In the Name of Love
Lestrade made her way into Holmes' room, still yelling. "What
happened last night, Holmes?! Tell me the truth!"
'Ahh, she must have got the clues I left last night,' Holmes thought.
But now he didn't want her to find out. Now if she knew, Lestrade
would be in even greater danger. As much as he hated lieing, he
couldn't tell the truth. "What do you mean, Lestrade?" He would put
off lying as much as he could.
"Holmes, the Bits and Parts hardware store was robbed last night, and
all pieces of evidence... well, they all lead to you." Lestrades voice
was quiet now, even shy. Suddenly, a surge of energy and will burst
through her, and her voice rose. "Someone's framing you, aren't they,
Holmes? Ohhh, the rascals! Wait till I get my hands on them! I'll...
I'll...." Lestrade trailed off and bit her lip. She had no idea how to
handle this. Her beloved (that's right, beloved) Holmes might be a
criminal! The very thing she had been working so hard against! She
waited for him to agree with her that he had been framed, but he
"Lestrade..." His soft, soothing voice made her want to break into
tears. "What sort of 'evidence' did you find?" He still wasn't exactly
Lestrade bit her lip and stared into Holmes' eyes. There was no way a
cold-hearted criminal could be hiding behind those sweet blue eyes of
his. "Your DNA was all over the scene...along with your footprints and
Holmes sighed. Now he would have to lie to her. Tell her some crazy
story. He tried to look her in the eyes as he spoke, but couldn't.
After reassuring himself that he was actually saving Lestrade by
lieing to her, he began his story. "Well, I _was_ there, Lestrade, but
I didn't steal anything. I had a feeling that the hardware store was
the next target, so I went there a little after three in the morning.
I was to late, however, to catch our criminal. He had already been
there and stolen things. I looked around for clues, but there were
none." Holmes had been staring at the ground the whole time, but now
he lifted his head to examine Lestrade's face.
A mixture of sadness and confusion settled upon Lestrades features,
along with a bit of hopelessness. When she finally spoke, her voice
was barely audible. "How'd you hurt your arm?"
Holmes looked towards his floor again. "I tripped going out the door
of the store."
"May I take a look?"
Holmes nodded his head. "By all means."
Lestrade tenderly stripped the bandages off and peered at his arm. A
look of hurt swelled in her face. Lestrade was no doctor, but she had
handled ionisers enough to know what an ioniser wound looked like. And
this was most definitely an ioniser wound. There was no way he could
have got this from tripping. She wrapped his arm back up, still with
the same amount of care, and looked at Holmes long and hard. He stared
back at her, and for a few minutes, each was locked into the other
one. Finally, tears came into Lestrade's eyes, and she broke away and
ran out of the house.
Lestrade looked at Holmes' front door in shock. There was a pool of
blood on it, and Lestrade's scanners verified that it was Holmes'. The
front door seemed to be the end of a long trail of blood. Lestrade
folowed the trail from end to beginning and found herself by the
river. She looked at her reflection in the water and was surprised to
find herself looking so hurt. She knelt beside the river and had a
deep, long cry, all the while thinking, 'He lied to me. Holmes lied to
me. Why? Doesn't he trust me?'
Grayson came in on the vid-phone. He failed to see the tear streaks on
Lestrade's face. "Lestrade, what have you found on the 'Bits and
Parts' case? Any clues? Suspects?"
Lestrade swallowed. "No, Chief. No clues or suspects or anything.
Not even a DNA trace." Without waiting for a response, she pressed the
'off' button and the screen went blank. 'Holmes wouldn't lie to me
unless it was absolutely necessary. I just know it. Something is going
on here, and I'm going to find out what. First thing to do: wire him.'
Lestrade made a mental list of what she had to do to keep track of
Holmes and get to the bottum of this. Following the her own first
step, Lestrade walked into a mechanics store and bought a tiny camera.
'Now to just plant this on Holmes....'
OK, how do you like it? Hope it didn't confuse you to death.
I'm not exactly a simpleminded person. It's sort of hard for me to
explain things without getting the reader confused. Did you understand
it? Please R&R!!
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