A/N- I know this has been done a million times, but I want to have my own go at it. My first piece, so the only criticism that will be accepted is CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. WARNING: This is probably not going to be any good, and will in all likelihood not be finished. Also, I am very bad at responding to messages, so reviews and PMs will probably not be acknowledged. Not to be rude. I am just extremely lazy.

Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson do not belong to me, they belong to ACD.

Chapter One

Of course this occurs last thing Friday afternoon. I was sitting behind my desk at the small police station, rather bored, as it had been an unusually uneventful, and rainy day, even for Plano. I wondered why Dallas got all the excitement. Despite the thunder, I was deeply immersed in a book (okay, fine! The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, to be exact) and therefore did not hear the door opening until the two dripping wet men were standing completely in my office. With a start, I snapped the book closed, feeling a little guilty.

"How may I be of ser-" I abruptly stopped, getting my first good look at the two men, who were both dressed in Victorian clothing. One was tall and rather thin, and his grey eyes were looking at the WANTED posters; his face was expressionless. The second man was of an average height, and he had kind hazel eyes and a moustache. "No way, there is no freakin' way I'm seeing this," I muttered disbelievingly, glancing with wide eyes at the cover of the book, and then back at the two men. They looked uncannily similar to the famous duo on the cover of my book.

"Is something wrong, miss?" the second man asked in British accent.

"Please tell me you two are NOT a Mr. Sherlock Holmes and a Dr. John Watson. Please tell me that you aren't…" I answered, which was quite an amazing feat, seeing as my jaw was slack with disbelief.

"I am afraid that we are, Miss Willow." The first man- Sherlock freakin' Holmes- if he was to be believed- which I regrettably did not doubt- he also spoke in a British accent, and he knew my name, even though I had not told him.

"Please, call me Riley." I managed to get out, my expression slowly morphing from that of disbelief to that of giddiness. I had always been a big fan, and had read the each of the doctor's stories multiple times. "It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Holmes," I said, grinning, offering out my hand, which he reluctantly shook. "The same goes to you, Doctor," I said, offering my hand to him, which, in contrast to his companion, he warmly shook.

"I'm going to have to say something, and I might as well get it over with." I cleared my throat and continued. "You went from Victorian England to twenty-first century America. Plano, Texas, to be precise. A suburb of Dallas." They just stared. Holmes had what I would bet was the most amount of surprise that he had ever shown in his life on his face. The doctor's jaw went slack, then shut, but Watson's eyes were still wide.

Realizing that they must be cold, I strode over to the gas fireplace. I was taking the appearance of two literary characters remarkably well. And they were taking the time travel even better. "Want me to light the fire?"

As Watson replied in the affirmative, Holmes brought to my attention that I was missing a match. "No problem, Mr. Holmes. I don't need one."

"Ah, I might have guessed that things have changed in a hundred and seven years. Although I must regrettably say I am curious as to how one can light a fire without a match."

I did not bother to ask how he had managed to deduce the exact number of years, seeing as he was Sherlock Holmes. 107 years… Calculating in my head, I realized that they had been transported from about six months after the events of The Empty House. "Like this," I said instead, and flipped the switch. At this, Holmes raised an eyebrow, muttering something about how maybe not all police were incompetent fools, and the doctor visibly started. I let them dry in front of the fire for several minutes, and I grinned as I realized that Watson was looking at the book I had abandoned with a small smile.

I couldn't believe I had the fortune to have my two heroes in my own office! I was snapped out of my thoughts by the Doctor, who was talking.

"Thank you, Miss Wil- Riley. I am very sorry to be of imposition to you," Watson apologized.

"Not at all, Doctor," I replied. Is he kidding me? This is the best day of my whole life!

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