Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock Holmes (or any other characters).

A/N: This was just a cute idea that popped into my head during English period. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

It was a peaceful morning as Holmes and Watson sat in their sitting room, enjoying their breakfast. Holmes was, as usual, very eager for another case. He hadn't gotten any interesting ones for quite some time, and Watson hadn't had any patients to attend to either. Little did they know they were in for a big surprise later on that day.

"I say Holmes, isn't that Lestrade getting out of a carriage and walking towards here?" said Watson as he looked out the window, pointing at the small person who was hurriedly approached number 221b.

"Right you are old chap. And it seems to me that he has come for some friendly advice from me again." replied Holmes as he stood up and headed towards the door and opened it just in time to find Lestrade climbing the last step of the stairs.

Lestrade was wearing a long overcoat over his usual attire. His hair was neatly fixed as he took of his hat and started waving it. "I am in need of your assistance, Mr. Holmes!" he stated in a tone of despair.

"Whatever do you need my assistance for, Lestrade?" asked Holmes as he put down his utensils on his plate. He took an expression of utmost seriousness as he knew this was bound to be something interesting so he gave his full attention to him.

Watson, seeing his friend paying close attention to Lestrade, copied him, diverting his attention from his unfinished breakfast to Lestrade.

Lestrade replied "There has been a crime committed down at Spinner's End! And we need your help in solving it!" He fell to the nearest seat, massaging the bridge of his nose. "The murder of Mr. and Mrs. Nottingham has the force completely baffled! We have no idea whatsoever what the cause of death was. There was no sign of forced entry upon their humble abode, nor was there any sign of a struggle. Not even the best of Scotland Yard could solve it! That is why we need you, Mr. Holmes!" he stated to him with a hint of despair in his voice.

Sherlock took a moment to make his decision before standing up and smiling at Lestrade. "This all sounds very interesting, Lestrade. I would like to see the crime scene. When may that be possible, I ask?"

"Oh right away, Mr. Holmes! I can call a hansom for us right now!" Lestrade answered as he rushed off to get a hansom, delight dancing upon his features.

Sherlock strode over to where his coat and hat hung, and started putting them on. "Come one, Watson." he said as he gestured his dear fellow to follow. But at the moment Watson stood up Mrs. Hudson rushed into the room and shouted "Doctor Watson! I just got a telegram that your wife has been rushed to the hospital!"

Watson looked very alarmed at the sudden news as he rushed to get his coat and hat. "So sorry I can't come, Holmes!" he apologized to Sherlock as he ran past him, giving him an apologetic look, and rushed off to call for a cab.

Sherlock smiled sadly, feeling sort of empty without Watson accompanying him on a case. He would have been a great company compared to dear old Lestrade. He put in his pocket his necessary tools for investigation and upon noticing the absence of Mrs. Hudson, walked down the stairs.

At opening the front door he found Lestrade already waiting in the hansom. He got in the car and started talking about the significance of fingerprints on the way to Spinner's End.

A/N: Watson had to go for a reason. You'll find out why in the next chapter. ;) It'll come out the next weekend, I hope. Oh, and I'm terribly sorry if Lestrade's being OC to any of you. I don't pay much attention to him. XD

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