Pretty exitedly about what you will think about this, please tell me if you think that this fiction is worth the time ;) Disclaimer: All charakters and most of the cases belong to the wonderful people of Lost Girl and Sherlock Holmes
All mistakes are mine
It was warm day in the end of sun was burning down, through one of the dusty windows. Mackenzie Malikov-Watson was peacefully sleeping in her bed, when a very excited woman stormed her small room.
"Get up my dear Watson, we have a case to work on", she said smiling, pulling the dark green curtains open. Kenzi groaned, but blinked against the bright sun light.
Normally was Kenzi the one, who had to throw her friend out of bed.
She looked at her roommate, which was standing by the little Russians window now.
Isabeau Dennis-Holmes was one kind of a woman, a very difficult woman and not everybody was used to that.
"What´s up Holmes?", Kenzi asked, slipping out of her bed and nearly falling over her black boots.
"A very, very interesting case." She couldn't see the taller woman's face but she was sure she was smiling.
"Breakfast?", Kenzi questioned, while searching for her pants.
"Not time", the brunette woman said and shook her head.
"No time for pancakes Bo? Are you serious?"
Bo sighed.
"Okay you can have something, but to-go."She was already storming out of the door.
Kenzi sighed again, at least finding her pants and slipping inside. She was used to the fact that Bo often left her back and didn't let her ask any questions or answering some she asked. She had found all her clothes and was now fully dressed. Hopefully was Mrs. Mumford up and ready to make her a sandwich or something. She ran down the steps of the long stair and into the bright floor with the light blue walls.
"Mrs. Mumford?", she called, heading to the kitchen. "Mrs. Mumford!"
"Yes my dear", the old grey haired woman answered as she came out of the living room, with a feather duster in her hand.
"Holmes has a new case and wants to leave as soon as possible and I need some food. Fast and to-go, yes?" Mrs. Mumford smiled her friendly, old people smile and nodded eagerly, before heading into the kitchen to make something to eat for the small girl.
The droshky was rushing through the dirty streets of London.
"Tomorrow I wanna have pancakes Bo-Bo", Kenzi murmured, with a mouth full of food.
"Don't tell me. Mrs. Mumford is the one you have to ask."
Kenzi plugged the last pieces of her bacon-sandwich in her mouth.
"Anywaches whatch chasse do weh have?"
It was years of training that caused her to understand what her best friend just said.
"Detective Thronwood needs or help with a case", Bo said, looking out of the window on her side of the bench.
"Did he tell you that?"
"No, but it was obvious", the older woman told her, grinning.
The police station came in sight and Kenzi clapped her hands happily.
"Hopefully they have something to eat."
Bo paid the droshky rider and jumped out of the carriage to head, the smaller girl right by her side, to the tall building with the old, dirty facade.
"Holmes? What are YOU doing here?"
Hale Santiago was standing in front of it, probably drinking his morning tea.
"We have a case", Bo answered, ignoring Hale as she entered the building.
"Wait! Wait! Who is WE?", the man asked, running after her.
Bo didn't answer. She came through the big room where most of the officers had their desks and went directly to where she knew Dyson´s office was.
"Thronwood", she called.
"Bo! What are you doing here?", the man questioned, walkingout off a room.
Detective Dyson Thronwood was a tall man with messy blond hair and a beard. His shoulder were wide and his muscles were seen through his withe shirt.
He was detective for a reason, he often used to say but many of his breakthroughs were owed to Bo.
"You need my help with this case", Bo smiled.
"No. I definitely not", Dyson exclaimed.
"Oh please puppy-eyes. You know you are going to call her in a few days. She can help you right now", Kenzi said, giving him a serious look.
"Okay, you would work on this case, even if I would ask you not to. So I guess you can at least work with me", her sighed.
Bo smiled pleasured and clapped her hands excited together.
"Good man", Kenzi said, patting his back before quickly running after her friend, who was already gone once again.
Bo wasn't really liked at the London police station. At least officially. In private there were many officers that would have liked to date the woman. But most of them knew that that was something that would never happen, Bo wasn't the typical type of woman, who was into flowers and chocolate. Also they wouldn't ask because everybody knew that Dyson had a big crush on her.
"D-man?" , his partner asked, hurrying after him as he and both of the dark haired women came out of the room.
"What´s up?", he replied.
"Did you… I mean, I mean how did she know that? About the case, that's ours?"
Dyson sighed. He already knew where this talk would lead.
"No, I didn't tell her anything Hale."
"I´m sorry but I needed to ask."
At the other side of the street stood someone at a little window. The woman watched how the gorgeous brunette made her way out of the old building. After the beauty headed a even younger black haired girl out, followed by the detective she had observed before. She saw how this man held his hand out to get the attention of a droshky rider. The brunette waited until both of her companions had sat down inside, then she turned around and examined the environment. She smirked, knowing that the woman couldn't see her. Such a smart girl, she thought to herself.
