General Disclaimer

Disclaimer: I don’t own any SH22 characters, or anything that’s real.

(A/N: I don’t know a lot about viruses and bacteria, so some of these symptoms might be caused by either viruses or bacteria, but I’m calling them all viruses.)

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Chapter One: Moriarty’s New Plan

Inspector Elizabeth Lestrade, also known as Beth, or simply Lestrade, was eating at Homer’s Restaurant with her partner, Sherlock Holmes, also known as Holmes. Unknown to them, Professor James Moriarty, also known as Moriarty, was also in the restaurant, and had some evil trick up his sleeve.

Moriarty had a microbiologist named Stephen Culver make a super virus, and turned it into an odorless, tasteless powder. When Holmes and Lestrade weren’t watching, Moriarty (in disguise, of course), dumped the powder into Holmes’s tea. Smiling at his completed quest, Moriarty went back to Dr. Martin Fenwick’s lab.

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Back at 221B Baker Street, Holmes and Lestrade greeted the robot they called Watson. A few minutes later, however, Culver’s super virus had begun to work.

"Holmes, are you okay?" asked Lestrade, looking at Holmes, whose cheeks and forehead became slightly pink all of a sudden.

Holmes shook his head, and said, "I’m not really sure, Lestrade."

He then ran into the bathroom, and Lestrade and Watson could just barely hear the sound of someone (Holmes) retching.

"Holmes, did you just puke?" asked Lestrade.

Holmes, looking at the floor, nodded his head yes.

Lestrade leaned over, and felt Holmes’s forehead and said, "You’re burning up, Holmes. Watson, get Holmes a thermometer."

Holmes leaned back on the settee, and closed his eyes, too tired to argue. Watson took a thermometer out of his elbow, and said, "Say ‘ahh.’"

"Ahh."

Watson stuck the thermometer in Holmes’s mouth.

After a few moments, Watson took the thermometer out of Holmes’s mouth, and read the temperature.

"103.9," he exclaimed. (A/N: I know I used Fahrenheit, but I don’t know Celsius all that well.)

"Holmes, you need to get in bed now," ordered Lestrade.

So, Holmes went to his room, and got in bed, and took a nap. Normally, Holmes wouldn’t be quite so obedient, but he was too tired and maybe sick to argue right now. Maybe later, when he was feeling better.

"How did Holmes get sick, Lestrade?" asked Watson.

"I don’t know, Watson. He was fine while at Homer’s. He didn’t get sick until we came here," answered Lestrade.

"Oh. That’s quite strange," replied Watson.

"It is, isn’t it," she asked.

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TO BE CONTINUED