Disclaimer: Ok. Ok. The only people I own in this fic are Beverly Lestrade and her friends.
I'm not really sure how it happened. That day started off like any other day. There had been a strange murder in London and by strange I mean it looked strange to the untrained eye but was indeed very simple. Scotland yard was clueless about the murder and had called me in on the case.
It looked like I was alone on the job. Lestrade and the other inspectors were clueless and Waston was on one of his travels not to be back for several weeks. Of course I know that if I had wrote him and told him of the case he would come right back to lend a helping hand. Not that I needed it or anything of that sort.
After examining the murder scene I decided that it wasn't worth my time to stand about there. It was nearly Christmas time and a thin layer of snow was coating the city. It was no the kind of weather someone wanted to be standing outside in. Around noon I began my walk back to the flat.
Due to the fact I couldn't feel the wetness of the snow beneath my feet I wasn't aware of the amount of water I was going to track into the house. I started to walk up the flight of stairs when I heard Mrs. Hudson yelling up at me.
"Mister Holmes!" she yelled.
Oh my. I thought at once. Mrs. Hudson was a pretty clean woman and I was sure to have to drenched her floor and stairs with water. I jerked my body around quickly so that I could look down at the stairs at her. The quick motion did not mix well with the wet surface I was standing on.
Before I had caught hand of the situation my feet had slipped from beneath me and I started to fall down the stairs. Even though it was happening in what seemed to be slow motion I still couldn't stop the fall. Each step smashed into a different part of my body. The sixteen step got my head, the fifteen slammed into my side, and fourteen gave my head some more damage.
By the time I reached the bottom of the steps my world was spinning around me and everything was starting to go dark. I could barely make out Mrs. Hudson's form.
"Oh my!" she yelled and I could hear her running for help.
The thought that she was going to go get help was such a comfort that I allowed to darkness to engulf my vision and pull me into a deep sleep.
Sorry it's so short. My first chapters are often very short. The next one will be longer. Feedback is always helpful.