I do not own Sherlock Holmes
Chapter Two
"Holmes, there is nothing left to clean. Why did we do this anyway?" Watson sighed, sitting heavily in the chair.
"Are you complaining that I cleaned up? Can't make you happy, can I?"
"You know that's not true."
" I need room. It was rather messy in here. Now I can start." Holmes grinned and rubbed his rebandaged hands together.
"Start what?" Watson covered his face with his hat and slumped into the seat. He heard a loud knocking on the door downstairs.
"I will get it." Holmes said hastily.
"No you will not!" Watson sat up and grabbed Holmes' wrist to stop him," I will. Stay here or I will not hesitate." He warned.
He walked slowly down the stairs, holding his hip where he hurt the most. He smiled at Mrs. Hudson and took out the key to unlock the doors many new locks," Thank you for watching the door." He said.
"You need some sleep, Doctor, but Mr. Holmes is a handfull. Is he getting better?"
"Do not talk about me as if I am not here!" Holmes yelled from the top of the stairs. Watson death glared him and he shrank away, back into his office but as soon as Watson turned back to the door he leaned back over the banister to watch. Watson opened the door and smiled at a pretty girl standing there.
She had a thin, purple dress on that made her skin and hair look even fairer than they were. She smiled and put her hand out," I am Stacey Langley. I am here to see Detective Holmes. I have an apointment."
"I'm sorry but I do not believe you do." Watson smiled again, his blue eyes flashing.
"I am a little early but it has become urgent." She chewed a bit of one of her pale blonde curls.
"I'm sorry but he is not seeing anyone." Watson took off his hat and glared at Holmes at the top of the stairs. Holmes smiled.
"You must be the Dr. Watson that I am to avoid at all costs." She said then turned a vibrant red in the cheeks.
"Yes he is and you may come up." Holmes said. She slipped in the little bit of room between Watson and the staircase and ran up it,' Watson, you will want to come hear this."
"Holmes! I told you!" He yelled.
"It's nothing that should overextend me. Get up here." Holmes grinned and ducked into the room as a wad of paper hit the wall where his head had been.
"So, that is Watson? He's not like how you explained him. How did you put it again? A tyrant of ill fortune but a closly loved friend?"
"Careful, he's married and she is in a room next door." Holmes grinned and invited her to sit and wait for Watson. Watson walked into the door and hung his hat, messing with the sleeves on his shirt. He sat down and glared.
"This had better be good."
"Would you kindly explain to the Good Doctor here what you seem to be having difficulties with?" Holmes said, leaning back in his chair and hitting the roof with a ball.
She nodded,"About three weeks ago father recieved a message. He left the very same night and warned us not to let anyone in the house. We all stayed low and tried not to worry but after the letters stopped coming we thought something may be wrong. He messaged us every day."
"Has your father gone missing then?" Watson asked.
"Not only him! About a week ago, two weeks after Father left, we thought my Brother had vanished. We do not have that large a home so when we didn't hear him moving about upstairs Mother sent me up to look. I found him alseep in his bed, he had slept late into the afternoon. When we went back down mother was gone. we left that place and started to live in Uncle's unused flat."
"So your Mother and Father are missing? Do you know who could have done this?"
"I had no clue until they came for James."
"Who is James and who came for him?" Watson asked. A smile played at Holme's lips as he listened.
"James is my brother. He invited a friend in the other day but the friend had friends that shoved thier way in. They asked where I was but I hid in the rafters."
"So you know who took him?" Watson asked. Holmes suddenly sat up.
"The rest of it is in this file here. " Holmes threw the file at Watson who caught it and started to read.
"Officer Berkley was one of them? Are you sure?" Holmes smiled at Watson, who acknowledged tha same realization Holmes had.
"When I was out yesterday they were meeting and they discussed Miss. Langley's brother quite heatedly before they threw me through the skylight."
"You were thrown through a skylight? Why does that suprise me?" Watson sighed," You can work this case from here! Any outside information you need, I will gather. There will be limits and if you step outside the limits even one step, I will cut this off." Watson pointed at Holmes. when Holmes didn't answer he poked his injured shoulder.
"Ouch! That was not nice, Watson." Holmes grabbed his shoulder, a look of mock shock on his face. Stacey covered her face as she giggled.
"Were you listening? At all?" Watson hissed.
"Yes. You will cut it off. Got it." Holmes stood up and walked over to the clean shelves and started looking over the book and tossing random ones to the floor.
"Holmes! We just cleaned that!" Watson yelled, exasperated.
" Miss. Langley, Watson, start reading these. I have a theory."
"Holmes!"
"We have been reading for hours, Mr. Holmes. What are we looking for?" Stacey asked.
"Miss, Langley, do you need to go home anytime tonight? We do not want any trouble." Watson asked.
"I am nineteen now. I am able to do as I wish. That and I can't go home. They are watching." She sighed and continued reading. Watson suddenly smacked Holmes' knuckles with his cane.
"What?" Holmes sat up.
"You aren't reading. What are we looking for?" Watson asked.
"We are looking for this." Holmes pointed to a page in the book sitting on his lap.
"So you have had what we needed this entire time?"
"Yes, but I was tired, so I rested. You do want me to rest?" He said innocently.
"Could I have a word with you, Detective?" Stacey asked. Holmes nodded and led her out of the office.
"Holmes, do not try to leave. There's no way to get out!" Watson warned, picking up the book holmes pointed to.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
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