shrieked. "You two got married?!"
"Um…" I hid my left hand behind my back so she wouldn't see that there was no ring, and I noticed Sherlock did the same.
"Are you pregnant?!" She said, anger in her voice, and sending a glare to Sherlock.
"No!" I quickly said. "I'm not pregnant Mum."
"Why on earth would you get married and not tell me? And even then, that you got engaged." She wasn't yelling surprisingly.
"It um…" I looked to Sherlock for help, especially considering he got us into this mess.
"My apologies ma'am." He quickly said. "That was my idea. You see, I'm quite popular with the media, so I didn't want anything getting out until after we got married. Bethany wanted to tell you, but I didn't want to risk it." He explained. That's right… Sherlock is basically a celebrity now with how well known he is.
My mother looked at him for a second then finally nodded with a sigh. "I can understand that." She finally said. Wait… Really? "I'm not happy about it, but I can understand it." She finally gave us a soft smile. "Well, you two have fun. I won't keep you."
My mother kissed me goodbye and left. I waited until I heard the elevator at the end of the hall ding before I decided to speak. "Honeymoon?!" I yelled at him.
"What other reason would we be going to France together?" Sherlock asked, not fazed at all by my anger.
I was about to yell at him again, but I was at a loss for words. I thought about it, and he was right; there was no other reason that came to mind of why we would be going to France together. "So, we have to pretend to be married?" I asked.
"Naturally, though I doubt it's a big deal." He told me.
"My mother is rather a gossip, so word might get out that the 'great Sherlock Holmes' got married." I said.
"I doubt it would be a big problem." He said, looking down to his phone and texting someone. "Now go pack."
I gave out an agitated sigh and left to my room to pack.
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We got to the airport to see John and a blonde woman, whom I guess was Mary, waiting for us. "So, you're married now?" John asked as we approached them.
"What?" I asked. There is no way people know about that already.
John turned his phone around and showed us a page with the top reading 'Sherlock Holmes is Married?!'.
"Wow, that was under an hour. That's a new record." Sherlock said calmly.
"How are you so calm about this?!" I asked.
"Is there a point to getting all worked up about it?" He asked, again calmly.
"Yes!" I shouted, making a few heads turn our way. "Yes…" I repeated in a lower voice.
"And that reasoning being?" How is this man so calm right now? I'm starting to question if he's human or not.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Okay, so basically all of Europe knows or will know that we are apparently married, so how are we supposed to pull that off when we don't have rings or anything of that sort?" I asked.
Sherlock just held out his hand to John who placed two gold rings in his hand. "Size six right?" He asked, handing me the smaller one.
If looks could kill, I'm sure Sherlock would be dead right now. "Six and a half, actually." I grumbled, grabbing the ring.
"Hmm, no six." He simply said, and I hated to say the ring fit perfectly.
"Wait, so you just spent who knows how much on rings for a fake marriage?" I asked.
"Of course not. The man owes me a favor, and we're simply borrowing." He said. "And our flight leaves soon, so shall we go?" Sherlock took my bag from me for him to carry and started walking towards the proper gate.
"Is this man for real?" I asked, mainly just as a thought.
"Welcome to my world." John told me.
"I'm surprised he actually had the curtesy to take your bag Bethany." Mary said with a laugh.
"Eh, he's learning." John said, grabbing Mary's hand and followed towards where Sherlock left.