Elementary, My Dear Cullen - Chapter 11

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the Great Detective.

Author's Note: Hopefully I can make this chapter longer than that last one! It was so hard to write! Ugh, homework is eating my soul. Can anyone relate? So I edited chapter one and now it doesn't match chapter two because I haven't quite finished editing chapter two yet. So if the first few chapters seem to have ADD or are bipolar, it's nothing major. I'll fix it. Enjoy!

The Closet - Room 426

Edward felt a familiar burn in the back of his throat. It had been at least a week since he had last fed. His current weaken state didn't help matters. He turned slightly to the side to look at Emily. She was sitting not two feet away, staring at him. Her worried thoughts made him smile.

"I'll be fine."

Half of her mouth turned up in an amused smile. "Is that so. I've been keeping track of you, you're health has been declining for the last two days. I know what you need, and I am willing to give it when the time comes."

He chuckled. The dead man's blood in his system was making him drowsy. "If you go back to Sam with anything more than a scratch, he'll have my head."

"Sam will be too occupied with tearing the Professor to pieces to notice you. I'm not going to force you, but if you ever need something in the way of food: I'm here."

Edward licked his lips. No one besides Bella had ever offered their blood to him willingly. Much less to save his life. "Thank you."

Rooms 216/217

Holmes sat in one of the room's more comfortable chairs and stared out the window. Smoke rose in grey wisps from his pipe. Carlisle sat the in next chair over, grimacing at the cloud of smoke circling Holmes' head.

"I know you don't approve of my habits, Carlisle; but as I can't die of lung cancer, I don't see why you're so put out."

Carlisle shook his head in wonder. He was used to having Edward read his mind; but to have a person apparently without any power know what he was thinking was a new experience. "I'm not put out by your smoking habits, Holmes. I'm thinking of Edward and Emily. From what you've said, they're locked in the closet together. Edward hasn't fed since last week; he's going to need blood soon."

The faintest trace of a smile crossed Holmes' face. "You needn't worry. The soon-to-be Mrs. Uley is a resourceful girl. She'll figure something out."

"Are you suggesting..."

"I am. If my predictions are correct, she has already offered it to him. And Edward, like the gentleman he is, has refused. However, he won't be able to for long."

At that moment, Bella tripped into the room. Carlisle was at her side in a second. "Are you alright, Bella?"

She stood shakily. "Yeah, it was just the threshold. I honestly don't know why they have those little metal things on them. It's like asking to be tripped," she paused, glancing at the smoke-ensconced Holmes. "I think you should go and check on my dad. He's still in the conference room. He doesn't look so good."

Carlisle frowned. "He's probably in shock. I'll go and see to him," he disappeared, leaving Bella alone with Holmes.

Holmes continued to smoke while placidly staring out the window. Bella sat on the couch, fidgeting absentmindedly with her fingers. It took her almost a full five minutes to muster up the courage to say something. "Mr. Holmes?"

He grunted.

"I was just wondering if you had figured out a way to free Edward and Emily."

Holmes glanced at her momentarily. "I have."

"Will you tell me?"

He sighed, turning from the window. "Must you know, no, don't answer that. As you know," he settled back into the armchair, drawing his legs up under his chin. "I have already set the seeds of a schism within the Moriarty organization. Now all we do is wait until he becomes so distrustful of his underlings that he dismisses all or most of them. Then, with the help of our newly arrived reinforcements, we can take Edward and Emily back and—"

"Wait a second; did you say that they were reinforcements? You knew that they were coming and you didn't tell Seth and I about it," Bella raised an eyebrow.

Holmes shrugged nonchalantly, chewing on the end of his pipe. "I called Carlisle and asked him if he would come up to help us. I, however, did not expect him to bring your father and the wolves. It was a miscalculation on my part."

"So you knew they were coming. Wonderful," she threw her hands up in the air and made an exasperated face. "You're responsible for the fact that I'm in the most trouble that I've ever been in and you don't have a concrete plan for getting Edward back. Wonderful, just wonderful."

"Are you really that childish," Holmes stared at her with his sharp, silver eyes.

"No," her shoulders slumped. "I'm not that childish. I'm simply frustrated. How long do you think that this plan of yours will take?"

"I haven't the slightest idea. However, Moriarty is not what you would call a trusting person. It should not be very long now."

Room 426

Professor Moriarty stared at the same view as Holmes had been not five minutes before. He cracked each individual knuckle. Snap, snap, snap. Was the information about a mole genuine, or just another one of Holmes' tricks? Moriarty shook his head. It had been some time since he had fed last, and he was beginning to feel the effects of his thirst.

He sniffed the air in languid curiosity. A few different humans were in the halls, two of the newborns were in the room. The back of his throat began to burn. "Go and get me a human," he snapped at one of the newborns.

Said newborn, a man named Simon, stood to attention before leaving the room. George, the remaining newborn, rolled his eyes.

Moriarty returned his gaze to the window. Deep gray clouds lined the Victoria skyline like so many puffs of pipe-smoke. He raised his lip in a contemptuous sneer. Where was that blasted newborn?

At that very moment, Simon burst back through the door with a man under his arm. "I got you this one, sir."

The Professor looked closely at the man under Simon's arm. Where had he seen him before? A wide smile spread across Moriarty's face. "Where did you find this man?"

Simon shrugged. "I think I jumped him right in front of room 216. Why?"

"No reason. However, because of you, we now have more leverage then I could have ever hoped for. Tie this man up and throw him in the closet."

"Sure thing, but why?"

The Professor sighed. Simon clearly lacked all basic deduction skills. "Because Charlie Swann is the father of Bella Swann, and letting him go would be a terrible shame."

Reviews!

Jane: I dunno. What does Denmark have? I mean, England has a bunch of cool stuff. Like tea, The Beatles, an awesome accent, and my best friend! How can you beat that!

mae-E: I'm not entirely sure what you mean by "does Holmes expect this". If you mean the whole taking over England thing, then no. Holmes has no clue that Moriarty is planning anything else but the kidnap and possible destruction of Edward and Emily.