A.N. Hey, guys. This is a story based off of the new TV series done by the BBC, Sherlock. Any Sherlock Holmes fan who hasn't checked it out, should. Look it up on YouTube, it's a great series that is Sherlock Holmes in modern times. No, it's not a "Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd century" rip off. Sherlock was supposedly born, raised, and currently lives in modern times. Anyway, this is also based off of the Enola Holmes series. Again, all Sherlock Holmes fans should check this series out. Neither of these two series have their own categories, so this is going in Sherlock Holmes. I've updated Enola Holmes the way Sherlock Holmes was updated in the series Sherlock.
Update: Turns out, Sherlock has it's own category. Sweet! Enola Holmes still doesn't :( but I'm throwing this in Sherlock. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing.
"After another successful case closed by Sherlock Holmes, the city sleeps soundly knowing that the criminal is in bars."
"That is until another crime is committed."
"Is there a reason you are so cynical or were you born that way?"
Sherlock looked at his good friend and partner in fighting crime, Dr. Watson, and smiled slightly.
"Dinner?"
"I thought you'd never ask. It's late, so dim-sung again?" Watson asked his good friend and part time babysitting charge, Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock didn't reply, only kept walking forward, but this time with the intent of getting a cab. They were interrupted by a phone ringing. Sherlock pulled out his phone and answered it.
"Hello?" Watson could hear a hurried mumbling on the other end of the line that made Sherlock grow more worried and urgent as it went on.
"8 o'clock. I'll be there." Sherlock continued walking, but Watson could tell that something was wrong, severely.
"Sherlock. What happened?" Watson asked the detective as he rushed down the street. When Sherlock didn't answer, Watson grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.
"What happened?" Watson demanded.
"My mother. She's disappeared."
It's short. It's a Prologe. New chapter next Monday.
