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Hermione Holmes: Yeah, she is a bit Mary Sue, but she's a bigger wuss than I am, goes to a music high school (God, I wish---), and I probably couldn't analyze a crime scene for crap. My parents are both in a medical or crime solving profession (actually, Mom's a coroner---). Luci's about as dumb as a post, though.
March Hare: Sorry for being icky! Thanks for reviewing. I love your stuff! Baker Street Three is so good!
Wakizashi: LOL on the eleven reviews thing. Hey, I know what it's like to be busy, so don't sweat! ^.^ I ended up leaving Watson out this chapter, but I want to keep him involved in the story. He's so smart, but no one knows it! I love your stories too. I think your stories got me hooked to Fanfiction--- Wow, that's pretty cool!
Nako-chan: Thanks! ^.^ Haha, lazy ass people--- _______________________________________________________________________
"Eh, shit, Holmes. What are we going to do?! Um.um." They were getting closer. "Ah! Think," I whispered harshly as I paced the floor. "Oh God, oh God, OH GOD HE'S DEAD!" The last I practically screeched just as the approaching group entered the room. I figured that exclamation was as good a place as any to begin our lie, though the game plan from there was a bit foggy.
Holmes managed a ghastly shade of white while I started crying. I can actually fake cry. Wow. "Go get a doctor or the police! Get someone, anyone!" I hid my face in my hands, sobbing my little eyes out. One of the people left, and I am assuming that the other just sort of stood there, though I couldn't actually see, seeing as my hands were covering my face. Holmes gently took my shoulder and guided me out the door.
We walked side-by-side, Holmes somber and me distraught. I didn't know how long I could keep up this façade, but I knew I had to keep the secret of Holmes's investigation. If I let down my guard, our cover would be blown, and the investigation would be over, not to mention the punishment the cops would put us through. Then people would talk, Holmes's and my reputations would be totally ruined and our school records would be damaged enough to keep us out of all the halfway decent colleges. So you see, this act was very important.
Though I kept my eyes to the ground, I still recognized that cultured voice.
"Lucilia? Are you alright?" Oh, Moriarty. -Swoon-- He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face to look into his blue eyes. ---Play it cool, play it cool--- I started crying again and tried REALLY hard not to overact. He pulled me into a gentle embrace. ---SCORE!--- "Do you want to tell me about it?"
"I---I found Mr. Livingston dead this morning." I swallowed hard, as though it was terribly painful for me to recount the incident. "He was--- covered in vomit. Seeing that was so---so gruesome."
Moriarty put his arm around my shoulders and led me away from Holmes. "Let's get you a hot cup of tea in my room. You can stay there and out from your classes. I'll make arrangements with your teachers." Okay, honestly, what is with these guys and their connections? You'd think I stumbled into the mob or something.
He led me down mazes of corridors until we got to his room. Moriarty unlocked the door and held it open for me. "Go in and make yourself at home. I just have to tie up those loose ends I was telling you about." He locked me in and I heard footsteps walking away.
Moriarty turned the key in the lock and smirked to himself. He had found a girl who would actually go to his room. It's not everyday someone new, naïve, and perhaps stupid comes along, and this one's actually good looking- --
"Moriarty." Holmes appeared out of a corridor behind Moriarty. "Heh, imagine seeing you here. So you've taken to sneaking up on us innocent students as well?"
Holmes's features turning stony and that certain spark in his eyes were the only indication of his deep seated anger and loathing. "Innocent, are you? I think not."
"Yeah, where's your proof?" Moriarty looked mighty haughty, knowing full well that Holmes had no proof against him.
Holmes clenched his jaw. "Keep your hands off of Lucilia."
"Where did that come from? I do believe you are losing your perfect mind, Holmes."
"KEEP your FILTHY hands off Lucilia."
"Why should I? What, is she your girlfriend? She's too good for YOU, though even if she wasn't, you like boys anyway."
"Lucilia is a lady, so you had better treat her accordingly."
"Get a life and some play," but Holmes had already disappeared. Moriarty went on his way, thinking "happy thoughts".
I've been trying so hard to update, but it's been kind of hard. I'm going to Germany in short time, so the updating may momentarily (as in for a month) stop, and I've been preparing for that trip. I've developed mysterious pains in my wrists (damn clarinet), so that makes it hard to type. Woe is me! Not really, but--- Anyway, since the updating will be sparse, I'm just going to post really short things, or cut stuff off in odd places, but I'll try to get SOMETHING on here whenever possible.
Hermione Holmes: Yeah, she is a bit Mary Sue, but she's a bigger wuss than I am, goes to a music high school (God, I wish---), and I probably couldn't analyze a crime scene for crap. My parents are both in a medical or crime solving profession (actually, Mom's a coroner---). Luci's about as dumb as a post, though.
March Hare: Sorry for being icky! Thanks for reviewing. I love your stuff! Baker Street Three is so good!
Wakizashi: LOL on the eleven reviews thing. Hey, I know what it's like to be busy, so don't sweat! ^.^ I ended up leaving Watson out this chapter, but I want to keep him involved in the story. He's so smart, but no one knows it! I love your stories too. I think your stories got me hooked to Fanfiction--- Wow, that's pretty cool!
Nako-chan: Thanks! ^.^ Haha, lazy ass people--- _______________________________________________________________________
"Eh, shit, Holmes. What are we going to do?! Um.um." They were getting closer. "Ah! Think," I whispered harshly as I paced the floor. "Oh God, oh God, OH GOD HE'S DEAD!" The last I practically screeched just as the approaching group entered the room. I figured that exclamation was as good a place as any to begin our lie, though the game plan from there was a bit foggy.
Holmes managed a ghastly shade of white while I started crying. I can actually fake cry. Wow. "Go get a doctor or the police! Get someone, anyone!" I hid my face in my hands, sobbing my little eyes out. One of the people left, and I am assuming that the other just sort of stood there, though I couldn't actually see, seeing as my hands were covering my face. Holmes gently took my shoulder and guided me out the door.
We walked side-by-side, Holmes somber and me distraught. I didn't know how long I could keep up this façade, but I knew I had to keep the secret of Holmes's investigation. If I let down my guard, our cover would be blown, and the investigation would be over, not to mention the punishment the cops would put us through. Then people would talk, Holmes's and my reputations would be totally ruined and our school records would be damaged enough to keep us out of all the halfway decent colleges. So you see, this act was very important.
Though I kept my eyes to the ground, I still recognized that cultured voice.
"Lucilia? Are you alright?" Oh, Moriarty. -Swoon-- He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face to look into his blue eyes. ---Play it cool, play it cool--- I started crying again and tried REALLY hard not to overact. He pulled me into a gentle embrace. ---SCORE!--- "Do you want to tell me about it?"
"I---I found Mr. Livingston dead this morning." I swallowed hard, as though it was terribly painful for me to recount the incident. "He was--- covered in vomit. Seeing that was so---so gruesome."
Moriarty put his arm around my shoulders and led me away from Holmes. "Let's get you a hot cup of tea in my room. You can stay there and out from your classes. I'll make arrangements with your teachers." Okay, honestly, what is with these guys and their connections? You'd think I stumbled into the mob or something.
He led me down mazes of corridors until we got to his room. Moriarty unlocked the door and held it open for me. "Go in and make yourself at home. I just have to tie up those loose ends I was telling you about." He locked me in and I heard footsteps walking away.
Moriarty turned the key in the lock and smirked to himself. He had found a girl who would actually go to his room. It's not everyday someone new, naïve, and perhaps stupid comes along, and this one's actually good looking- --
"Moriarty." Holmes appeared out of a corridor behind Moriarty. "Heh, imagine seeing you here. So you've taken to sneaking up on us innocent students as well?"
Holmes's features turning stony and that certain spark in his eyes were the only indication of his deep seated anger and loathing. "Innocent, are you? I think not."
"Yeah, where's your proof?" Moriarty looked mighty haughty, knowing full well that Holmes had no proof against him.
Holmes clenched his jaw. "Keep your hands off of Lucilia."
"Where did that come from? I do believe you are losing your perfect mind, Holmes."
"KEEP your FILTHY hands off Lucilia."
"Why should I? What, is she your girlfriend? She's too good for YOU, though even if she wasn't, you like boys anyway."
"Lucilia is a lady, so you had better treat her accordingly."
"Get a life and some play," but Holmes had already disappeared. Moriarty went on his way, thinking "happy thoughts".
I've been trying so hard to update, but it's been kind of hard. I'm going to Germany in short time, so the updating may momentarily (as in for a month) stop, and I've been preparing for that trip. I've developed mysterious pains in my wrists (damn clarinet), so that makes it hard to type. Woe is me! Not really, but--- Anyway, since the updating will be sparse, I'm just going to post really short things, or cut stuff off in odd places, but I'll try to get SOMETHING on here whenever possible.