A/N: Duh duh duh duh! And here it is: the prologue for the new story.
Enjoy.
"We can but try."
-The Problem of Thor Bridge by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
When all else fails, you call Sherlock Holmes.
But, sometimes, that isn't an option.
Like when you're Hamish or Isabel Watson-Holmes.
Then you call John Watson.
But this time, they couldn't do that.
"We are so screwed."
"Dad's gonna kill me."
"You just had to go and be a smart-ass, didn't you? Had to prove you could figure the whole damn thing out."
"Oh, quit cursing at me. In case you haven't noticed- I'm in the same rut as you."
"Thanks to you."
This drew silence from the two and they considered their options.
Hamish wondered if things might be different if his best friend was with him to back him up, rather than his sister.
Isabel wondered how long it would take for Father to find them.
Hamish wondered if their captor had thought through every angle of his plan- though Hamish did doubt it.
Isabel wondered if Dad would make it on time- Father did say that he was never late to save him, even from the very first case.
They both wondered how long it would take to die.