Lestrade banged on the door of 221b Baker St. She kicked wildly at it,
leaving a multitude of little scratch marks on it. "Holmes! Watson! Open
up! Now!" Yet nobody answered from inside, leaving her to figure out a way
to get in by herself. It didn't take much figuring.
Lestrade whipped out her ionizer and gave the door a good shot.
The ancient door finally fell, leaving the inside of Holmes'
flat completely exposed to any intruder.
Lestrade walked in and put away her ionizer. "Holmes? Watson?"
Nobody answered. The house was empty. Lestrade looked at her
watch with haste. It was 10:30. 'Holmes should be back by now.'
she thought, becoming worried. 'It doesn't take that long to rob
the Yard, and even if it did, people would be there now, and
Holmes wouldn't be able to rob it. He should be here!'
Lestrade tried to comfort herself by telling herself that Holmes
was probably called in by New Scotland Yard to solve his own
crime. Or maybe he went out for a stroll to clear his head.
Lestrade took a deep breath and was about to go out of the house
when Dr. Cushing appeared on Holmes vid-phone. "Lestrade!" she
called out.
Lestrade spun around, mystified. "How... how did you find me at
Holmes' house?"
"Well, I tried your house first, then your portable vid-phone,
but you didn't answer either of them. So I tried Holmes'. From
what you told me last night, it wasn't hard to figure out that
this is where you'd be if not at your own house. So now that
I've finally reached you, I need to show you this." Dr. Cushing
held up a test tube, very much like the test tube that she had
put Lestrade's poison in, but the chemical in this test tube was
blue and bubbly.
Lestrade peered at the small tube. "What is it?"
"The poison." Dr. Cushing's voice rang in Lestrade's ears. "It's
been activated. Thankfully, it's not in you anymore, but if it
were..." Dr. Cushing trailed off, leaving Lestrade to fill in
the blanks for herself.
But Lestrade no longer thought for her own safety. "Holmes!" she
exclaimed, her worries rising to an extent Lestrade never
thought possible. "Something must have happened to him for
Moriarty to activate the poison! Holmes is in trouble!" Then,
for an instant, Lestrade wondered if Holmes had given up and
told Moriarty 'no' to doing a crime and decided to let her die.
But the thought was soon erased, and she scolded herself for
thinking such a dreadful thing.
Lestrade started running for the door when she heard Dr. Cushing
call after her. "Lestrade, what are you doing?"
"Finding Holmes!" she answered over her shoulder and bolted out
of 221b Baker St., leaving Dr. Cushing alone, speechless.
Lestrade whipped out her ionizer and gave the door a good shot.
The ancient door finally fell, leaving the inside of Holmes'
flat completely exposed to any intruder.
Lestrade walked in and put away her ionizer. "Holmes? Watson?"
Nobody answered. The house was empty. Lestrade looked at her
watch with haste. It was 10:30. 'Holmes should be back by now.'
she thought, becoming worried. 'It doesn't take that long to rob
the Yard, and even if it did, people would be there now, and
Holmes wouldn't be able to rob it. He should be here!'
Lestrade tried to comfort herself by telling herself that Holmes
was probably called in by New Scotland Yard to solve his own
crime. Or maybe he went out for a stroll to clear his head.
Lestrade took a deep breath and was about to go out of the house
when Dr. Cushing appeared on Holmes vid-phone. "Lestrade!" she
called out.
Lestrade spun around, mystified. "How... how did you find me at
Holmes' house?"
"Well, I tried your house first, then your portable vid-phone,
but you didn't answer either of them. So I tried Holmes'. From
what you told me last night, it wasn't hard to figure out that
this is where you'd be if not at your own house. So now that
I've finally reached you, I need to show you this." Dr. Cushing
held up a test tube, very much like the test tube that she had
put Lestrade's poison in, but the chemical in this test tube was
blue and bubbly.
Lestrade peered at the small tube. "What is it?"
"The poison." Dr. Cushing's voice rang in Lestrade's ears. "It's
been activated. Thankfully, it's not in you anymore, but if it
were..." Dr. Cushing trailed off, leaving Lestrade to fill in
the blanks for herself.
But Lestrade no longer thought for her own safety. "Holmes!" she
exclaimed, her worries rising to an extent Lestrade never
thought possible. "Something must have happened to him for
Moriarty to activate the poison! Holmes is in trouble!" Then,
for an instant, Lestrade wondered if Holmes had given up and
told Moriarty 'no' to doing a crime and decided to let her die.
But the thought was soon erased, and she scolded herself for
thinking such a dreadful thing.
Lestrade started running for the door when she heard Dr. Cushing
call after her. "Lestrade, what are you doing?"
"Finding Holmes!" she answered over her shoulder and bolted out
of 221b Baker St., leaving Dr. Cushing alone, speechless.