A Hot Day in New London
by Casey (Jedi at aemail4u.com)
Holmes was sitting in his favorite chair by the fireplace. The
fire wasnít burning. For once, it was a bright and sunny New London
day. Rays of sunlight splotched the hardwood floors and no new cases
had sprung to his attention. Quiet and peaceful. Just the way he
didnít like it....
'Will nothing happen today? Iíll lose my mind to boredom if I
sit here much longer.'
Watson was in the kitchen fixing another batch of those biscuits
he so loved to cook. The culinary artist wouldnít leave his oven
and stove if he didnít have other responsibilities. However,
today he was pondering Holmesí recent mood. 'If I didnít know
better, Iíd think he had spring fever or something along those lines.
Heís so irritable when there arenít any new cases. Itís as if heís
forgotten how to have fun,' the compudroid sighed. 'Well, if nothing
else, one of the Irregulars should show up eventually to update him on
the word on the streets.'
On to chapter 2!
News Channel: The New London heat of summer really seems to be
keeping the criminals down lately. The crime rate is at its
lowest in 15 years. There is a possibility of heat stroke and
dehydration with this heat wave....
Holmes: Too bad Moriarty canít control the weather....
A police cruiser sliced through the hot air, flying down the
streets of New London. She would have been stopped several times
if the 'code of officers' didnít include not pulling over a
fellow police officer for speeding. She wasnít about to do this
A knock sounded on the door.
'Holmes, can you get that?! My biscuits are about to burn!' yelled
a frantic Watson as he hurried to save his precious creations.
Jumping at the chance for any kind of external stimulation,
Holmes sprang to the door, exhilarated for the excuse of leaving
his chair. He saw not the person he had expected. There was a
young brunette with a blonde streak of hair about shoulder
length. Blue jeans and a faded shirt adorned her frame. Her blue
eyes sparkled with an underlying intent. 'Lestrade?' he managed
to croak. Never had he ever expected to see her in anything
besides her police uniform.
'Hey! I just came by to see if you were busy today. You
arenít, are you?'
Holmesí mind immediately caught on. 'What are you up to,
Lestrade? Iíll figure it out before you leave if you donít tell me.
Wait, donít tell me. Figuring it out would be much more interesting.'
Lestrade began to roll her eyes as she grabbed his arm and pulled
him outside. 'You obviously arenít busy, if thatís the case. I
know something you can do.'
Somehow, he allowed her to drag him to the curb before finally
demanding his arm back. 'You know, you could have just asked for
me to come outside. What is so important that we have to stand in
this infernal heat for you to tell me?'
'Eyes and brains, Holmes. Eyes and brains.' She smirked as she
threw a rag at him and prepared to fill a bucket with water.
Holmesís eye finally caught sight of the police cruiser she had
driven. Splattered with mud, dirt and numerous insect-like spots, it
was nearly unrecognizable. 'You want me. To clean that. For you.' An
incredulous Holmes said.
'Donít sound so skeptical, Holmes. You know Iíll be
'supervising,' she snickered out. At that moment, she wished she
had a camera. It was definitely a Kodak moment. Unfortunately,
even if she had had a camera, she wouldnít have been in any shape
to take the picture as she was laughing so hard.
Placing a soft towel over the biscuits while they cooled, Watson
heard laughing. It sounded familiar but there werenít that many
children that lived nearby. As he peeped out the door, he saw a
shocked Holmes and one incredibly euphoric Lestrade. 'My, my. Would
either of you like some lemonade or would you like to stand in that
heat all day?'
Lestrade said, 'Two lemonades and mine with a bit of sugar. Weíre
gonna wash my car today. Itís nice, hot, sunny. What better day
could you ask for? Donít worry, Holmes, Iíll help wash the car. It
is mine, after all.'
As they rinsed the cruiser off, Holmes looked at Lestrade. She
definitely seemed to be a good mood. What was so different about
today that had her so happy? Normally, she would have stormed in
complaining about the lack of cases, or perhaps some 'brats' that
she would have to check up on. But today, having to do work that
required relatively no sense of mental capacity at all, she was
practically flying. For one, she had on civilian clothes. That
couldnít be it. A change of clothes wouldnít change her
personality so drastically. Perhaps it was that her mind had a
break from the cases. That wasnít it either. She enjoyed solving
cases almost as much as he did. Perhaps it was the weather. It
did seem to be about 50 degrees Fahrenheit in New London almost
every day, yet today it was reaching over 100.
'So what have you been up to, Holmes? When thereíre no cases, you
must have some kind of hobby, right?' the euphoric brunette
As he looked up to reply, a sudden idea formed. 'Yes, I
do. One of which is this!' And with that a sharp stream of water
spurted from his water hose.
The scene was instant chaos. Screams of shock from both sides
echoed as a water fight erupted.
'Youíll PAY FOR THAT, HOLMES!'
'Not so sure, Lestrade!'
Lestrade was pulling out all the stops. Throwing her own rag at
him, she dived behind the cruiser.
Holmes said, 'That cruiser canít stop me!' as he crouched to spray the
water from underneath the hovering vehicle at the suspected spot.
A sudden squeal confirmed his aim and suddenly, he was attacked
from above with yet another jet of water.
'My! Arenít we having fun today!' exclaimed Watson as he appeared
at the door with two glasses of lemonade. 'Look at you both!
As Lestrade quickly reverted back to her normal self, Holmes
stood up and realized that he was dripping wet. Both he and
Lestrade stood with water dripping from their noses, cheeks, and
hair; pants clinging to their legs; and shirts plastered to their
bodies. As he glanced at Lestrade, he suddenly found his heart
rate was not slowing. 'She looks so different. I guess I never
took the time to notice before,' he thought.
As a mothering Watson ushered the two 'naughty' adults inside to
dry off, it became apparent that Lestradeís blue jeans were going
to take some time to get even partially dry.
Watson said, 'Well. We certainly canít let you walk around in wet
jeans all day. I suppose Holmes will just have to let you borrow
some of his.'
As Holmes looked up to argue he noticed Lestrade did look a bit
bedraggled in her wet jeans. 'Well, all right. Just donít get too
comfortable. I donít do this often,' he said, looking away to
avoid her eyes.
'Just remember, you squirted me first with the water hose,
Holmes.' Lestrade mumbled as she was corralled by Watson to the
hall bathroom to change.
As she left, so did his heartbeat. Well, it slowed down, at the
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