Untitled Rurouni Kenshin Crossover
by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
Rating: PG (just in case of some violence)
Summary: Anything I could think of to say would give it all away.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin or SH22 (too bad...)
Inspector Beth Lestrade muttered silently under her breath as
she attempted once again to enter her apartment. Unfortunately
the zedding apartment management had once again changed all the
key codes and 'forgotten' to mention it to her. She growled and
punched the door, making one of several similar dents in the
much-abused barrier, before turning and stalking down the hall towards
Of course, she wasnít upset, not really. Just incredibly
annoyed. She had been looking forward to sleeping in her own bed
for a change, rather than whatever surface her head happened to
touch. She could try to break in, but since it was before the
office closed, she might as well do the polite thing and ask for
the new key code. Besides, the last time sheíd done that,
management had called the Yard saying that some 'unauthorized'
individual had access to her apartment. Needless to say, Grayson
hadnít been very happy with her that day.
A smirk crossed her features as she stepped into the gaudily
decorated apartment that passed for the office. Grayson was
almost never happy with her. Then, catching sight of the young
receptionist at the desk she schooled her features into an 'Iím
incredibly unhappy with you and now youíre probably gonna die,'
The teenaged boy took one look at her, smiled and ran to the
connecting room. He came back out, and with trembling hands,
handed her a piece of paper. She smiled at him. "Thanks, Jerry,
youíre great. Next time, email me, k?"
Lestrade shrugged and walked out, happy now that she had the
key code, although she regretted scaring Jerry. It wasnít his
fault his superiors were donkeys. Still, she had her key code and
could now enter her own apartment without further incident.
Entering the new code, she walked inside, only to immediately
wish she hadnít.
The shouts came from three different directions, from young,
exuberant voices, along with an ecstatic beeping. She sighed and
flipped on the lights to see Watson and the Irregulars standing
(and hovering) with guilty looks on each of their faces.
"So, whatís all this about?" She asked suspiciously, "It isnít
"Well...." Watson began, "No...it isnít." The robotís elasto-masked
face, and posture made him look incredibly awkward, and he began
shifting from foot to foot.
Deidre, the only other girl there besides herself, grinned
impishly. "Actually, we decided to have a party in your honor
because you are the best inspector we know!"
"Gee, thanks," Lestrade replied drily, "But somehow I donít
"Actually, Inspector," Wiggins said, stepping forward, "Itís
because we thought that you might...you know...know where Mister
Holmes is." All four of them gazed at her with pleading and
"Why would I know that?" Lestrade said, her heart beginning to
pound with worry, "Has something happened?"
Watson gave a realistic gusty sigh. "We donít know. Thatís the
problem. You know that he left on a case two months ago?" at her
nod, he continued, "He hasnít called or contacted anyone for the
entire time and we were hoping that...."
Lestrade stared at each one of them in turn, her brain
paralyzed for a moment, as a memory surfaced...Why canít they
confide in me? I donít understand...why? Then... "You mean to tell me
that heís been gone for two months with no contact and you just
now decide to tell me!?" she exploded.
Watson winced and Deidre jumped in to hurriedly explain, "Well,
you see, Inspector, Watson thought you knew and were told not to
tell any of us so...we thought that maybe...but obviously you didnít
know either and...." Her sentences began breaking up as Lestrade
advanced menacingly towards the girl. Then she held her hands up
"Sorry. Iím overreacting." She took a deep breath before
continuing, "Anyway, thereís no need to worry. Yet. Holmes can
take care of himself. If he doesnít want to tell us, then fine.
However, if he isnít back by the end of this week...."
She was cut off by the sound of her vidphone. She glared at it
in annoyed distraction, before walking over to answer it.
To her surprise -- and even greater annoyance -- there was no one
there, just an odd, high-pitched noise. Then, a disembodied voice came
in over the speakers.
"I am the past which is the future. I hold the key to timeís
domain. Aku Soku Zan...a motto which will forever be regretted for
its part in the destruction of innocence...."
TO BE CONTINUED
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