A.N.: Set somewhere after Holmes return. Hatson. Rated T for future chapters (possible M)

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Chapter 1

Experiments companion

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I write this as a last record of my memoirs as a fashion to set the true version of the happened events. Little I would care about the consequences of this relates, because the only person that could be affected by it already have their fates forged. Consequently, I shall not doubt at the time of giving names or establish with full detail the facts that happened. I could give a vaster introduction to the tragedy in which my companion and I were involved, however I do not want to make the lector –if somebody reads it –to form hasty conclusions, so I am merely going to narrate the story by the beginning.

It was almost an ordinary evening in which I found myself reading a newspaper in the living room while Holmes was making experiments in his room, when everything started. Although sometimes I doubt if that was the true day where the events were unleash, sometimes it seems to have started a lot earlier, and others, a lot later. Settle a start line is quite difficult because it is blurred with the daily routine, but it is possible for me to say that that day had some importance in the following events.

Even though I was used to sound coming from my friend's bedroom, I could not help but to move in my sit, slightly scared I must admit, every time I heard him, for then to come back to my reading. But it was not until a really strong explosion that I desisted from my try to read the paper, next u saw Sherlock Holmes getting out of the room with a quite satisfactory look in his face with black marks that probably have the same cause that the strong noises that I had heard. Behind him came out the young Robert Laurie, who worked in the same laboratory in which I had met my companion for the first time and that lately had been doing regular visits to Holmes for doing some experiments.

The young man had about twenty-five years old; his face was too delicate and rounded for a young adult, but a thin moustache broke the childlike illusion. His light chestnut hair was rather dark because of the soot of the explosions, the same as he face, and all the untidy that it could be for a hair of one inch. His build was small for a man, fitting his academic appearance, even though he had a larches shoulder separation, like the one of a person that did a lot of exercise swimming. His thin lips were curved in a smile that showed the same satisfaction that Holmes had.

I looked to my companion waiting for an explanation that I knew that he was going to give me. Holmes did not make me wait too much.

'We had a great progress,' he explained me. 'Soon we will be able to determinate the amount of hours of the shed blood.'

'So it is,' asserted young Laurie; 'but I am afraid that we won't be able to go on for to-day. To-morrow I shall wake up on the sun-rise for returning to work and after the discovery we have made I will be too excited to get to sleep easily.'

'I guess that you will give me the pleasure of meeting me to continue with our investigations.' expressed Holmes.

'It would be an honour, but undoubtedly you would have found the answer by then. Because unlike me, you will not even try to sleep. Despite the fact that you have a higher intellectual level than mine.'

'I am flattered but that's not a reason for you underestimate yourself. It is a matter of put correctly into practice the deductive methods.'

'Thank you,' said Laurie with a smile. 'All right, I should leave now, it's already raining and I do not wish to arrive home to late. Good night, Dr. Watson, Holmes.' said bending his head toward each direction.

The young man was about to leave, when the door was opened and inspector Lestrade with a firm step. The man did not seem to be surprise to the sight of our visitor; on the contrary, he fixed his look on him and said,

'Are you Mr. Robert Laurie?' asked Lestrade.

'Yes.' answered surprised the aforesaid.

'Then I must ask you to follow me. There's has been a murdered in your building in Victory Street. Your room-mate has been killed. Maybe you should come too, Holmes, and be able to give a light upon the subject.'

Laurie gaze was lost, as if he did not want to give credit to what he had just heard.

'I must deduce that you have no suspect, right?' said Holmes some vanity.

'That's right. We don't have any proper clue, for what we know it could have been anyone,' said Lestrade. 'The last person that saw Jeffrey Newton alive was the landlady. There are no facts that indicate a burglary or any other apparent reason, either he was rich or he came for any important family.' enumerated the inspector.

'Jeffrey had died?' asked Laurie in shock.

'I'm sorry to tell you so, Mr. Laurie. He was murderer today at mid-day stabbed,' informed Lestrade. 'Now I must ask you that if you wish to accompany me, we must leave now.'

The inspector head to the door taking Laurie with him, pushing him with one hand on his back, who could not get out of his astonishment. Holmes moved his body in the same direction and turning his head, said, 'Are you coming, Watson?'

I barely had time to put my hat and took my coat. On our way to the crime scene nobody said a word. Holmes was lost in his thoughts. Lestrade watched over Laurie who shocked by the news tried to hold his tears. I, moved by the pain of the young man, looked over the window in a vain try of giving him privacy. Finally, the cab stopped in front of a group of old buildings. On the walls and the floor you could see the lame try to maintain them, but with futile results. Although it has to be confess, in defence of the place, that it could have been worst, at least the place seemed solid and safe despite the apparent poverty.

A couple of officials were at the entrance, when they saw inspector Lestrade they moved aside and lets us come in. Coming trough the stairs we arrive to the floor were Laurie lived, in the hall-way there were several policemen and an old lady, probably the landlady that gave her testimony while she cried clung to a handkerchief. Finally at the door of the flat that was crowed by police officers was inspector Jones. When he saw us, he came with firm steps, gave a disparaging peer to the lab assistant and spoke, 'you brought him, I see,' said with arrogance. 'Very well, it is my duty to inform you that, Mr. Laurie that you are under arrest in the Queen's name for the murderer of Jeffrey Newton. Anything which you may say will be used against you.'

'Wait a moment,' intervened my companion. 'Based in what reasons do you base in order to suppose that my work partner is the killer?'

Based on the reason that nobody but him, save for Mrs. Wood, has the key to enter the place and door wasn't forced. Undoubtedly this has been a crime of passion, because thank to Mrs. Wood's statements we know that Mr. Newton was engaged with Miss Stewart who at the same time was friend of Mr. Laurie. Obviously, he was not comfortable with this commitment for having a special interest on Miss Stewart and he decided to take his rival out of the way.'

'That's a lie!' defended himself the accused.

'Calm down, Laurie, I'm aware of your innocence and I will proceed to prove it,' said Holmes. 'Could you tell me how you can say that he was murdered at mid-day?'

'Of course,' interceded Lestrade, quieting Jones with the look who did not want Holmes to be involved in the case. 'Mrs. Wood was the last one who saw alive Mr. Newton about twelve hours of the mid-day, when she came back at the hour he found the present scene. Immediately after, she contacted us.'

'Then it is more than clear that the young Laurie is innocent,' I claimed outraged. 'During the time when the crime was being done, Laurie was in our home.'

'Allow me to corroborate what Watson is saying, asserting that Mr. Laurie was on those moments with me doing some experiments. He didn't disappear from my view for an instant, and he only left the room moments before Lestrade arrive.'

With a resigned and frustrated sigh, and avoiding making eye contact for pride, Jones was left no other choice than release Laurie.

'All right, if you don't mind I think is time that we proceed to the crime scene.' said Lestrade displaying his professionalism.

'I couldn't agree more.' sentenced Holmes.

Next we entered into the living room that Laurie shared with the unlucky Newton. The scene that welcomed us was pretty repulsive, big puddles of blood stained the floor and the corpse's shirt was stained with red. Parts of the walls and the furniture were spattered with blood, giving signs of the brutality with which the crime was committed. The room was untidy, and despite the fact that there was a body on the floor, it did not seem to be forced, indeed it seemed more like a natural mess like the ones I was used to living with Holmes. Two doors opened to what were the bedrooms of the tenants.

However, those were details in were I put my attention later. Because naturally, I focused all my attention on the body that was on the floor. He was face down, with the rigid face in an expression of frightening and surprise. His arms were stretched on the sides of his head. But what really shocked were the stabs on the back and the deep cut in his neck. Somehow the horror that I felt remind me the sensation that I had the first time that I went with Holmes in a case. Save that this time it was the other way around, before I had felt disgusted by the victim, now it was by who ever was capable of doing such crime.

But right then, the sound of some strong steps and retches distract me from my thoughts. Laurie had went out at the hallway, and sickened by the sight of his partner he could not help but to vomit right there. Holmes looked at me and while he took out his magnifying glass, said, 'Watson, wouldn't you mind to take care of our friend?'

I came out at the hallway and took care of the young Laurie. Physically he was fine, save for the fact that he had just vomit. It took him a bit away from the room were the crime had taken place and I managed to make him sit in a corner against a wall. After a while Holmes came out, while he put away his magnifying glass, accompanied by the two inspectors. Lestrade took Laurie to Scotland Yard to take his statement and Holmes approach me.

'Do you wish to accompany me to the library?' asked. 'There are certain things that I intend to ascertain and then back in Baker Street I might share with you some theories.'

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A.N.: Well, this is my first SH fic, so please be good, but I'm pretty proud of it. Please, tell me if the words aren't British English or if it are too informal. The translation is hard!!

And although this might no seem complete Hatson I assure you that it will be. But hey! This is just the beginning, I mean, you won't expect that Sherlock and Watson are going to just kiss each other and that will be.

And for those who now me, the drama hasn't arrive yet!!

Also, I would like to say that I'm proud of my first OC. He is there for a good reason in the future chapter. I hope that it didn't seem to Mary-Sue, because that's not what I'm trying too...
And plase, tell me that you figured out from where I took his name!!! Is easy just think what is my 'other' obsession!!

Hope you like it!!