Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes and Co. They belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I own Lily Greenwood and Patricia Brown.
"Lily, can you please tell me again why are we moving to London?" I asked my friend
"Pat, we were transferred here because the commissionaire could not stand us solving more cases than the men! Besides, I think London is much more interesting than Surrey." Lily answered. My name is Patricia Brown and my friend is Lily Greenwood. I was an American and she, British. We had met in the Surrey police station and were part of the constabulary.
The commissionaire applauded us on our good work and offered to transfer us to another position in London. Lily had noticed the false smile and talked with him afterwards, during which I could see that he got more nervous and scared as Lily talked to him. Finally, he broke down and admitted that he had purposely sent us to London so that he could get rid of us. We were, as he said, drawing eyes away from the work at hand. Lily gave a few threatening words to him and we went to London by the 7.15.
We went to Scotland Yard and registered ourselves there, during which there were a lot of cat calling and goggle eyes. We received our duties and went off. Lily and I had just enough time before leaving to order a pig-faced Sergeant to buzz off before finding an apartment. There was a suitable apartment at 220 Baker Street and we rented it from the landlady. The next few days were spent in unpacking and doing our duties. Both of us were in charge of the Thames. I had reckoned that the river would smell bad but had almost fainted when I went there the first time. It was so horrible! I doubt even the dung at Fred's would have smelt worse. Lily was not affected and I strongly suspect that she had gone there before. We charged up and down the river everyday and I soon got used to the smell.
It was, according to my diary, two months after we received our new duties. Lily and I were near the docks when Lily saw a small man who bumped into her and did not apologize to us. Lily was quite angry and purposely tied a net near the back door so that he would get trapped and Lily could scold him.
Then, I heard some bumping noises in the warehouse. Lily had heard it too, and we crept to the warehouse. There was a fight going on. Then there was a sudden blow and we were conscious of the pungent smell of burning charcoal. I was about to charge in when Lily held me back. "We should wait until the men are gone." She said quietly. "How many men are there?" I whispered to my friend. "There should be five; two good and three bad including the one who had bumped into me by the sounds of their voices. Now, the thugs are tying the two gentlemen up and leaving by the back door. They would be caught in my trap. We can charge in!" with that, the two of us ran into the warehouse. I saw two dark figures tied up and gagged. We got them up and ran out of the place, throwing the box containing burning charcoal into the river. Lily found them red faced and blue-lipped. They had obviously lost conscious a while ago. Lily breathed air into the taller one while I breathed air into the other one. We pumped air into their lungs as well and finally, we could hear them breathing. "Pat, please search that one's pockets. I will search this one's. We need to find their identities." Lily told me. I found a box of cigarettes, a wallet and a pocket watch while Lily held out a pipe, a telegram and a gun. "This wallet belongs to Dr. John Watson of 221B Baker Street. Lily, should we bring him to Scotland Yard or to their home." I asked my friend. Lily was looking at the pocket watch, the telegram and the pipe. "The tall one is left handed, likes to smoke shag tobacco and likes to smoke this pipe. The shorter one is definitely a doctor and carries this watch everywhere he goes. The tall one has a relation with Scotland Yard. This is from Inspector Lestrade and is directed to Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Assuming that this is his identity, I think that a short visit to the Yard may suffice."
We went to Scotland Yard and were surrounded by gasps of amazement. We found the inspector in his office. He was pretty astonished when we laid the two unconscious men in front of him. Just then, the taller one woke up. He jumped to his feet, turning red. Then the man spoke.
"I'm sorry for this intrusion and I think I would just go back to Baker Street." He carried the other and was just about to leave the office when Lily spoke in her masculine voice. "Blimey, aren't you going to thank us for saving you!" The man looked irritated. "Constable, I am a busy man and the men who made my friend into these state are going scot-free. I am wasting my time here." The men broke free from her grasp and left the building. Lily chuckled a little. "If he had apologized to me, I would have returned his things and told him that the men are currently in a trap that caught them when they stepped out of the back door!" She told me. Inspector Lestrade stood up and headed for the door. Lily and I followed him and told him the address of the warehouse where he was kept.
At the back door of the warehouse, the large net was holding three men who was screaming and yelling at us. The tall man was there and his jaw had dropped. Lily took out a knife and cut at a rope near her. Instantly, the net sprang open and the men were out. We handcuffed the thugs and led them into Scotland Yard where they would be interrogated. The tall man remained at the Yard. "Can you please give me back my things, constable?" He told Lily. She smiled then handed over the things. "By the way, Mr. Holmes, I think that you should thank me for saving you and Dr. Watson s' lives." Lily replied. Mr. Holmes muttered thanks and took his leave.
That evening, after we had finished bathing, our landlady Mrs. Williams told us that there was a gentleman waiting outside for us. We asked the landlady to show him in. He was a short man with reddish brown hair and a mustache. Lily asked him to sit down and told him that he once was in the army, was a doctor, resides at 221B Baker Street and lives with a detective with no manners. He looked astonished and asked, "Who are you? You would have been burned if you have lived over 300 years ago! How did you know those things? They are absolutely true in every way!"
"Constable Lily Greenwood, at your service. You see, you have stuck your handkerchief in your shirt pocket, therefore the army, you are of a medical type, hence the profession, resides at 221B Baker Street, as I can see your card sticking out of your pocket. The detective is your good friend Sherlock Holmes, is he not? He was particularly rude to us when we rescued you and him from the warehouse and did not thank us until I caught the thugs for him." Lily replied. Dr. Watson hung his head in shame. "I know that Holmes had been rude, but I do not know that he was rude to a woman!" He said. "Make those two women; Dr. Watson, I am Lily's friend and colleague, Patricia Brown." I told him. Then he gave a sudden gasp, and looked at us in wonder. He opened his mouth but Lily cut him short. "Don't tell anybody including Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson! We prefer to keep our sex male. " she shouted at him. God! She was pretty fierce when she was angry. Dr. Watson basically got a shock when he saw her angry face. He promised and then rushed out of the room in fright
"You got him, Lily! You got the frights out of him." I told her. Lily shrugged and went out for dinner. I sighed; Lily could really be so ignorant of feelings at time. This meeting could only have two outcomes. One, Mr. Holmes would come and apologise to the both of them or Two, he would come and scold her for scaring Watson out of his wits. Most probably the latter. Either way, Mr. Holmes would come to their house and see that girls have a mind of their own. That will teach him to be rude to a Greenwood.
A/N: I would not be writing for a long time as the school year is starting and that my parents have forced me on a trip to Desaru Fruit Farm, Malaysia during the next two days and there would be no computers. Please Review!