Just a little pointless something I came up with in class today. Not worth any gold stars or anything, but hopefully someone will review???? Please???? 

Elementary

"It appears, Watson, I may have misjudged the situation," I called to the man, who was thundering along behind me.

"Oh, really, Holmes?" he yelled back, clearly not at all amused by my dry humor. "And how, pray tell, did you deduce that?"

"Elementary?" I offered lamely.

Another shot rang out. More shouting voices in the foggy darkness behind us.

"I thank you, O King of Detectives!" He sounded out of breath. "I did – if you recall – try to…tell you that – this would happen!"

"Yes, you did," I admitted, for this was true. "And…it was…"

"Elementary!"

"Exactly."

We turned the corner – and ran straight into a brick wall. It was too high for one of us to leap over without assistance, and there was nothing nearby on which to stand that could increase height enough.

Yet another bullet whizzed by my head. I knew either one or both of us would probably die if I did not do something to prevent it. I saw my opportunity to save my dear friend's life, and took it, without a thought on the matter.

"Watson!" cried I, leaning over and cupping my hands, "step here, and jump!"

His eyes grew wide in terror – he could see my idea clearly. He shook his head vehemently.

"I will not leave you, Holmes."

I prayed to heaven his impossible stubbornness would waver, just for this moment, and then he would be to safety.

"Watson, you must!" my voice was desperately pleading, trying to make him see the somewhat logical side. "They will find us within seconds. You must run and find a policeman!"

"What of you, Holmes?" he asked, his eyes filled with endearing concern.

"If you do not go, we both shall surely die, Watson." It was the only truth I could speak.

The footsteps drew closer than ever.

His eyes scanned over my face, as if looking for some sort of reassurance.

"Very well," he agreed quietly.

No sooner had I helped him over the wall than a bullet ricocheted near my left shoulder. They were near me now.

I turned to face my pending death.

Just when the vague forms of the three men and their guns became visible in the smog of the night, there was a loud crash, and five huge crates from a loft above the alley tumbled down and landed directly atop them, pinning them underneath! I could hear their muffled shouts of anger and pain, and knew at least one bone apiece was broken.

Watson leapt down in front of me from the loft above.

"Watson…how…?" It is a rare thing that I am speechless.

"You told me to leave you," he stated matter-of-factly. "I did not listen. Elementary, my dear Holmes."