Chapter Seven: The Missing Fiancée and Cabin Fever Sets In

"Sit down, sir, and tell us your trouble," said Holmes, sitting in his armchair.

"Well, it's my fiancée, Mr. Holmes. She's been missing for several days, and no one's seen hide nor hair of my sweet Priscilla," said the young man who had introduced himself as Mr. Henri Pierre. "The local police are completely baffled, and my neighbor's sister told me to talk to you about it," he added.

"Well, I'll certainly look into it. Pray tell me the details of Miss Priscilla's disappearance," said Holmes.

"Certainly," replied Mr. Pierre.

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Meanwhile, Rover was in the next room, and he could hear everything. Rover decided that after today, Holmes wouldn't let Rover tag along on any more cases, even if he had solved Queen Hope's case. Rover still thought she should be the     Queen of Twinkies. Rover then decided to go sit in Holmes's room, and when he got there, he started thinking up fat jokes about Queen Hope. (A/N: Fat jokes would be like 'your mama's so fat when she sits on a rainbow, it rains Skittles', and such. I know they're mean, and I don't like them, either, but that's Rover for you.)

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After Henri Pierre left, Watson decided to wait until after the case to pursue his lecture about Rover, so he went to his room to mourn over the loss of one of his journals.

Holmes went in his own room, and found Rover sitting on the mantelpiece saying …so fat, when she steps on a scale it says to be continued! and, laughing about it.

"Rover, what did I tell you about saying those things," Holmes asked.

Not to say them. But, she's not here, so I can still say them! So, how'd the French dude's problem go, Sherlock?

"How do you know about Mr. Pierre's problem," asked Holmes.

Just a little good old fashioned espionage.

"Spying," asked Holmes incredulously.

"In Layman's terms, yes.

"You should not spy on other people's conversations, Rover," said Holmes.

I don't give a monkey's arse.

Holmes decided that intelligent conversation with Rover was hopeless at that point, and went back to the sitting room, hearing Rover make some more fat jokes, as he left.

In a few days, Holmes had solved Mr. Pierre's case, and Rover got a sudden bout of cabin fever. In an attempt to cure it, Rover started making blond jokes about Holmes and Watson. (Example: 'Two blonds walk into a mall; you'd think one of them would've seen it first 'becomes 'Sherlock and Dr. Watson walk into Scotland Yard; you'd think one of them would've seen it first.')

That worked for an hour, so then Rover rearranged Holmes's room, then put everything back where they were. That wasn't much help, either. So, Rover sat down, and tried to decide what the best cure for cabin fever was.

A/N: Well, that's it for chapter seven! In the next chapter, Rover finally decides what the best cure for cabin fever is, and annoys a lot of people outside of 221 B Baker Street, and I'll try to put in Watson's talk to Holmes. Not quite sure how it will go, and I welcome ideas!

Reviews:

Chibi Hermione: You know, I probably would've used that, as well.

Nooka: Rover thought putting worms into people's sandwiches would be quite funny, and in some countries, they're considered a delicacy. (I got the idea for that from the movie Brink! Everyone should see it if they haven't already. It rocks!)