Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock Holmes
AN: I thought I'd try my hand at the 221b challenge. I fairly recently have rediscovered Sherlock Holmes and thought I'd try my hand at a drabble (or two).
Holmes had never been fond of the fairer sex. I must admit, I could become quite exasperated with his mistrust, founded or unfounded. Now, at least, I do not doubt his mistrust of the servant of Lady Catherine, and indeed Lady Catherine herself, and if I had shared his opinion of the two ladies- and I use that term quite loosely- I would have saved myself a good deal of trouble.
Holmes was off questioning the lady of the house, after instructing me to stay in the parlor and see what I could find. Neither of us truly anticipated the danger of the situation, though I suspect Holmes did better then I. I only glanced up when the servant girl entered the room. She greeted me politely enough, and I paid her no mind as she went about her duties.
I stood at the mantel, examining a portrait when she came up behind me. I started to turn, intending on asking her just who the subject was, but was shoved hard toward the fireplace. Cracking my head on the mantel, I stared up dazed at her.
"What…?"
"I do as my lady commands, Doctor" she said, her tone cool but with a flash of excited fire in her eyes.
"Watson!"
I heard Holmes' cry just before the knife entered my back.