Chapter Five: here it is. Thanks to all that reviewed, and give it up for chapter Five!!

New London

It was well after dark before Holmes and Watson returned to Baker Street. The past five hours had been spent asking around Oxford's for anyone who could identify Lestrade. It took three hours, but they did find the waiter who served the inspector and the three women with her. The young man gave Holmes a detailed description of the women, who had Watson record it.
"Now what do we do, Holmes?" Watson said once they had put their coats on their pegs. "All we have are three mystery women and still no Lestrade."
"Correction," the blonde said, sitting in his red armchair. "We have two unidentified women and an AWOL Lestrade."
"You know who the identity of one of the women?"
"I believe you recorded the description of the women. Would you be so kind as to play it back and listen carefully?" Watson opened up the panel in his chest and fiddled with some of the buttons. The weary cockney voice of the waiter started speaking.
"Well, two of them arrived about 7:57. One was tall; dark eyes, maybe dark blue... the other was shorter, blond hair and hazel eyes...," the waiter said.
"And the other one?" Holmes's stern voice was heard.
"Well, the inspector showed up around 8:05. She was fallowed in by this cute brunette..."
"Please stick to the women in question."
"That's what I mean. She was kinda tall, about the same hair color of the inspector's and a pair of really green eyes. She was wearing this short black skirt and a green top," he said. "She was a real cutie..."
It was there that Holmes had Watson shut off the recording. Watson thought for a moment, then gave a small gasp. "Lestrade's sister!" He exclaimed.
"It appears to me that Miss Lestrade is a key player in all this," Holmes said, leaning back in his armchair and folded his hands. "It's quite easy to assume that she knew the other women, and had Lestrade meet her at Oxford's."
"Do you think that she had anything to do with her sister's disappearance?"
Holmes thought for a moment. "I honestly don't know," Holmes said slowly. "However, we can't rule her out just yet. We have yet to gather enough evidence to support any claims. That, however, is something I am about to change."

Macil Island

Lestrade grumbled as she paced around her room. Who could blame her? If you were drugged, taken to some remote island in the Atlantic and blackmailed into staying, would you be happy as a clam? She stopped pacing when a low growling sound broke the silence of the room.
It had been a few hours since she had been downstairs. In the few minutes she had been down there, the inspector had neglected to get something to eat. Taking a deep breath, she silently walked to the door and down the stairs into the kitchen.
"Hello, Ms. Lestrade."
'Damn,' she thought, nodding her head in Mira's direction. 'I thought they were all gone.' Instead she said, "Where's everyone?"
"Shopping," the blonde replied. "We only had enough food left for a day or so anyway. There are some ramen noodles in the pot on the stove."
"Thank you," she said, going over and spooning a good heap of noodles into a bowl. "Who was that boy?"
"You mean Kyle?"
"Yeah," Lestrade said. "How does he know Tori?"
Mira handed the brunette a fork. "He went to the academy," she said. "They hooked up a few months before graduation." Lestrade chewed on this for a while, twirling her fork in the noodles and shoveling them into her mouth.
"I'm sorry about what she did," Mira continued. "She wanted to spend some time with you and wanted you to have fun. You know, get away from New London."
"I know," was the reply. "I think she may be right though. I have been working too hard at times. It was just that she did this at a bad time."
"Ah, I see. About to get a break in a case, eh?"
"You could say that."
A long silence enveloped them. Mira was the first to speak. "By the way," she said. "Since this is a resort, there is a spa not far from here. Us girls are going to check it out later on this afternoon. Want to join us?"
Lestrade shoved the last of her noodles into her mouth. "Of course," she answered. "Never been to a spa before." 'Since I am here, I might as well go,' she added mentally.
"Neither have we," Mira answered. "We're gonna leave about 1:30."

Somewhere close

Cold grey eyes fallowed the blonde haired woman leave the room. He smiled as the inspector put her bowl in the sink and retreat to the living room. He turned off the monitor of his computer and sat back in his chair. Fingering his beard, he thought of how well his plan was playing out without his having to intervene.
He didn't hear as his servant stepped up to the door. "Yes?" he said, never looking at him.
"Master, the plan is set."
"Everything?"
"It's foolproof, sir. Not even Holmes himself would notice."
"Excellent. Our dear inspector won't know what hit her."
"But what about the sister and her friends?"
"The friends will have to wait. As for the sister and her dear boyfriend, I will deal with them personally."

Whew!! It's finally done!!! And we have a plot! YAY!!!! What does Moriarty have planned for the Lestrade sisters? And will Holmes figure it all out? Stay tuned!!!!!

PS: Macil is the elvish word for Sword.