::pops up from out of nowhere:: hey there! Just wanted to thank all those
who reviewed, and introduce the next chapter... and here it is: Chapter
Four!!
The first thing Lestrade noticed when she opened her eyes was the bright light pointed at her. She squeezed her eyes shut, cursing whoever had pointed the zedded lamp towards her. Thoughts tossed around inside her head. Was this the work of Moriarty?
'What happened,' she thought. 'I only remember being at Oxford's with Tori and her friends...' Tori! The inspector had completely forgotten about her. 'Ok, don't panic. If Moriarty is behind this, no doubt he'll show up. Then I'll get some answers.'
A sudden creak of wood outside the room caused Lestrade to silence the voices in her head. She lay still for a moment, listening hard for the click of boots or turn of a doorknob. None came. Instead there was a shrill cry of a .... seagull?
Lestrade's eyes flew open. Blinking a few times, she studied her surroundings. She was lying in a twin-sized bed, made of a polished cedar, facing an open window. The dresser (on the left wall next to the door) matched the bed and had a small bag on top of it, directly below the circular mirror. To the right of the bed there was a small table, chair and lamp, all below a window.
The inspector sat up with a start, but instantly regretted it when a sharp pain throbbed in her head. "OK, bad idea," she muttered, clutching her forehead. Looking around again, she spotted a suitcase next to the dresser, a laptop on the desk, and a pile of clothes: all hers. A new sound entered the room, but only because Lestrade just now noticed it: the sound of waves. She was on a beach... in a beach house. "Oh, no she didn't," Lestrade hissed, getting out of bed, grabbing hold of the headboard for support. She wouldn't dare stoop to kidnapping, sister or no. There was only one way to find out. "VICTORIA RENAE LESTRADE!!"
downstairs
"What the heck?" JT looked up, and then went back to pouring the batter into the waffle maker. By the use of her partner's full name, she guessed that her sister was awake and fully free of the drug's effects. Stifling a yawn, the brunette closed the waffle maker and turned away from the counter to search for the eggs in the fridge. However, she walked into something short.
"Good morning to you to," Mira greeted, handing the half-asleep JT the eggs. Giving a glance around the kitchen, her eyes rested on the coffeemaker filled with hot water. She stepped over, grabbed a coffee mug and poured what was left of the water in. Then she set to work pouring more water into the maker as well as the coffee mix. "Looks like our guest is awake."
"I'd say she's more than just 'awake,'" JT croaked, taking out the now done waffle from the maker. "That girl probably woke up the entire island with that holler of her's."
"She wouldn't have hollered if she wasn't drugged like that," Mira said, tossing part of her tangled hair over her shoulder. The sliding door to the patio opened halfway through her sentence and Tori and Kyle walked in. JT gave Mira a warning glance as soon as the door started to slide open, but she didn't mind it.
"What's all the racket in here?" Kyle looked between the two females. JT was about to answer when Tori held up her hand for silence. They all paused and listened to the noises coming from the upstairs room above them.
First there was a thump, then a few choice words. Then came a series of thumps, like someone was hoping on one foot. Then silence... but not for long. A door slammed against the wall, making everyone jump. Another series of thumps, this time towards the staircase. At the sound of feet stomping to the stairwell, Kyle quietly closed the screen door that he had left open. Mira scooted closer to the alcove where the stairs came out. JT moved closer to Tori, who nervously slipped closer to her boyfriend. Oh, yeah. She was in big trouble. No sooner had she moved than a not-so-happy Lestrade stormed in. She was dressed in blue jeans (hence the thumping around) and a grey New Scotland Yard tee-shirt. Her brown hair was tousled from sleep, and the look on her face could kill half the world's population. Burning violet eyes rested on Tori, who turned two shades paler and took a nervous sip of her tea. "Where the hell am I?" The tone of her voice was deadly. "Liz! It's about time you got up. I was beginning to worry..." "Where am I?" She asked again, voice rising. "On Macil Island, about three miles off of the Big Island," Kyle said quietly. Lestrade looked at him in disbelief. "Hawaii?" Lestrade blinked in amazement. Then the thought registered, and her eyes became a shade darker and narrowed at her little sister. "How did I get here?" "On a plane," JT said, no longer croaking. She let out a little "eep!" when four pairs of eyes glared in her direction. "Shut up, JT," Kyle, Tori, and Mira said at the same time. Lestrade rolled her eyes at the joke, and then continued her "Glare Tori to Death" look.
"We drugged you," Tori said taking a sip of her tea.
"You WHAT?!"
"Drugged you," the younger Lestrade repeated, meeting the piercing gaze of her sister. "It was the only way to get you here and not have you make a commotion."
"Victoria Renae," the brunette said, voice continuing to rise. "What in the name of all that is good were you thinking?! Drugging an officer! Drugging me! Explain yourself!!"
"You work too much," she replied calmly. "I thought a vacation would do you well."
"Well, you thought wrong," spat the red-faced woman. "I was this close to craking a case. I have to get back to New London."
"No," Tori said firmly, placing the cup on the counter. "You aren't going anywhere, dear sister of mine." The tone of her voice was similar to Holmes', when he knew something that she didn't.
"And why is that?"
The younger sister reached into her back pocket and pulled out the one thing that would get her sister, Inspector Elizabeth Lestrade, to do anything she wanted.
What is it that would make our dear Lestrade do anything? It's up to you, folks! Include an idea of the object Tori uses to blackmail Lestrade in your reviews. Thanks for helping me out! Now that that's out of the way, I'll take this time to apologize for the shortness of this chapter. Dr. Watson says that I'm suffering from writer's block caused by the letting out of school He says it will pass pretty soon. Hope it does.... I hope to finish "Takin' a Holiday" before school starts up again...
Again as always, please R&R!
PS: If you can tell me what "Macil" means, I'll give you a cookie. (hint: it's Quenya, the elvish language used in Lord of The Rings)
The first thing Lestrade noticed when she opened her eyes was the bright light pointed at her. She squeezed her eyes shut, cursing whoever had pointed the zedded lamp towards her. Thoughts tossed around inside her head. Was this the work of Moriarty?
'What happened,' she thought. 'I only remember being at Oxford's with Tori and her friends...' Tori! The inspector had completely forgotten about her. 'Ok, don't panic. If Moriarty is behind this, no doubt he'll show up. Then I'll get some answers.'
A sudden creak of wood outside the room caused Lestrade to silence the voices in her head. She lay still for a moment, listening hard for the click of boots or turn of a doorknob. None came. Instead there was a shrill cry of a .... seagull?
Lestrade's eyes flew open. Blinking a few times, she studied her surroundings. She was lying in a twin-sized bed, made of a polished cedar, facing an open window. The dresser (on the left wall next to the door) matched the bed and had a small bag on top of it, directly below the circular mirror. To the right of the bed there was a small table, chair and lamp, all below a window.
The inspector sat up with a start, but instantly regretted it when a sharp pain throbbed in her head. "OK, bad idea," she muttered, clutching her forehead. Looking around again, she spotted a suitcase next to the dresser, a laptop on the desk, and a pile of clothes: all hers. A new sound entered the room, but only because Lestrade just now noticed it: the sound of waves. She was on a beach... in a beach house. "Oh, no she didn't," Lestrade hissed, getting out of bed, grabbing hold of the headboard for support. She wouldn't dare stoop to kidnapping, sister or no. There was only one way to find out. "VICTORIA RENAE LESTRADE!!"
downstairs
"What the heck?" JT looked up, and then went back to pouring the batter into the waffle maker. By the use of her partner's full name, she guessed that her sister was awake and fully free of the drug's effects. Stifling a yawn, the brunette closed the waffle maker and turned away from the counter to search for the eggs in the fridge. However, she walked into something short.
"Good morning to you to," Mira greeted, handing the half-asleep JT the eggs. Giving a glance around the kitchen, her eyes rested on the coffeemaker filled with hot water. She stepped over, grabbed a coffee mug and poured what was left of the water in. Then she set to work pouring more water into the maker as well as the coffee mix. "Looks like our guest is awake."
"I'd say she's more than just 'awake,'" JT croaked, taking out the now done waffle from the maker. "That girl probably woke up the entire island with that holler of her's."
"She wouldn't have hollered if she wasn't drugged like that," Mira said, tossing part of her tangled hair over her shoulder. The sliding door to the patio opened halfway through her sentence and Tori and Kyle walked in. JT gave Mira a warning glance as soon as the door started to slide open, but she didn't mind it.
"What's all the racket in here?" Kyle looked between the two females. JT was about to answer when Tori held up her hand for silence. They all paused and listened to the noises coming from the upstairs room above them.
First there was a thump, then a few choice words. Then came a series of thumps, like someone was hoping on one foot. Then silence... but not for long. A door slammed against the wall, making everyone jump. Another series of thumps, this time towards the staircase. At the sound of feet stomping to the stairwell, Kyle quietly closed the screen door that he had left open. Mira scooted closer to the alcove where the stairs came out. JT moved closer to Tori, who nervously slipped closer to her boyfriend. Oh, yeah. She was in big trouble. No sooner had she moved than a not-so-happy Lestrade stormed in. She was dressed in blue jeans (hence the thumping around) and a grey New Scotland Yard tee-shirt. Her brown hair was tousled from sleep, and the look on her face could kill half the world's population. Burning violet eyes rested on Tori, who turned two shades paler and took a nervous sip of her tea. "Where the hell am I?" The tone of her voice was deadly. "Liz! It's about time you got up. I was beginning to worry..." "Where am I?" She asked again, voice rising. "On Macil Island, about three miles off of the Big Island," Kyle said quietly. Lestrade looked at him in disbelief. "Hawaii?" Lestrade blinked in amazement. Then the thought registered, and her eyes became a shade darker and narrowed at her little sister. "How did I get here?" "On a plane," JT said, no longer croaking. She let out a little "eep!" when four pairs of eyes glared in her direction. "Shut up, JT," Kyle, Tori, and Mira said at the same time. Lestrade rolled her eyes at the joke, and then continued her "Glare Tori to Death" look.
"We drugged you," Tori said taking a sip of her tea.
"You WHAT?!"
"Drugged you," the younger Lestrade repeated, meeting the piercing gaze of her sister. "It was the only way to get you here and not have you make a commotion."
"Victoria Renae," the brunette said, voice continuing to rise. "What in the name of all that is good were you thinking?! Drugging an officer! Drugging me! Explain yourself!!"
"You work too much," she replied calmly. "I thought a vacation would do you well."
"Well, you thought wrong," spat the red-faced woman. "I was this close to craking a case. I have to get back to New London."
"No," Tori said firmly, placing the cup on the counter. "You aren't going anywhere, dear sister of mine." The tone of her voice was similar to Holmes', when he knew something that she didn't.
"And why is that?"
The younger sister reached into her back pocket and pulled out the one thing that would get her sister, Inspector Elizabeth Lestrade, to do anything she wanted.
What is it that would make our dear Lestrade do anything? It's up to you, folks! Include an idea of the object Tori uses to blackmail Lestrade in your reviews. Thanks for helping me out! Now that that's out of the way, I'll take this time to apologize for the shortness of this chapter. Dr. Watson says that I'm suffering from writer's block caused by the letting out of school He says it will pass pretty soon. Hope it does.... I hope to finish "Takin' a Holiday" before school starts up again...
Again as always, please R&R!
PS: If you can tell me what "Macil" means, I'll give you a cookie. (hint: it's Quenya, the elvish language used in Lord of The Rings)