A/N: Sorry for not updating in such a long while, I really have not been able to touch my computer long enough to type up a chapter and because I'm such a procrastinator...wow it's been more than a year since I've updated on this story, now that I look back, I realize that freshman in high school have as much time to do whatever they want.I hope that I would continue this fanfic...but here's a short chappy. I'm pretty sure that my writing has changed a bit, so I hope you guys still like it

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters blah blah, all belongs to Sir Conan Doyle or Laurie R King...

Chapter Eleven:

New York in the 1920's was a great city. It was a completely different atmosphere for Holmes and Russell, however.

"I am sure that this is part of some sort of great plan of yours Holmes, but it is currently the winter in New York and dressing as a bum does not seem to be the greatest of your ideas right now. Especially if we are standing outside in the streets in front of a (most likely very warm) hotel." Russell finished speaking and then sneezed into those worn out gloves that all bums must own.

Holmes just jingled his hat full of coins, and sighed, "Russell, the greatest plans are often seem stupid"

"Holmes, I'm just saying, we are going to die of pnemonia before we ever see Hummings, can't we..." A bumbly looking man walks out of the hotel doors.

"Shhhh Russell, our target has appeared.", Holmes turns around, and shouts, "Oiiy, excuse me sir, but spare some change for a man and his son out in the cold?"

"No sorry, I'm in a hurry."

Holmes wouldn't give up, "Aww c'mon man, just a spare penny for me and the lad."

The man shouldered past Holmes and got into a cab.

Holmes made a show of rubbing his shoulder and shouting about some obese pigs and whatnot.

"C'mon da, we got to get more money" Russell put her arm through his and without moving her lips whispered, "Now what did that accomplish?"

"Russell, you need to use the restroom"

"What? No I do not."

"Trust me, you need to use the facilities in the hotel" Holmes patted something into her hand. A Hotel key.

"Go to Humming's room and touch nothing", he murmured and walked off into a hallway.

Mary watched him walk off as she wondered what in the world was she doing.

"From all appearances, he doesn't seem to be hiding anything Holmes" Russell scanned through Humming's room once again. Lots of books though, she thought, what is he going to do, open a private library or something?

"Well at least we know that he doesn't seem to hate his own books" Holmes picked up one of the spider books out of a stack of them.

"Holmes, I don't think that a man like him would keep something important in his room."

"He who doesn't recoginize it's importance would leave it behind, Russell, it should be here in these piles of books, search harder."

"From all I can see, all he has are his stupid spider books."

"Russell..."

A sound at the door broke through their conversation.

End of Chapter

A/N: It does seem to me that my writing has changed alot, so please comment on it. For some reason, writing seems much more harder nowadays... must be the writer's block thingie...

Sorry if my writing became confusing or boring...