Yay! I have fans! This is my first Sherlock Holmes fanfic. I have watched this show twice already. So this has some plot points that I think would have been in season 3, if they had made it. Please enjoy and review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd century.
There had been no major cases for several days now, it was making Holmes restless. Though that was not his biggest worry. His right hand was shaking, mostly tiny twitches. He had noticed as soon as he awoke that morning. Until he determined that it would interfere with a case, he could ignore it. No need to worry Lestrade or Watson over it.
Watson arrived to see Holmes playing the electronic violin with his other hand. "what are you doing Holmes?" the music was somewhat worse than his regular playing. "I am challenging myself to be ambidextrous." he adjusts the tune.
"Quite a useful skill Holmes." Watson nodded then sighs, shuffling his metal feet towards the silent computer. "I fear that boredom has consumed us all. I have checked my servos for anything wrong fourteen times in the last three days." he turns up the volume to hear the news lady. "new London celebrates the birth of the new baby boy of the royal family, press one for details. The latest episode of doctor who will be canceled due to the sudden death of the doctor, press two for details. A strange case of theft has occurred, ten laboratories hit at the same time, press three for details." the whining instrument stopped. Holmes pressed the number so fast the next word was left unspoken. The recording adjusted itself. "at 10: 14 pm last night ten laboratories were hit at the same time. The only DNA evidence found there belong to an unknown male with a possible genetic connection to our own inspector Lestrade of Scotland yard. The police are investigating this mysterious case." Holmes shut off the news and sat down to resume his music. (term to be taken loosely.) "a relation of the inspector's? What do you make of it Holmes? Perhaps a black sheep of the family?" Watson pondered, speculating to himself.
The news cameras ambushed Lestrade outside 221b Baker street. "inspector! How do you explain the incident?" "do you know who the culprit is?" "do you have any suspects?" "could it be a secret son you may have had?" these and several other questions were thrown at her. She growled as she pushed her way through. A green sleeve followed her in the door, only to be nearly crushed. She entered Holmes apartment, slamming the door behind her. "I'm going to arrest those hounds outside for hindering the investigation!" she yelled angrily. Holmes looked at her with a smile like nothing was wrong, that irritated her immensely. "yes, we have a case." she frowned, Holmes calmly put his violin down. "yes, ten laboratories and all at the same time. An intriguing case, let's get going." he pulled out his coat with a flourish. Lestrade refused to move from the doorway. "there is no way we are getting past that hoard." she brushed aside a frustrating strand of brown hair. "I know, that is why we are going around." he opened the door, forcing her aside, and left through the back. Watson and the inspector followed.
Holmes examined the crime scene as a scientist told them what he thinks happened, of course Lestrade wasn't listening. Strange, the only clue is a piece of paper with the letters sh and a hand print. Holmes found no other clues, either it was planted or Holmes is off his game. The first seeming more likely. His hand shook again but held the clue.
Except for the letters, every crime scene was the same. They returned to the loft to reexamine the clues. Watson rearranged them into every possible combination. He let out a gasp, "Holmes look!" the only combination that made sense was 'my dear Sherlock, prepare to die'.
Dun dun dunnn. Stay tuned for more.
