Chapter 7!!!! Reviewers THANK YOU!!!!!!!
Aurora Magician: Yes I know it was cruel to leave you like that, but I am updating now aren't I? I am very glad you enjoyed the last chapter and I hope you like this one just as much!
March Hare: You have NO idea how you readers feel when you leave us with a cliffhanger. *Brings out boxes of Chocolates kneels and begs* Please, Please, Please update BST!!!! But I am glad you liked the chapter and I will try to make this one longer.
Oh, and to clear up where Watson is, yes he is married but he will come into the story eventually I promise!!!
Disclaimer: Stuff belongs to ACD
No Mere Victorian Woman
Lestrade sighed, "Very well then, there has been a murder. The man was a Henry Farthing, an accountant. The Yard has confirmed that he returned to his flat at approximately ten PM last evening, but there are little to no clues and-"
"Who found the body?" Holmes questioned.
"The manager, a Miss Grodsmith."
"And after she immediately went to the Yard?"
"Yes."
"If you will give me the address?"
"I have a four-wheeler waiting outside to take us back, Miss Raines if you will excuse us?"
"No need." I answered, "I am coming with you."
"This is no place for a lady-"
"It may be no place for the type of lady you have in mind, Inspector but I assure you I am not one of them."
We walked down the steps and I had barely enough time to wave goodbye and a thank you to Mrs. Hudson before I climbed into the cab and found myself seated next to Lestrade and across from Holmes (who still eyed me with irritation).
As we approached the flat I noticed, perhaps ten constables and Inspectors mulling about. I stepped out of the four-wheeler only to be examined by everyone.
"Lestrade what are you doing bringing a lady to a murder scene, oh and I see you had to go crawling to Mr. Holmes, the armature."
"Really Inspector Gregson, you ego is almost larger than Holmes's, and that is quite an accomplishment. And judging by the fact that you yourself are not investigating anything at the moment I would say that it's a pity your mind is not half that." I rebuked.
I heard Holmes and Lestrade chuckle behind me.
"Young lady, wait I know who you are, Miss. Raines, the actress, what are you doing here? And why? This is no place for a lady." I inwardly groaned. Why did I have to put up with this?
"Quick one isn't he? And for your information Inspector Gregson I am here to investigate a murder."
"Now Miss. Raines," This from Lestrade "I understood you were coming but I had heard nothing of you actually investigating anything."
"Well then I am glad to have informed you, you can imagine how difficult it would be having constables and inspectors getting in my way, can't you?"
I did not stand there long enough for them to protest but instead headed toward the building (carefully making sure I did not step on any type of evidence). I followed the trail of yard employees until I had found the door to the flat. No one was around; I figured they had cleared them out in anticipation of the arrival of Holmes.
I had never seen a corps before, or in that case a real one. Dummies had been strewn back stage for the occasional murder mystery show but my eyes dreaded the sight of warm flesh. I scanned the walls and floor for any other clues but my mind knew all too well that the largest source of information would come from the untold stories of the victim. Slowly my eyes moved from his leather boots, worn from walking up to his frayed coat, and the horrifying but inevitable sight of his face. His blue eyes were frozen etched with fear, and the wall behind him I noticed was splattered with blood. I in took a small breath. I must admit after the first initial shock I simply forced myself to deal with it.
At first look it appeared that Farthing had suffered from a gunshot wound through the temple, but in order to receive the full data I would need autopsy results. I heard a familiar voice at my shoulder.
"Well, shall we proceed?"
A/N: Chapter 7 done!!! Yeah!!!! Ok what do you think? Should I continue? Please Review!!!!!!
~Russell
Aurora Magician: Yes I know it was cruel to leave you like that, but I am updating now aren't I? I am very glad you enjoyed the last chapter and I hope you like this one just as much!
March Hare: You have NO idea how you readers feel when you leave us with a cliffhanger. *Brings out boxes of Chocolates kneels and begs* Please, Please, Please update BST!!!! But I am glad you liked the chapter and I will try to make this one longer.
Oh, and to clear up where Watson is, yes he is married but he will come into the story eventually I promise!!!
Disclaimer: Stuff belongs to ACD
No Mere Victorian Woman
Lestrade sighed, "Very well then, there has been a murder. The man was a Henry Farthing, an accountant. The Yard has confirmed that he returned to his flat at approximately ten PM last evening, but there are little to no clues and-"
"Who found the body?" Holmes questioned.
"The manager, a Miss Grodsmith."
"And after she immediately went to the Yard?"
"Yes."
"If you will give me the address?"
"I have a four-wheeler waiting outside to take us back, Miss Raines if you will excuse us?"
"No need." I answered, "I am coming with you."
"This is no place for a lady-"
"It may be no place for the type of lady you have in mind, Inspector but I assure you I am not one of them."
We walked down the steps and I had barely enough time to wave goodbye and a thank you to Mrs. Hudson before I climbed into the cab and found myself seated next to Lestrade and across from Holmes (who still eyed me with irritation).
As we approached the flat I noticed, perhaps ten constables and Inspectors mulling about. I stepped out of the four-wheeler only to be examined by everyone.
"Lestrade what are you doing bringing a lady to a murder scene, oh and I see you had to go crawling to Mr. Holmes, the armature."
"Really Inspector Gregson, you ego is almost larger than Holmes's, and that is quite an accomplishment. And judging by the fact that you yourself are not investigating anything at the moment I would say that it's a pity your mind is not half that." I rebuked.
I heard Holmes and Lestrade chuckle behind me.
"Young lady, wait I know who you are, Miss. Raines, the actress, what are you doing here? And why? This is no place for a lady." I inwardly groaned. Why did I have to put up with this?
"Quick one isn't he? And for your information Inspector Gregson I am here to investigate a murder."
"Now Miss. Raines," This from Lestrade "I understood you were coming but I had heard nothing of you actually investigating anything."
"Well then I am glad to have informed you, you can imagine how difficult it would be having constables and inspectors getting in my way, can't you?"
I did not stand there long enough for them to protest but instead headed toward the building (carefully making sure I did not step on any type of evidence). I followed the trail of yard employees until I had found the door to the flat. No one was around; I figured they had cleared them out in anticipation of the arrival of Holmes.
I had never seen a corps before, or in that case a real one. Dummies had been strewn back stage for the occasional murder mystery show but my eyes dreaded the sight of warm flesh. I scanned the walls and floor for any other clues but my mind knew all too well that the largest source of information would come from the untold stories of the victim. Slowly my eyes moved from his leather boots, worn from walking up to his frayed coat, and the horrifying but inevitable sight of his face. His blue eyes were frozen etched with fear, and the wall behind him I noticed was splattered with blood. I in took a small breath. I must admit after the first initial shock I simply forced myself to deal with it.
At first look it appeared that Farthing had suffered from a gunshot wound through the temple, but in order to receive the full data I would need autopsy results. I heard a familiar voice at my shoulder.
"Well, shall we proceed?"
A/N: Chapter 7 done!!! Yeah!!!! Ok what do you think? Should I continue? Please Review!!!!!!
~Russell