The Adventure of the Vanished Detective
by Jacqui Holmes (sherlockfan at hotmail.com)
As Lestrade approached the building where the note had said Holmes
was being held, she quietly made a hasty path across the street and stayed
in a secluded area, hidden out of sight.
She needed to think up a plan. However, she had no information to
go on. No small tidbit of anything or anyone within the leering building,
no clue on what to expect the instant she walked into it, either. She
could be walking into a gigantic trap, and that scared her.
Lestrade, in thinking, glanced down upon her watch then back at the
factory. "An hour before I make my move," she thought aloud.
"Moriarty," she whispered shakily in rage, "you're such a ruddy
monster!! If you've done anything harmful to him I'll kill you, and if I
miss the first time I'll hunt you down until you're gone forever."
Within what only seemed like a few minutes, Big Ben struck the hour
of three o'clock, and Lestrade had still not thought of a plan. However,
she still made her way across the street to the eerie factory and knocked
on the big titanium steel door.
The door then opened quite slowly, all by itself, creaking loudly
during the process. Lestrade was taken aback. She was so startled she
nearly pulled out her ionizer, but remembering she was most likely being
watched like a hawk and seeing that it was her only means of defense, she
kept it out of sight.
She then took several steps into the building, and the giant door
suddenly slammed shut behind her.
"What in the ruddy blazes...." she screamed aloud.
After turning and seeing nothing behind her, she continued to walk
very slowly ahead. Step by step, stride by stride when SNAP!!!!
As if the earth had started to crumble beneath her feet, a trapdoor
snapped open and Lestrade fell through the floor, screaming her head off.
She then landed quite roughly on a slide-type structure and twisted and
turned until she hit the ground of a very dimly lit room which was quite
cold and held a few rats.
"Rats!" she cried in terror. "If there is one thing I hate more
than Moriarty it has to be those ugly creatu....."
However, she suddenly cut herself off in mid-sentence. For right
in front of her was Holmes. Seeing he was in distress, she started
towards him, unbinding his bruised and stiff ankles and wrists.
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