IMPORTANT ANNOUNCMENT: On the twenty third I'll be moving this to the crossover section. Just look for Sherlock Holmes/Cats. Or if you prefer, you could look for it on my profile.

*later that night*

In the darkest hours of the night, when all the search people had gone, a tall thin man made his way up the face of a cliff. He was exhausted and the rock face was slippery with water, hindering his journey. But he carried on, knowing that solid ground was only a few meters away. Climbing behind him was what looked like a small black shadow, almost impossible to see against the dark cliff face. The two strange companions strenuously climbed until, with a last great effort, they hauled themselves over the edge and lay for an instant in the cold hard rock. Any other fellow might have lain there for hours recuperating, but not these two. As swift as hawks they stood up and hurried away, being careful to stay on the rock so as to leave no tracks. They walked for several hours till they came to rest by a valley stream. It was here, tending to their wounds that they began to talk.

"It did not look like we were followed" said the human, Sherlock Holmes if you have not already guessed.

"We were not" his small companion replied with certainty. He was busy licking a deep gash on his leg.

If any living soul could have seen them now they would have been astounded. A Jellicle and a human talking together, it has never been done before! Munkustrap would have called it an excellent feat. Mistoffelees says it's only an elementary one.

"Why did you stay with me that whole time?" asked Holmes. "Why did you not escape for yourself? Why didn't you teleport away?" Misto gave a quiet scoff.

"I was not about to leave you to face those dastardly falls alone" said he. "I would have stayed with you even if my magic was strong enough, which it was not. I used it up fighting Macavity." Holmes chuckled.

"I knew there was a reason" said he. Shrugging off his jacket he began to examine his left shoulder, which Moriarty had slashed at. "At least he was right handed. He would have been too skilful to beat otherwise."

"I thought you did rather well out there. Considering that fiend had an air rifle" remarked the cat.

"I am flattered Misto, completely flattered" said Holmes.

"I think perhaps next time" said Misto, as he turned his attention from his leg to his paws "I'll try to conserve my magic usage next time. I will not be able to do much for several days now."

The pair was silent for a while as they treated their respective injuries.

"You will not be able to return to England now, not while there are at least three other people who would with you dead."

"Nor will you be able to return to the junkyard, not until Macavity's agent have stopped sniffing around for you."

"Where shall we go then Holmes? Macavity's agents are sure to look for us in Europe."

Holmes thought for a moment

"America is too risky" he said "at lest for the time being."

""Australia might be good" put in Misto "But only if no one notices us going on board which would be difficult."

"Africa would be no good. Everyone Englishman knows every other Englishman there."

"I suppose that leaves us with Asia" said Misto. Holmes smiled.

"I've always had a fondness for the mountains of Tibet" he remarked. "And it has the added benefit of being largely devoid of Englishman."

"And I shall be able to polish up my knowledge of Siamese" grinned Misto.

"If I inform Mycroft of our decision he may be able to book us an anonymous passage there."

"But what about Munkustrap? Telling him and Watson of our existence would be extremely risky." Holmes agreed.

"Not only would it be extremely dangerous to us" he reasoned "But such knowledge would ultimately kill Watson and Munk if Moriarty's agents found out."

"So they shall know nothing?" asked Misto.

"They shall know nothing."

A week later they embarked on a steamship bound for India. Once there they could cross the Himalayas and secrete quietly in Tibet till it was safe to return Home. Mistoffelees was fairly quite during the time on the ocean. Just before they had walked on board he had received a message from Bustopher who was being his eyes and ears in England.

The junkyard is mourning your death. Macavity's gang has been contained. Munk is missing you.

Bustopher.

Again and again Misto found himself reflecting on the words 'Munk is missing you'. Being unaccustomed to emotions, he was unprepared for the feeling of sadness that came with those words. Munkustrap was truly a gem among friends, being blessed with good humour, intelligent conversation... and the patience of a saint (more or less required if you were going to live with Holmes and Misto). And so the black-and-white cat, to his vast surprise, found himself missing the tabby as well.

One afternoon after mousing on the deck Misto returned to his and Holmes's cabin, he found Holmes lying on his bunk staring vacantly at the ceiling. He had been doing that a great deal since they'd started this voyage. Misto jumped onto the bunk and curled up next to his human's stomach. Holmes automatically started scratching the fur behind his ear but Misto could not bring himself to purr. After a few minutes Holmes spoke.

"You know Misto, when I told Watson that I feel lost without my Boswell, I did not realise how true I was."

"If it is any consolation, I am missing my Storyteller as well."

Epilogue

The silver tabby looked out across the deserted Junkyard. Well, he thought it was deserted. The heavy London fog made it hard to tell. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of movement. Crouching on all four he stared into the mist, and waited.

There was definitely someone out there, but there step was so light that Munk could barely hear them. Gradually that shape of a cat formed. Munk peered at it, scrutinising. The cat was small, that much he could tell, mostly black, but with a white face. And wait... was his coat sparkling?

"It can't be" he whispered "It just can't" his jaw dropped when he saw the magician step out the fog, his smile spread wide and his whiskers slightly dishevelled.

"Misto?"

"Good day Munkustrap, do you fancy a little excursion? I've just recieved a brand new case of immense intrest and I was hoping you would like to accompany me."

Fins

I've finished! And just in time, enteries close today. I threw in the Epilogue there, just to show you that Munk and Misto do meet again, as do Holmes and Watson, after a long three years. And if you'd like to read SH for yourself now then please do. Don't forget "The final problem which has Moriarty in it. T.S Elliott based Macavity on him would you believe.

R & R if you feel so disposed.