Right, so this is my first major fic- carrying it on depends on whether I can be inspired enough to keep it up- so reviews would very much be appreciated.
As much as I wish I could, I don't own any of this. Yet… :P
Found in 2010, the following extracts are taken from an account written by Inspector Giles Lestrade, who, unknowingly, has the only details of the event that ended the great detective's career.
It was the morning of November 7th 1989, and a rather chirpy bird was I, having just put the leader of the gang calling themselves The Regents Park Robbers behind bars, earning me another well deserved feather in my cap. The weather outside was mild for the time of year, and I couldn't help glancing over to the front page of The Times, and seeing my name in its print.
During the 6th, or was it 7th cup of tea, I was wakened from my reverie by a sharp tap on my office door.
"Another case for you, Sir", the lad smiled as he walked through the door. A bright young lad, is Constable Downey, but has not quite mastered that fine art of tea making just yet. An obvious downfall, but promising nevertheless.
"Ah, well, leave it on the side, there, lad" I replied, as I sifted through paperwork.
Paperwork. I would rather die ten times over, than have sort out one case worth of paperwork. The endless number of times and dates and statements to write up- solving the case is only half the work!
On that last note, I decided, however many feathers there were in my cap, I am still only human, and could only handle one thing at at time, so on my lunch break, I took a cab to Baker Street and read through the notes of this new case, intending on place the matter before Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
As anticipated, I found him lounging about the place in his dressing gown, clutching that old pipe of his, and adding to the stuffiness of the room for which he was so fond. Dr Watson was not so keen however, and had perched himself by the open window, taking in the view of the great city.
"A funny sort of occurrence we got here, Mr. Holmes" I started.
"And let me see, yes, you can't take it- the paperwork of Regent Street Case is taking up most of your valuable time, yes? Finishing it off neatly?" he replied, the corners of his mouth turning upwards slightly.
"Why, yes, Mr. Holmes, that's quite right- making it all neat and tidy"
Having known him for however many years, the fact that his mind was still as sharp as it was when we met, was a reminder of just, well...how good he is! I'm just thankful that he's on our side of the law, or we really would be in danger!
I gave him the facts of the case, and awited his reaction.
"A dog, Lestrade. A missing dog. Has my reputation suddenly deteriorated overnight? Am I now a saviour to the four legged creatures of this vast expanse? I was asked to retrieve a cat only last week [1] No Lestrade, I won't do it."
And that was the end of that.
Or so I thought.
[1] This fic, somehow manages to co- incite with one I wrote earlier- 'A Deceptive Case'- Just a quick, funny one- shot which you may care to take a look at!
That blue button just down there- it gives you chocolate if you press it…