Hi!!!! I'm back!! Didja miss me? Ok, because I'm a H/L lover, I' am making
this the sequel to "The Christmas Wish". THERE IS NOT ENOUGH H/L OUT
THERE!!!!
OK, it doesn't start out so good, but bear with me; it'll get better. I
would also like better ideas from all of ya out there and if ya don't like
the title do you have a better one? I'll stop yakking on get on with the
story. H/L FOREVER!!!!!
Circumstantial Evidence
Ch. 1
BRRIIIIIINNGGGG!!!!!!!!!
"Mrrphhzzzzzzzzzzz............zedding alarm!
Lestrade groggily raised herself out of bed and shut off the alarm. Well, she actually beat the living zed out of it, but the result was the same, it finally buzzed twice and died. She sat there for a while thinking of the happenings of the night before. She glanced at her alarm clock, or what was left of it.
"Now why did you have to do that? You just ruined my dream!"
The alarm clock didn't answer.
Lestrade sighed.
"And it was a wonderful dream too."
Thinking back, she wondered if the night before was also a dream. Had Holmes really kissed her? She thought about those few seconds of pleasure. They were the best few seconds of her life. She never thought a kiss would make her feel that way, but, coming from Holmes, the effect it had on her was unbelievable. Every thought was on Holmes and the future. A part of her mind was screaming at her. This is Sherlock Holmes! Your idol! You're falling in love with a figure of the 19th Century! But her heart won the battle reminding her: You're in love with the greatest man on the planet, nothing else matters. With that in mind she smiled and started to dress. She suddenly stopped and laughed.
Deirdre would have a field day if she knew about this!
* *
*
Holmes, on the other hand, was still lying in bed, thinking about what had happened. Did he really kiss her? He was surprised that the thought hadn't bothered him in the least. He loved Lestrade, and nothing could change it, but, knowing that he loved her, made him very worried about her safety. After all, Moriarty IS a criminal genius, and he knew how to hit Holmes where it hurt most, his heart. He suddenly was angered at the thought of Moriarty even coming near Lestrade and he couldn't believe she had that much of an effect on him. He never felt this way about anyone. He suddenly smiled.
Thank God Deirdre doesn't know about this.
* *
*
"I got it!"
Wiggins looked up from the book he was reading.
"You got what exactly Deirdre?"
Deirdre smiled.
"I have the evidence!"
"Evidence?"
"Of Mr. 'Olmes and the Inspector!" Deirdre announced.
"I caught them red handed!"
Wiggins rolled his eyes.
"Don't tell me you're still on about getting those two together?"
Deirdre giggled.
"It wasn't that hard, they got together on their own!"
Wiggins smiled.
"Whatever you say, Deirdre."
"Oh, I'll show you!"
Deirdre reached into her backpack and shuffled through its contents. After a while of searching she let out a gasp of surprise and looked suspiciously at Wiggins and Tennyson.
"OK, what did you do with it?"
"Do with what?"
"Don't play innocent with me, where's the picture?" Deirdre said.
"I just had it developed!"
Wiggins frowned.
"Whoa, now, wait a minute! We didn't take anything!"
"Beep Whur Beep Beep!"
"Tennyson's right, maybe you dropped it."
Wiggins looked up at Deirdre.
"Maybe you should retrace your steps. We could look in all the places you were just at."
Deirdre smiled.
"Good idea! Lets go!"
* * *
Not so far away......
"But Mazter, vhy are ve planning zis now, on Christmas?"
"Because, you fool, Christmas is one of the busiest times of the year! People will be buying gifts and going to parties, it's the perfect time to catch them unawares. Even that nosy detective gets in the Christmas spirit!"
Moriarty stopped and looked down.
"Now, what's this?"
In the case he picked up was a stack of newly developed pictures, but none were as breathtaking as the first.
"Well, well." Moriarty smiled.
"This is an interesting development."
* * *
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Circumstantial Evidence
Ch. 1
BRRIIIIIINNGGGG!!!!!!!!!
"Mrrphhzzzzzzzzzzz............zedding alarm!
Lestrade groggily raised herself out of bed and shut off the alarm. Well, she actually beat the living zed out of it, but the result was the same, it finally buzzed twice and died. She sat there for a while thinking of the happenings of the night before. She glanced at her alarm clock, or what was left of it.
"Now why did you have to do that? You just ruined my dream!"
The alarm clock didn't answer.
Lestrade sighed.
"And it was a wonderful dream too."
Thinking back, she wondered if the night before was also a dream. Had Holmes really kissed her? She thought about those few seconds of pleasure. They were the best few seconds of her life. She never thought a kiss would make her feel that way, but, coming from Holmes, the effect it had on her was unbelievable. Every thought was on Holmes and the future. A part of her mind was screaming at her. This is Sherlock Holmes! Your idol! You're falling in love with a figure of the 19th Century! But her heart won the battle reminding her: You're in love with the greatest man on the planet, nothing else matters. With that in mind she smiled and started to dress. She suddenly stopped and laughed.
Deirdre would have a field day if she knew about this!
* *
*
Holmes, on the other hand, was still lying in bed, thinking about what had happened. Did he really kiss her? He was surprised that the thought hadn't bothered him in the least. He loved Lestrade, and nothing could change it, but, knowing that he loved her, made him very worried about her safety. After all, Moriarty IS a criminal genius, and he knew how to hit Holmes where it hurt most, his heart. He suddenly was angered at the thought of Moriarty even coming near Lestrade and he couldn't believe she had that much of an effect on him. He never felt this way about anyone. He suddenly smiled.
Thank God Deirdre doesn't know about this.
* *
*
"I got it!"
Wiggins looked up from the book he was reading.
"You got what exactly Deirdre?"
Deirdre smiled.
"I have the evidence!"
"Evidence?"
"Of Mr. 'Olmes and the Inspector!" Deirdre announced.
"I caught them red handed!"
Wiggins rolled his eyes.
"Don't tell me you're still on about getting those two together?"
Deirdre giggled.
"It wasn't that hard, they got together on their own!"
Wiggins smiled.
"Whatever you say, Deirdre."
"Oh, I'll show you!"
Deirdre reached into her backpack and shuffled through its contents. After a while of searching she let out a gasp of surprise and looked suspiciously at Wiggins and Tennyson.
"OK, what did you do with it?"
"Do with what?"
"Don't play innocent with me, where's the picture?" Deirdre said.
"I just had it developed!"
Wiggins frowned.
"Whoa, now, wait a minute! We didn't take anything!"
"Beep Whur Beep Beep!"
"Tennyson's right, maybe you dropped it."
Wiggins looked up at Deirdre.
"Maybe you should retrace your steps. We could look in all the places you were just at."
Deirdre smiled.
"Good idea! Lets go!"
* * *
Not so far away......
"But Mazter, vhy are ve planning zis now, on Christmas?"
"Because, you fool, Christmas is one of the busiest times of the year! People will be buying gifts and going to parties, it's the perfect time to catch them unawares. Even that nosy detective gets in the Christmas spirit!"
Moriarty stopped and looked down.
"Now, what's this?"
In the case he picked up was a stack of newly developed pictures, but none were as breathtaking as the first.
"Well, well." Moriarty smiled.
"This is an interesting development."
* * *
Questions? Comments? Reviews? Hate mail?