A/N: I do not own anything or anyone. Except Wilkins. But I don't like him much, so I'll let Holmes take care of him :) Thanks to KCS for the idea for 221B's.
Barn
The fog lay thick upon the farmyard, the kind that eerily muffles and blinds those caught in it. For the three men creeping through it, it proved both curse and blessing, as a muffled crash alerted the two following behind.
"Pay up, Holmes" came a quiet chuckle in the fog.
"You know I didn't mean it that way!" a voice protested.
"You made the bet. Now you have to pay up."
"You know I meant 'with his revolver'! It goes without saying!"
"True, but you didn't say it. And now he has", came the reply from the shorter companion, his laughter muffled with the effort of trying to be quiet. "Be a good sport Holmes, you know how many of our bets I've lost. Now I've won, so please be more gracious."
A soft groan came from in front of them, and Holmes and Watson crept over to their fallen foe. The two of them quickly tied him and dragged to his feet. Watson let a small chuckle escape again, and their companion glared at them, his dark face sullen. A dark, ugly red mark reaching from his forehead to his chin indicated his loss against his opponent.
"Congratulations, Wilkins", said Holmes in a dry voice, eyes dancing, "We now know that you can hit the broad side of the barn."
A/N: My apologies if I've set off too many author alerts in some of your inboxes. I've never checked for my stories immediately before, so I didn't realize it took several minutes for a story to show up on the main screen. I tried to reload it. I've learned now, I swear!
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