Chapter 5.
Not What He Appears.
Disclaimer: SH22 sadly isn't mine, however Mischief, Mayhem, and Amour are! So I can make them do anything I want them to!-Cackles evilly-
Mayhem: A-anything??
Sylvan: Yep! Hehehe...
Mayhem, Mischief, and Amour in unision: -scream in horror and head for the hills-
Sylvan: HEY! Get back here! We have a story to tell!! -watches as a random tumbleweed rolls by-
Oh crud. I guess I'd better finish this chapter by myself...But don't worry, folks! I'll get those three back here before you know it!
Enjoy the chapter!
Holmes strode to the video-phone and pressed a button.
The smug face of Chief Inspector Greyson appeared on the screen...
And Mischief, Amour, and I all shrieked!!
"Now," Holmes scolded us, "Is that any way for a spirit to behave? I mean, I know he may not have the most handsome face, but that's no reason to scream."
We couldn't hear Sherlock's prattling anymore, because we were watching with horrified eyes as the face on the screen changed from the Chief's
to Professor Moriarty's...
Holmes turned as he heard the deep, polite, yet mocking, voice of Professor Moriarty say,
"Really, Holmes. I expected better of you! That's no way to greet an old friend."
Holmes' eyes bugged out. "Moriarty?!"
"But of course. Who else?"
"What do you want with Lestrade?"
"Oh, I think you know, my dear Holmes, but I digress.
Your precious 'Lestrade' has need of you and I wouldn't want to keep two lovers apart, now would I?"
Professor Moriarty turned away from the phone for a moment to speak with someone off-screen.
"Fenwick, show Holmes his beloved Inspector."
We all heard a slimy sounding, French accented voice answer.
"With pleasure, Master."
There was a creak and Professor Moriarty's face disappeared, to reveal Lestrade...
What's up with Lestrade? R&R as the story unfolds...