A/N: OK, once again, I own close to nothing in this story. Heck, I own NOTHING AT ALL here. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. I tried to make this an interesting investigation. ;)

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Chapter 3

We reached the scene shortly past the hour, and were surprised to see that Lestrade had withheld his "troops" until our arrival, for Holmes was always angered by their disorganisation.

"Happy, Holmes?" inquired an impatient Lestrade. A simple "yes" was his response.

"Nothing has been touched, I presume?" he asked.

"Nothing at all, save the ground."

"Hum, the event's large attendance will make it hard to search for anything. So, what has made this simple mishap a police affair?"

"Her Majesty has been receiving threats the past few days. The party was mentioned in the most recent."

"Have you any of these?"

"Yes, the last three."

"Let me see them."

The notes were written with a most illegible scrawl. The first read:

[Watch out. Your time is almost up. Only 3 more days.] "As you see, that was three days ago," commented Lestrade. "This is from two days ago:"

[The police ?can not help you. Time to find a new queen!] "And the third, Lestrade?"

[See? you at the party--for the last time!]

"Excellent. Time to go to work." We set off through the courtyard searching for anything that may help us.

He hadn't even pulled out his lens yet, but was quickly striding toward the fireworks stand. Or should I say the crater where it used to stand! The explosion had blown apart the launch pad and had left a remarkable indentation upon the mall.

Holmes first walked over to an intact piece of the launch pad. It was a sheet of some extremely durable metal, possibly steel, for the Queen could surely afford it. It was approximately one foot by five, to keep the missile on trajectory.

He then moved into the pit itself. It was a charred mass of plant material and soil, save some shards of metal at the bottom.

"Watson, stay here. I trust you will not be offended, for you know my methods."

He left me for his lens at this time, and began searching up and down the crater, mainly in the centre. He went on like this for some minutes.

"Halloah! Aha!" Apparently he'd found whatever it was he was looking for. We jumped out and without a word left for the hansom.

"Thank you for your time, Lestrade. You may raid the premises."

"What? You have everything you need to make a case?"

"Perhaps. You may see me back if my hypothesis fails, but it seems to hold fast so far."

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The ride home was a silent one. Holmes sat meditating, while I observed the mundanes of the city. When we arrived at 221B Baker Street, Sherlock simply walked into our lodgings. I had to pay the driver and thank him.

I had barely stepped inside when Holmes began performing tests upon whatever it was he found in the crater. I sighed and retired to my rooms, for I knew I would not hear a word from Holmes for a few days.

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Interesting, no? I tried to work in what Doyle would have said in this chapter. I need reviews, please!