In the Name of Love
OK, OK. I admit it. My last 'punk' fanfic wasn't exactly
good. it was sort of disturbing, in a way. So i'm starting a whole new
fanfic that hopefully isn't as bad. please still R&R!! I value your
feedback back more than you think!! Oh, and please ignore any spelling
mistakes. I'm the worst speller ever! (Oh, and if any lines look
familiar, it's because i'm cheap.)
Lestrade's face appeared suddenly on Holmes' vid-phone. "Holmes, we
have a case. Come right over. I'm sending the address to you as we
"Hello to you, too, Lestrade. How are you today?" Holmes answered,
pretending like Lestrade had just called him with a formal 'hi'.
"Cut the chit-chat, Holmes. This is urgent! The Jewelry Is Me store
has just been robbed, and there is no clue whatsoever!"
Holmes lifted an eyebrow at his supervising officer. "There are always
clues, Lestrade. Some not as obvious as others, but clues all the
"Not in this case, there's not! Not even a DNA trace! How the heck did
he fool the DNA scans?? We are dealing with a master criminal here,
"There are ways to fool DNA scans. Remember Dr. Blessington's peculiar
device? And Fenwick's suit made of that special material in the
Musgrave case? DNA is not as reliable as you think, Lestrade."
Lestrade sighed. "Okay, fine, he could fool the DNA scans. But there
still isn't any other clue out there. Just come by and take a look,
Holmes smiled and took a breif look at the address he had finally
received. "I'm on my way." Holmes presed a small button, and the
screen went blank. Holmes called over his shoulder to Watson. "Watson,
do you think you could give me a ride downtown to this jewelry store?"
Watson came in with baking soda in his hand. "I'd be delighted to,
"Thank you, Watson." Holmes grabbed his deerstalker and Inverness from
the rack by the door and swiftly walked out of the house. During the
whole ride there, though, he seemed distracted. Holmes only gave a
simple 'Mmm' in response to any of Watson's sayings, and had a faraway
look in his eye. He definitely was deep in thought. "What the devil
could he be thinking?" Watson wondered to himself.
When Holmes was exiting the hover car, Watson heard him mumble, "What
if she finds out? Do I tell her?" Utterly confused (used as he was
to Holmes' strange ways) Watson drove away, trying to figure out
Holmes' sudden strange behavior.
On to Chapter 2!
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