Hiyah! This is for Rose with Thorns because she actually reviewed this story and seems to be one of the only people that actually understand what I'm trying to write here! This is also for Fire's Dew, who also reviewed. I think they're the only people who have read this story, but that's perfectly okay with me. I'm used to it by now! Hope you enjoy it!!!

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Disclaimer: Yeah, we all know. I don't own any of the characters, unless I make up my own!!! Talk latah!

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Lestrade was driving in her hovercar, slamming on the brakes because of the guy in front of her slamming on his brakes. She was too preoccupied to even swear, though. (That's telling you a lot; she says "zed" a lot when she's angry. I mean a lot!) Holmes had better not leave his rooms before I get back from talking with the kids, she thought to herself. I've gotta talk to him...I think I know what's bothering him, but I want to run it through to the Irregulars first. I just hope I'm wrong.

A few minutes later, she was at her apartment, running up the steps. They weren't there yet. She went into her room and got out her old trunk. Her old trunk contained a bunch of junk, like face paint, fake hair, hair dye, and different costumes. The costumes were new (compared to the rest of the stuff, which was over a century old); she changed into a long red dress, putting on high heels, too. She then colored her hair black, put some wrinkles near her eyes and mouth, and changed her eye color to brown with a laser she found at the bottom of the trunk.

There was a knock at the door just as she was finishing up with her eyes. She quickly ran out of her room (or as best she could with high-heels on) and greeted the three young people at the door.

"I'm very sorry, but Miss Lestrade isn't here at the moment; she was detained by something or other. She told me to let you in and explain why she wanted you here myself."

The three walked in. Well, two walked and the young boy with blonde hair hovered in with a hover chair. He didn't say anything, just typed on his keyboard. They keyboard made sounds like "Beep, whirr..."

"Hmm?" said the lady in red.

The young woman with short brown hair, Deidre, spoke up. "Tennyson wants to know where Lestrade is."

"Here, sit down and I'll explain." They all took a seat. She stayed standing. She started to explain.

"Miss Lestrade isn't here right now because she is off on a mission. She won't be back for some time, but needs you to make sure everything is all right while she is gone. She wants you to pay specific attention to a Mr. Holmes that she mentioned. She said that he has not been himself lately and is worried about him. That is about it."

Wiggins asked, "Where is she? And who are you?"

"For the first, she is on a mission in a different country. For the second, I am her distant cousin, Alicia Kendrickson. It has been nice to chat with you, but I need to do some things. If you would excuse me..." She was, in other words, politely telling them to leave.

Their heads were still filled with questions, but they decided not to press their luck and left. She shut the door behind them and went out the back way. She got into her hovercar and started the engine, saying to herself, "Now it's time to make a visit to Holmes. I wonder if he'll notice me for me or for Alicia."

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"Holmes, what is the matter? You have been pacing this room like a restless tiger pent up in a tiny cage!"

"That is because, in a way, I am."

"Is there anything I can do?" There was concern in Watson's eyes as he asked Holmes that question. At least, as much concern as can show in a computeroid's eyes.

"No, no," Holmes responded, distractedly. "I just need to think alone. Just more data...I cannot accuse anyone without sufficient data! I'll be fine, once I clear up something that has been bothering me for a long time." He walked out of the room and into his bedroom.

In his bedroom, he brooded. "She must be connected with all of this...but how?" he asked himself. "Miss Kendrickson must be an accomplice of Moriarty! All of the evidence I have gathered leads to that conclusion...it is a good thing I decided to make sure Lestrade didn't hear any of this. She wouldn't stand for being left out. She'd just run head-first into it and then...well..."

His thoughts were interrupted by Watson, saying, "Holmes, there's someone at the door for you. A Miss Alicia Kendrickson, I believe she told me."