Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers!!!! I love you all!!! And a special
thanks to my reviews for chapter 5:
Aurora Magician: Thank you so much for reviewing again and I am glad you liked the story so far!!
mariteri: I thought the word looked wrong (stupid spell-check!!!!!! *Hits computer* owww!!) Thanks I'll make the correction
Es: Wow!!!! I actually have a devoted fan!!! I feel so honored!!!!
By the way this chapter is dedicated to MiChA for being the first (and so far only) person to put me on her favorites list THANK YOU
Anyway, thank you to everyone and now, on with... oh whoops forgot the disclaimer. I did that the other chapter too didn't I? K well....
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes, Watson or very many things for that matter, don't sue me!!!!
And Now REALLY on with ...
No Mere Victorian Woman
I sighed and eased my way back into the basket chair. So here I was at the legendary home of a legendary man in a feeble attempt to escape the endless string of life. What had I gained? Nothing. The only difference between now and a half hour ago were my surroundings. My eyes scanned the room; the walls were covered with shelves filled with books on chemistry, mathematics, crime records and maps. Mrs. Hudson was right to warn me, every surface (sometimes even including the floor) was piled with paper, documents and boxes. I walked over to what I thought to be his desk. With a goal of getting to know the Great Detective in mind, I shuffled through his papers, and found one interesting note written in code.
Nzdspgu,
Ibwf zpv boz qspcmfnt jo xijdi J nbz cf pg tfswjdf?
Zpus Cspuifs,
Tifsmpdl
At the sight of this I was puzzled, it appeared to be a previously sent telegram. I searched the note for some hint as to the key, and after a few minutes I found it. I practically hit myself for my stupidity. If I assumed that each letter stood for another letter (which because it was in the form of a note made sense) than the capitalized J meant that he was using a one letter word, that in order to be grammatically correct needed to be capitalized, in other words J stood for I. I looked at the relation ship between the two letters. J was one more letter than I. I used this key and found the letter to read:
Mycroft,
Have you any problems in which I may be of service?
Your brother,
Sherlock
Well I thought, Watson had not mentioned that Holmes had a brother. Unfortunately this was the only new information achieved by the telegraph but my mind had enjoyed the challenge. I heard the in-mistakable rattle of cup and saucer and quickly tossed the envelope one the desk as the door opened to reveal Mrs. Hudson, arms full of trays, biscuits, muffins, cookies, sugar and tea. Holmes had definitely predicted correctly. She laid all the tea things out on a tray.
"Here you are dearie, I'm sure Mr. Holmes will arrive any minute now." She answered reassuringly.
"Mmm" I said as I took a sip of my tea. I laid the cup on the saucer and replied. "I am sure you are right, in fact I believe he has arrived now." I had heard the clatter of footsteps up the stars and no sooner had they ceased that the door was once again opened to reveal the tall man I had seen not an hour before. "Holmes what a pleasure you could join us, would you care for some tea?"
Holmes sat down in the seat across from mine and fixed a cup for himself. Mrs. Hudson walked over to the door with a,
"I'll let the two of you get down to business then." And she was off.
We sipped our tea in silence for a few minutes. As a jest toward conversation I started.
" Two minds of with our," I paused searching for the right word, " Skills are easily prone to boredom are they not?"
"Our?" He acted as if he had just been compared to a rat. "I believe you are making a vast assumption with little to no data on your part, which proves your theory wrong, as I would never-"
I stood up furious. He had a reputation for his ego but I never believed it would make him blind to the blatantly obvious.
"Assume anything?" I finished for him. "Unless I am much mistaken, did you not say a mere three weeks ago you thought I could not 'fully comprehend' what you were about to say? I understood you quite well then and I would believe that from what you yourself witnessed you would have come to the same conclusion as I. Or perhaps I was wrong? Perhaps the legendary detective is not all he is brought up to be, perhaps he is so slow as not to realize the evidence of intelligence in anyone but himself."
The reaction I received from him was immensely rewarding. It was as if I had slapped him in the face. I sat down and did not even attempt to hide the smile that eased onto my lips. There was the rattle of carriage wheels outside the residence and I walked over to the window to witness the familiar Inspector walk up the steps and knock on the door.
"It appears we have a case." I stated.
As Holmes opened his mouth the door flew open and Lestrade walked in.
I turned my eyes away from the infuriated Detective. "Inspector Lestrade, a pleasure to see you again." I purred. Holmes was absolutely fuming. "What case has left the Yard puzzled?"
Lestrade's eyes jerked from me the Holmes. "Why Miss Raines," With one last frightened glance of Holmes. "Is this a bad time?"
"No proceed." Were the only words muttered by the Great Detective.
Unknown to me this was to become one of the biggest adventures of my life.
A/N: Please REVIEW!!!!
Aurora Magician: Thank you so much for reviewing again and I am glad you liked the story so far!!
mariteri: I thought the word looked wrong (stupid spell-check!!!!!! *Hits computer* owww!!) Thanks I'll make the correction
Es: Wow!!!! I actually have a devoted fan!!! I feel so honored!!!!
By the way this chapter is dedicated to MiChA for being the first (and so far only) person to put me on her favorites list THANK YOU
Anyway, thank you to everyone and now, on with... oh whoops forgot the disclaimer. I did that the other chapter too didn't I? K well....
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes, Watson or very many things for that matter, don't sue me!!!!
And Now REALLY on with ...
No Mere Victorian Woman
I sighed and eased my way back into the basket chair. So here I was at the legendary home of a legendary man in a feeble attempt to escape the endless string of life. What had I gained? Nothing. The only difference between now and a half hour ago were my surroundings. My eyes scanned the room; the walls were covered with shelves filled with books on chemistry, mathematics, crime records and maps. Mrs. Hudson was right to warn me, every surface (sometimes even including the floor) was piled with paper, documents and boxes. I walked over to what I thought to be his desk. With a goal of getting to know the Great Detective in mind, I shuffled through his papers, and found one interesting note written in code.
Nzdspgu,
Ibwf zpv boz qspcmfnt jo xijdi J nbz cf pg tfswjdf?
Zpus Cspuifs,
Tifsmpdl
At the sight of this I was puzzled, it appeared to be a previously sent telegram. I searched the note for some hint as to the key, and after a few minutes I found it. I practically hit myself for my stupidity. If I assumed that each letter stood for another letter (which because it was in the form of a note made sense) than the capitalized J meant that he was using a one letter word, that in order to be grammatically correct needed to be capitalized, in other words J stood for I. I looked at the relation ship between the two letters. J was one more letter than I. I used this key and found the letter to read:
Mycroft,
Have you any problems in which I may be of service?
Your brother,
Sherlock
Well I thought, Watson had not mentioned that Holmes had a brother. Unfortunately this was the only new information achieved by the telegraph but my mind had enjoyed the challenge. I heard the in-mistakable rattle of cup and saucer and quickly tossed the envelope one the desk as the door opened to reveal Mrs. Hudson, arms full of trays, biscuits, muffins, cookies, sugar and tea. Holmes had definitely predicted correctly. She laid all the tea things out on a tray.
"Here you are dearie, I'm sure Mr. Holmes will arrive any minute now." She answered reassuringly.
"Mmm" I said as I took a sip of my tea. I laid the cup on the saucer and replied. "I am sure you are right, in fact I believe he has arrived now." I had heard the clatter of footsteps up the stars and no sooner had they ceased that the door was once again opened to reveal the tall man I had seen not an hour before. "Holmes what a pleasure you could join us, would you care for some tea?"
Holmes sat down in the seat across from mine and fixed a cup for himself. Mrs. Hudson walked over to the door with a,
"I'll let the two of you get down to business then." And she was off.
We sipped our tea in silence for a few minutes. As a jest toward conversation I started.
" Two minds of with our," I paused searching for the right word, " Skills are easily prone to boredom are they not?"
"Our?" He acted as if he had just been compared to a rat. "I believe you are making a vast assumption with little to no data on your part, which proves your theory wrong, as I would never-"
I stood up furious. He had a reputation for his ego but I never believed it would make him blind to the blatantly obvious.
"Assume anything?" I finished for him. "Unless I am much mistaken, did you not say a mere three weeks ago you thought I could not 'fully comprehend' what you were about to say? I understood you quite well then and I would believe that from what you yourself witnessed you would have come to the same conclusion as I. Or perhaps I was wrong? Perhaps the legendary detective is not all he is brought up to be, perhaps he is so slow as not to realize the evidence of intelligence in anyone but himself."
The reaction I received from him was immensely rewarding. It was as if I had slapped him in the face. I sat down and did not even attempt to hide the smile that eased onto my lips. There was the rattle of carriage wheels outside the residence and I walked over to the window to witness the familiar Inspector walk up the steps and knock on the door.
"It appears we have a case." I stated.
As Holmes opened his mouth the door flew open and Lestrade walked in.
I turned my eyes away from the infuriated Detective. "Inspector Lestrade, a pleasure to see you again." I purred. Holmes was absolutely fuming. "What case has left the Yard puzzled?"
Lestrade's eyes jerked from me the Holmes. "Why Miss Raines," With one last frightened glance of Holmes. "Is this a bad time?"
"No proceed." Were the only words muttered by the Great Detective.
Unknown to me this was to become one of the biggest adventures of my life.
A/N: Please REVIEW!!!!