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Sherlock Holmes had to introduce Erika Noir, his old friend, to the others under a false name, as it would cause a bit of a commotion if they were to know her real background as the Phantom of the Opera and also as the intérêt d'amour of their nemesis James Moriarty. What a conversation starter that would be!
Sipping some hot tea to quench his thirst, he addressed the guests perched around his hotel room. Holmes cleared his throat to prevent himself from bursting into laughter, and then spoke in a clear voice.
"Ahem, I do believe we are allowed to proceed, as Inspector Lestrade will not be joining us anytime soon, having locked herself in the bathroom..."
Watson, the Victorian gentleman that he was trying to be, inquired politely, "You don't think she should be taken out by force, do you Holmes? Perhaps she... Well, after the... EPISODE I do think she may be trying to... That is to say..."
Holmes laughed heartily. "No, Watson, she is not in so much remorse that she would want to do away with herself. But in any case Miss Daae is trying to coax the bunny out of its hole, and I think her judgment is wise enough, should the situation be taken out of our hands... To continue, I was going to ask why you all came halfway around the world to find us?"
Deidre, who was red in the face from laughing, as she for one was not afraid to laugh at the embarrassment of the Inspector, answered between chortles, "Well we were afraid maybe you weren't getting as much done as possible. Also, Miss... Daae, who Tenny did a background check on like you always make us do, tells us she is an officer from Paris who is after Moriarty as well..." Holmes glanced at Erika, who just winked at him. He grinned to himself. She certainly was after Moriarty as well, although for different reasons than what the kids were told; she was a special friend of theirs (esp. Moriarty...), and was ticked off that he had committed a crime under her nose.
Holmes nodded; it was a good thing Etienne Leroux, the top officer of the Surete, or the police force of France, always had a backup identity for Erika. In her line of work it was necessary, and almost everyone in France was willing to help her. Almost everyone.
Next he exchanged a mental message with Watson, his old comrade, who answered mentally that Greyson HAD NOT received the bill for Lestrade's... "Day off" and was NOT going to come storming in like an enraged bull sea lion. Settling back into his chair in relief, the detective went on, "Anyway, I am glad to reveal that my excursion before I was fortunate to run into you lot was very rewarding indeed..."
Erika, hearing that Holmes was about to give one of his talks again, knocked on the bathroom door again and whispered, knowing Lestrade's ear was probably pressed against the other side in an attempt to a) listen to see if Erika was gone and b) to see if she could catch a few things Holmes was saying from her spot inside the bathroom.
"Beth! I promise I'll get Deidre to stop giggling if you come out! Holmes is about to talk and..." She grinned. "I think he's pausing to see if you will be a dear and come out to listen properly."
As expected she heard a clattering of makeup and after a few seconds out came Inspector Lestrade ready to inspect... Sherlock Holmes, I believe. Deidre was about to let out an intentional snort when Erika shot her a dirty look. The teenager shut up immediately; there was something about this woman that she just didn't want to mess with.
Being careful to use her hand as a shield for the side of her face turned towards the rest of the audience, Lestrade sat down on the floor before Holmes' feet, as if waiting for him to tell a story. Well actually she was waiting for him to tell a story. But it wasn't that kind of a story.
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Erika Noir unpacked her light baggage into the chest of drawers in the room she had taken beside Holmes and Lestrade. The Irregulars had taken the room on the other side of Erika's room, and their squabbling could most likely be heard from Holmes' room. Erika smiled. She considered convincing Lestrade to move in with her so Watson and Holmes could room together, but wasn't too sure of that. Pros: Lestrade wouldn't be able to make TOO much of a fool of herself in front of Holmes. Erika was no unromantic fool. It was obvious Lestrade and Holmes had been busy doing other things besides investigating her friend Moriarty.
Her smile became a frown as she moved on from the Cons to her position in the investigation. Yes, she wanted to find James and give him a good lecture for what he pulled off in London, but she also knew that it was no petty larceny. It was murder and if James was caught he might be brainwashed. Erika sighed and decided to save the worry for later; she could hear Lestrade knocking.
Beth tiptoed in and plopped down into a chair. Erika, continuing with her packing, decided to let Beth start the conversation. Lestrade, noticing her tactics, groaned and gave in.
"So should I?" They had known each other long enough to understand what the other meant without communicating verbally.
When Erika simply shrugged dramatically with a smile, Lestrade pondered it for a moment, then nodded aloud, thanked her friend sarcastically and left the room in a whimsical mood. Erika grinned to herself and, making sure the Inspector had left, pressed a button on her vidphone, waiting patiently for it to connect. When it had, the face of her brother-like friend Nadir appeared.
"And how is my little sister?" He joked, knowing bally well why she had called. Continuing on without missing a beat, he spoke in a slightly more serious tone of voice.
"Well New Orleans isn't that bad, although I think I may be gaining some weight eating all this wonderful food. Danesh won't like that, I tell you." Nadir let out a small sigh at the thought of his boyfriend, who he had left behind in France when Erika commissioned him to search for HER boyfriend the hard way. At the moment he was sniffing around Louisiana, and had evidently found some traces of the master criminal, such as black wigs and hippie designer accessories. Just kidding.
After she had finished her talk with him, Erika went to sleep, her dreams dark and disturbed, a sure foretelling of the distant future.
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[A/N: Please excuse the corny-ness; it's spring break.]
As usual, the big people did not deign to take the little people along on their outing, so the Irregulars were forced to stay indoors. Not that they were complaining; it was a blizzard outside. Tennyson decided to break the boredom with a game of old-fashioned Charades. Since he thought of it he went first:
*Beep* what do you *beep* want?
Wiggins jumped up first. "It's Watson!"
"Wiggins you zedding stink!"
"Well he's a robot!"
"Can't you tell the kid's doing an impression of himself?"
*No actually it was inspector Lestrade in a bad mood!*
BOOM, BOOM CHI!!!
Wiggins: o. O Uh... Ok Tenny. Get this: *whiny high-pitched voice* Oh Mr. H, please take me along please, please, please!!!
Deidre chose, whether consciously or not, to ignore the big picture, and muttered loudly, "Well THAT could be anybody; the ol' coot never takes anyone along. Except the Inspector, of course." She nudged the other two with a laugh.
Wiggins was about to retort something witty when the door banged open and an Inverness-covered figure sloshed in, tracking in all sorts of mud, snow, and dirty water into the apartment. Deidre grinned and cooed, "'ello Mister 'olmes! Well isn't that a nice way to keep out of the – uh..." "Holmes" had suddenly thrown the Inverness back to reveal the Inspector herself, not in the least bit wet.
She was then followed Holmes, who WAS soaking wet and did not look like he was at all in a happy mood. "Thank you, Holmes!" She said sweetly, tossing his jacket back to him with a teasing laugh. He snatched up the porous cloak and grumbled off to his room. Lestrade looked around and back at the Irregulars, commenting slyly that it looked like they hadn't made TOO much of a mess while they adults were gone.
"No, Inspector, we left that to you..." Deidre replied tartly, raising an eyebrow at the slop that they would have to clean up later, it being their room.
"Hope you and Mr. H didn't make TOO much of a mess in that car!" Wiggins backed Deidre up teasingly. Tennyson, eager to avoid a fight, asked innocently why it had taken so long to get the food. Before Deidre could open her mouth with a pervy answer, Lestrade dropped their meals on the table with a huff and stomped out of the room.
Wiggins shrugged and dug in. The other two starving, growing children followed their leader's lead as Watson entered, his robotic parts sealed with water repellent, which it seemed he didn't bother to share with his other companions. Maybe because it was for metal only...
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Sherlock Holmes had to introduce Erika Noir, his old friend, to the others under a false name, as it would cause a bit of a commotion if they were to know her real background as the Phantom of the Opera and also as the intérêt d'amour of their nemesis James Moriarty. What a conversation starter that would be!
Sipping some hot tea to quench his thirst, he addressed the guests perched around his hotel room. Holmes cleared his throat to prevent himself from bursting into laughter, and then spoke in a clear voice.
"Ahem, I do believe we are allowed to proceed, as Inspector Lestrade will not be joining us anytime soon, having locked herself in the bathroom..."
Watson, the Victorian gentleman that he was trying to be, inquired politely, "You don't think she should be taken out by force, do you Holmes? Perhaps she... Well, after the... EPISODE I do think she may be trying to... That is to say..."
Holmes laughed heartily. "No, Watson, she is not in so much remorse that she would want to do away with herself. But in any case Miss Daae is trying to coax the bunny out of its hole, and I think her judgment is wise enough, should the situation be taken out of our hands... To continue, I was going to ask why you all came halfway around the world to find us?"
Deidre, who was red in the face from laughing, as she for one was not afraid to laugh at the embarrassment of the Inspector, answered between chortles, "Well we were afraid maybe you weren't getting as much done as possible. Also, Miss... Daae, who Tenny did a background check on like you always make us do, tells us she is an officer from Paris who is after Moriarty as well..." Holmes glanced at Erika, who just winked at him. He grinned to himself. She certainly was after Moriarty as well, although for different reasons than what the kids were told; she was a special friend of theirs (esp. Moriarty...), and was ticked off that he had committed a crime under her nose.
Holmes nodded; it was a good thing Etienne Leroux, the top officer of the Surete, or the police force of France, always had a backup identity for Erika. In her line of work it was necessary, and almost everyone in France was willing to help her. Almost everyone.
Next he exchanged a mental message with Watson, his old comrade, who answered mentally that Greyson HAD NOT received the bill for Lestrade's... "Day off" and was NOT going to come storming in like an enraged bull sea lion. Settling back into his chair in relief, the detective went on, "Anyway, I am glad to reveal that my excursion before I was fortunate to run into you lot was very rewarding indeed..."
Erika, hearing that Holmes was about to give one of his talks again, knocked on the bathroom door again and whispered, knowing Lestrade's ear was probably pressed against the other side in an attempt to a) listen to see if Erika was gone and b) to see if she could catch a few things Holmes was saying from her spot inside the bathroom.
"Beth! I promise I'll get Deidre to stop giggling if you come out! Holmes is about to talk and..." She grinned. "I think he's pausing to see if you will be a dear and come out to listen properly."
As expected she heard a clattering of makeup and after a few seconds out came Inspector Lestrade ready to inspect... Sherlock Holmes, I believe. Deidre was about to let out an intentional snort when Erika shot her a dirty look. The teenager shut up immediately; there was something about this woman that she just didn't want to mess with.
Being careful to use her hand as a shield for the side of her face turned towards the rest of the audience, Lestrade sat down on the floor before Holmes' feet, as if waiting for him to tell a story. Well actually she was waiting for him to tell a story. But it wasn't that kind of a story.
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Erika Noir unpacked her light baggage into the chest of drawers in the room she had taken beside Holmes and Lestrade. The Irregulars had taken the room on the other side of Erika's room, and their squabbling could most likely be heard from Holmes' room. Erika smiled. She considered convincing Lestrade to move in with her so Watson and Holmes could room together, but wasn't too sure of that. Pros: Lestrade wouldn't be able to make TOO much of a fool of herself in front of Holmes. Erika was no unromantic fool. It was obvious Lestrade and Holmes had been busy doing other things besides investigating her friend Moriarty.
Her smile became a frown as she moved on from the Cons to her position in the investigation. Yes, she wanted to find James and give him a good lecture for what he pulled off in London, but she also knew that it was no petty larceny. It was murder and if James was caught he might be brainwashed. Erika sighed and decided to save the worry for later; she could hear Lestrade knocking.
Beth tiptoed in and plopped down into a chair. Erika, continuing with her packing, decided to let Beth start the conversation. Lestrade, noticing her tactics, groaned and gave in.
"So should I?" They had known each other long enough to understand what the other meant without communicating verbally.
When Erika simply shrugged dramatically with a smile, Lestrade pondered it for a moment, then nodded aloud, thanked her friend sarcastically and left the room in a whimsical mood. Erika grinned to herself and, making sure the Inspector had left, pressed a button on her vidphone, waiting patiently for it to connect. When it had, the face of her brother-like friend Nadir appeared.
"And how is my little sister?" He joked, knowing bally well why she had called. Continuing on without missing a beat, he spoke in a slightly more serious tone of voice.
"Well New Orleans isn't that bad, although I think I may be gaining some weight eating all this wonderful food. Danesh won't like that, I tell you." Nadir let out a small sigh at the thought of his boyfriend, who he had left behind in France when Erika commissioned him to search for HER boyfriend the hard way. At the moment he was sniffing around Louisiana, and had evidently found some traces of the master criminal, such as black wigs and hippie designer accessories. Just kidding.
After she had finished her talk with him, Erika went to sleep, her dreams dark and disturbed, a sure foretelling of the distant future.
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[A/N: Please excuse the corny-ness; it's spring break.]
As usual, the big people did not deign to take the little people along on their outing, so the Irregulars were forced to stay indoors. Not that they were complaining; it was a blizzard outside. Tennyson decided to break the boredom with a game of old-fashioned Charades. Since he thought of it he went first:
*Beep* what do you *beep* want?
Wiggins jumped up first. "It's Watson!"
"Wiggins you zedding stink!"
"Well he's a robot!"
"Can't you tell the kid's doing an impression of himself?"
*No actually it was inspector Lestrade in a bad mood!*
BOOM, BOOM CHI!!!
Wiggins: o. O Uh... Ok Tenny. Get this: *whiny high-pitched voice* Oh Mr. H, please take me along please, please, please!!!
Deidre chose, whether consciously or not, to ignore the big picture, and muttered loudly, "Well THAT could be anybody; the ol' coot never takes anyone along. Except the Inspector, of course." She nudged the other two with a laugh.
Wiggins was about to retort something witty when the door banged open and an Inverness-covered figure sloshed in, tracking in all sorts of mud, snow, and dirty water into the apartment. Deidre grinned and cooed, "'ello Mister 'olmes! Well isn't that a nice way to keep out of the – uh..." "Holmes" had suddenly thrown the Inverness back to reveal the Inspector herself, not in the least bit wet.
She was then followed Holmes, who WAS soaking wet and did not look like he was at all in a happy mood. "Thank you, Holmes!" She said sweetly, tossing his jacket back to him with a teasing laugh. He snatched up the porous cloak and grumbled off to his room. Lestrade looked around and back at the Irregulars, commenting slyly that it looked like they hadn't made TOO much of a mess while they adults were gone.
"No, Inspector, we left that to you..." Deidre replied tartly, raising an eyebrow at the slop that they would have to clean up later, it being their room.
"Hope you and Mr. H didn't make TOO much of a mess in that car!" Wiggins backed Deidre up teasingly. Tennyson, eager to avoid a fight, asked innocently why it had taken so long to get the food. Before Deidre could open her mouth with a pervy answer, Lestrade dropped their meals on the table with a huff and stomped out of the room.
Wiggins shrugged and dug in. The other two starving, growing children followed their leader's lead as Watson entered, his robotic parts sealed with water repellent, which it seemed he didn't bother to share with his other companions. Maybe because it was for metal only...
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