A/N: Whee! I get to write again, and I get to not do homework again! Yay!
Enjoy!
***Holmes's Adventure***
Sherlock slipped through the shadows as easily as his disguise would allow and gazed around anxiously at the busy street. He was made up as a poor traveler so that others wouldn't be suspicious if he was found "overhearing" one of their more interesting conversations. He didn't have an informant yet, so he had decided early on that it would be best to find one, and quickly. Time was of the essence and he wanted to catch Striecher before he had a chance to escape town. With that final thought on the matter, he slouched down and slowly slipped into the busy street.
***Baker Street***
Jon awoke slowly from a nice dream, a phenomena that happened so infrequently that he was momentarily forgot who he was. He shook his head clear and straightened up in the armchair. He didn't know how long he had been asleep for but his back was aching like hell and his head was ringing. What was he doing again? Oh ya, being kidnapped and rescued. He sighed and rested his head in his hands, trying to wipe the embarrassing moment from his mind. How could he have been so stupid? How could he not think up an escape plan and wait like a baby for someone to come to his rescue?! How was he going to pay his rent!?! His head snapped up and he swore lightly. He had forgotten about getting fired. This wasn't good. That job was the only thing keeping his life afloat and he had blown it...but there was still a chance. Maybe the boss was so drunk in the bar that he wouldn't remember!
Jon stood up and walked around Holmes's house looking for someone to tell that he was leaving. It would be best to leave as soon as possible so he could head to the docks and try to get his job back. The sun was already beginning to set and the work stopped an hour past dusk. He passed through the study and into the kitchen. No body was there. But he could have sworn that he had heard Watson go in there. He waked back out into the front hallway and glanced around, and spotted a piece of paper on the table near the door. He picked it up and scanned it. It was to him from Watson, saying that he had left for the night, but that Jon was welcome to stay as long as he liked.
Jon smiled to himself, and scribbled a little note on the backside of the paper with a pen that he found lying next to it: "Watson (and/or Holmes)- I'm going home. If you need me for anything else, you can look for me at the docks, or if not there, then begging on the street corner." Jon grimaced. He really hoped it would not come to that; he had too much pride to lower himself that much... "Thank you for your hospitality but I have work to do. -Jonathan" Jon stared at his note for a moment. It seemed unfinished somehow. After a minute, he smirked and added on, "-Jonathan Moriarty".
As he set the paper down and stepped out the door into the refreshing late afternoon air, he felt happy for some reason, as if a weight had been taken off his shoulders, a secret had been revealed and he no longer had to hide it from others or from himself. He was a Moriarty, whether he liked it or not, but for some odd reason, he did like it. It explained something inside of him that had baffled him for the last five years, explained his own mystery, and he liked knowing the answers to any mystery.
He walked through the streets of London at a brisk pace, trying to make up for lost time that he had spent sleeping and finally made it to the docks just as the moon began to rise over the smoke laden horizon. Jon only had to look around once to spot his old boss Cunders. He took a deep breath, then sauntered over to the man, "Oi, Cunders! How goes things?"
The large man rounded on him with a look of frustration in his eyes, "Where have you been all day and yesterday?! We were short two people and you never showed up! What the hell were you doin'?!"
Jon smiled to himself and made a mental note that Cunders was a very forgetful person when drunk, and easily slipped into a lie. "Well, you see, I was planning on coming in early yesterday but I ran into a little trouble. I was mugged on my way down here, but I didn't have any money on me, so the guy kidnaps me, right? And so I find that I am stuck with some loony for a day and a half, tied up and the whole bit. But finally, the police of all people come and arrest the fellow, and one of them finds me in the closet and they take me in to be questioned, and they didn't let me go till dusk and then I hurried over here as quick as I could."
Cunders narrowed his eyes, "You expect me to believe that?"
Jon glanced around, "Um, ya..."
The man stared at him a little longer before making a small grunting noise and turning his back on Jon, "Just make sure it don't happen again!"
"Oh, don't worry..." Jon turned around and headed for the nearest dock to begin hauling in crates, "...I will..."
***Back at Bakers Street, the next day***
Watson sighed as he approached the door to 221B, took off his hat, and rapped lightly on the door. He heard footsteps headed coming over to the front door and finally Holmes opened it up and let Watson inside with a wave of his hand. The detective closed the door shut tightly and walked over into the study and took a seat in his normal chair, "What brings you over here so early Watson?"
"I was just curious about whether the boy accepted my invitation or not and by the looks of things, I would say that he hasn't."
"You're right Watson. When I arrived back here at nine o' clock he was gone, but he did leave you, and me, this lovely note of appreciation. I wanted to talk to you Watson, about your habit of inviting people to stay in my house..."
Watson read the letter, sighed again, and looked back up at his friend, "Well I wasn't about to let the poor lad trudge home to heaven knows what. He was exhausted and I had no idea when he was going to wake up...I felt that the decent thing to do would be to let him stay here again. Besides, you didn't really mind it the last time, did you?"
"Not as long as I will never have to do it again in my life. Moving on...I learned some interesting new fact about Mr. Streicher yesterday. It seems that he has had many problems lately with Moriarty and that this last mission was some sort of last test. Luckily for him, Streicher passed it, but just barely. I wasn't able to find out where he lives, but I was able to discover where about he works, and I'm sure the answer will interest you Watson..."
"What is it?"
"Moriarty's base of operation, for the moment anyway, is located in the main London harbor."
Watson frowned and thought for a moment. Why would that interest him? Holmes watched his friends face as he thought about it. Watson's eyes drifted around the room as he thought, and finally they fell upon the paper in his hands, and the answer struck him, "That's where Jon works, isn't it?"
Holmes smiled and nodded, "Yes, I believe so. I'm afraid that Jon isn't through with us quite as soon as he thought he would be."
Watson shook his head sadly, "Poor boy...I wonder how he will react when he learns that they have been under his nose the entire time..."
Holmes leaned in towards Watson, "I'm not so sure he doesn't know Watson..."
"Holmes! You can't be serious!"
"I am very serious Watson...Even if I am just making a unproven guess, I just want you to understand how risky the part that Jon is playing in this case is becoming. As long as Moriarty is anywhere near the docks, even if he is working with his son, he is not safe. Don't look at me like that Watson, I am telling you this because I believe that you have the right to know, not because I am trying to scare you, or something ridiculous like that...I only want you to be ready for whatever happens next and to try and think of this case just as you would any other, and not get attached to it..."
Watson looked down at his shoes, "I will try my best Holmes, but it is a little too late for that lecture..."
"It is never to late! Now, I promised my other client that I would see him again today. I made the meeting while you were away and am afraid to say that I had really hoped that this other case would've been wrapped up by now, but people keep messing everything up!"
Watson nodded and stood up, "Should I leave then?"
"Heavens no! Stay here! That young man is as dull as a brick, and about as well-rounded too...I will need you to keep me in check, for I am afraid last time I was getting quite frustrated with him. He has a horrid memory and it is almost impossible to dig out the simplest, most obvious fact from his mind about who might want to his uncle's will and who has a motive to change it."
Watson smiled and sat back down in his chair as he heard a knock at the door, "Well, at least he is punctual."
Holmes grimaced and stood up, adjusted his robe before he stood up, "The worst part of allowing Mrs. Hudson to take a holiday is that I have to answer to door..." Watson just smiled wider and shook his head happily as Holmes showed his guest into the study.
A/N: No! I have to go back to doing homework! Life is so unfair...*sniffle**grinz* Anyways, if you read this chapter, please review! I don't care what you right, comments, questions, whatevers (as long as they're not too harsh...), I just like to know how many people are actually reading my story!
***Holmes's Adventure***
Sherlock slipped through the shadows as easily as his disguise would allow and gazed around anxiously at the busy street. He was made up as a poor traveler so that others wouldn't be suspicious if he was found "overhearing" one of their more interesting conversations. He didn't have an informant yet, so he had decided early on that it would be best to find one, and quickly. Time was of the essence and he wanted to catch Striecher before he had a chance to escape town. With that final thought on the matter, he slouched down and slowly slipped into the busy street.
***Baker Street***
Jon awoke slowly from a nice dream, a phenomena that happened so infrequently that he was momentarily forgot who he was. He shook his head clear and straightened up in the armchair. He didn't know how long he had been asleep for but his back was aching like hell and his head was ringing. What was he doing again? Oh ya, being kidnapped and rescued. He sighed and rested his head in his hands, trying to wipe the embarrassing moment from his mind. How could he have been so stupid? How could he not think up an escape plan and wait like a baby for someone to come to his rescue?! How was he going to pay his rent!?! His head snapped up and he swore lightly. He had forgotten about getting fired. This wasn't good. That job was the only thing keeping his life afloat and he had blown it...but there was still a chance. Maybe the boss was so drunk in the bar that he wouldn't remember!
Jon stood up and walked around Holmes's house looking for someone to tell that he was leaving. It would be best to leave as soon as possible so he could head to the docks and try to get his job back. The sun was already beginning to set and the work stopped an hour past dusk. He passed through the study and into the kitchen. No body was there. But he could have sworn that he had heard Watson go in there. He waked back out into the front hallway and glanced around, and spotted a piece of paper on the table near the door. He picked it up and scanned it. It was to him from Watson, saying that he had left for the night, but that Jon was welcome to stay as long as he liked.
Jon smiled to himself, and scribbled a little note on the backside of the paper with a pen that he found lying next to it: "Watson (and/or Holmes)- I'm going home. If you need me for anything else, you can look for me at the docks, or if not there, then begging on the street corner." Jon grimaced. He really hoped it would not come to that; he had too much pride to lower himself that much... "Thank you for your hospitality but I have work to do. -Jonathan" Jon stared at his note for a moment. It seemed unfinished somehow. After a minute, he smirked and added on, "-Jonathan Moriarty".
As he set the paper down and stepped out the door into the refreshing late afternoon air, he felt happy for some reason, as if a weight had been taken off his shoulders, a secret had been revealed and he no longer had to hide it from others or from himself. He was a Moriarty, whether he liked it or not, but for some odd reason, he did like it. It explained something inside of him that had baffled him for the last five years, explained his own mystery, and he liked knowing the answers to any mystery.
He walked through the streets of London at a brisk pace, trying to make up for lost time that he had spent sleeping and finally made it to the docks just as the moon began to rise over the smoke laden horizon. Jon only had to look around once to spot his old boss Cunders. He took a deep breath, then sauntered over to the man, "Oi, Cunders! How goes things?"
The large man rounded on him with a look of frustration in his eyes, "Where have you been all day and yesterday?! We were short two people and you never showed up! What the hell were you doin'?!"
Jon smiled to himself and made a mental note that Cunders was a very forgetful person when drunk, and easily slipped into a lie. "Well, you see, I was planning on coming in early yesterday but I ran into a little trouble. I was mugged on my way down here, but I didn't have any money on me, so the guy kidnaps me, right? And so I find that I am stuck with some loony for a day and a half, tied up and the whole bit. But finally, the police of all people come and arrest the fellow, and one of them finds me in the closet and they take me in to be questioned, and they didn't let me go till dusk and then I hurried over here as quick as I could."
Cunders narrowed his eyes, "You expect me to believe that?"
Jon glanced around, "Um, ya..."
The man stared at him a little longer before making a small grunting noise and turning his back on Jon, "Just make sure it don't happen again!"
"Oh, don't worry..." Jon turned around and headed for the nearest dock to begin hauling in crates, "...I will..."
***Back at Bakers Street, the next day***
Watson sighed as he approached the door to 221B, took off his hat, and rapped lightly on the door. He heard footsteps headed coming over to the front door and finally Holmes opened it up and let Watson inside with a wave of his hand. The detective closed the door shut tightly and walked over into the study and took a seat in his normal chair, "What brings you over here so early Watson?"
"I was just curious about whether the boy accepted my invitation or not and by the looks of things, I would say that he hasn't."
"You're right Watson. When I arrived back here at nine o' clock he was gone, but he did leave you, and me, this lovely note of appreciation. I wanted to talk to you Watson, about your habit of inviting people to stay in my house..."
Watson read the letter, sighed again, and looked back up at his friend, "Well I wasn't about to let the poor lad trudge home to heaven knows what. He was exhausted and I had no idea when he was going to wake up...I felt that the decent thing to do would be to let him stay here again. Besides, you didn't really mind it the last time, did you?"
"Not as long as I will never have to do it again in my life. Moving on...I learned some interesting new fact about Mr. Streicher yesterday. It seems that he has had many problems lately with Moriarty and that this last mission was some sort of last test. Luckily for him, Streicher passed it, but just barely. I wasn't able to find out where he lives, but I was able to discover where about he works, and I'm sure the answer will interest you Watson..."
"What is it?"
"Moriarty's base of operation, for the moment anyway, is located in the main London harbor."
Watson frowned and thought for a moment. Why would that interest him? Holmes watched his friends face as he thought about it. Watson's eyes drifted around the room as he thought, and finally they fell upon the paper in his hands, and the answer struck him, "That's where Jon works, isn't it?"
Holmes smiled and nodded, "Yes, I believe so. I'm afraid that Jon isn't through with us quite as soon as he thought he would be."
Watson shook his head sadly, "Poor boy...I wonder how he will react when he learns that they have been under his nose the entire time..."
Holmes leaned in towards Watson, "I'm not so sure he doesn't know Watson..."
"Holmes! You can't be serious!"
"I am very serious Watson...Even if I am just making a unproven guess, I just want you to understand how risky the part that Jon is playing in this case is becoming. As long as Moriarty is anywhere near the docks, even if he is working with his son, he is not safe. Don't look at me like that Watson, I am telling you this because I believe that you have the right to know, not because I am trying to scare you, or something ridiculous like that...I only want you to be ready for whatever happens next and to try and think of this case just as you would any other, and not get attached to it..."
Watson looked down at his shoes, "I will try my best Holmes, but it is a little too late for that lecture..."
"It is never to late! Now, I promised my other client that I would see him again today. I made the meeting while you were away and am afraid to say that I had really hoped that this other case would've been wrapped up by now, but people keep messing everything up!"
Watson nodded and stood up, "Should I leave then?"
"Heavens no! Stay here! That young man is as dull as a brick, and about as well-rounded too...I will need you to keep me in check, for I am afraid last time I was getting quite frustrated with him. He has a horrid memory and it is almost impossible to dig out the simplest, most obvious fact from his mind about who might want to his uncle's will and who has a motive to change it."
Watson smiled and sat back down in his chair as he heard a knock at the door, "Well, at least he is punctual."
Holmes grimaced and stood up, adjusted his robe before he stood up, "The worst part of allowing Mrs. Hudson to take a holiday is that I have to answer to door..." Watson just smiled wider and shook his head happily as Holmes showed his guest into the study.
A/N: No! I have to go back to doing homework! Life is so unfair...*sniffle**grinz* Anyways, if you read this chapter, please review! I don't care what you right, comments, questions, whatevers (as long as they're not too harsh...), I just like to know how many people are actually reading my story!