Where I Belong
Well, to start off my story, I should probably tell
you a little bit about myself. For starters, my name is
Allie. I am sixteen, going on seventeen. I live in the
year 2005. I'm of medium height, about 5'7". I have blonde
hair, blue eyes, and I'm absolutely nuts about anything
Not that I can get my hands on too much of it anymore.
You see, about three years ago, everything was smooth
sailing in my life, that is, until my parents decided to go
on a husband/wife vacation and never came back. The plain
and simple fact is that their cruise ship sank, and the
rescue crews were too late to do anything about it.
Well, enough with the painful memories. So now I'm an
orphan. I take it an' live with it, 'cause there's nothing
I can do about. Now to take you to the present. I'm
living in Madame Humphrey's Home for Orphans, but to tell
you the truth, I'd rather live on the streets then get
scolded by her 24/7 about the things I do wrong.
As I was saying about the Sherlockian stuff, I can't
get to much of it because Madame Humphrey doesn't approve.
I have a cassette tape recording of a few episodes of SH22,
which I cherish and listen to constantly. Other than that,
I'm not allowed to make contact with that subject. Madame
says it's "not proper reading material for a young girl."
She's a big pain in the you-know-what.
Well, the other day I was just replaying the end song
of SH22 over and over. (You know, the one that plays during
the credits?) Anyway, whenever I play that song, I get this
feeling deep in my gut that's pleasant, yet depressing at
the same time. I love that tune, but listening to it makes
me wish with my mind, body, and soul that Sherlock Holmes,
the 22nd Century and all that was real. I wish that
somehow, some way that I could go there and meet "The
World's Greatest Detective" in person.
How do you know it's not real?
Wait a minute, where'd that thought come from?
Where do you think it's coming from?
What the?! Who is that?! I demanded silently.
Does it really matter? came the reply.
Am I going crazy? I wondered.
Now why would you think that? it came again,
this time puzzled.
Gee, maybe because I'm hearing a voice inside my head?
I offered sarcastically.
Yes, so what if it's in your head? Why should that
Oh, I give up! I surrendered to the voice. What do you want?
Just to tell you that today, Allie, you should follow your heart.
My heart? I repeated, stumped. What do you mean by that? But
the voice, or whatever it was, had already gone.
Even though I was mystified by the strange event, I
felt deeply moved by the strange words, "Follow your
heart." Whatever they meant, I would have plenty of time
to decipher them, since we never had anything to do at the
Later that day, I felt a strange compulsion to look in
a mirror. Since there was a full-length mirror in the room
I shared with some other girls, I decided to use that one.
As I looked in the mirror, I had to do a double take. I
could've sworn I had just seen -- no, it couldn't have been.
But as I looked again, I saw the unmistakable face of the
one and only Sherlock Holmes! And you know what? He
looked just as startled as I felt, and I was pretty sure I
looked the same way. "Um, I'm starting to agree with my
earlier assumption that I'm going crazy," I said aloud.
Of course, I didn't expect Holmes to reply, so I
nearly jumped out of my skin when he said, "If you are
crazy, my dear, then I must be insane as well, for if I am
not mistaken, I am seeing the same thing you are."
After I had recovered from my initial shock, I ventured
to ask a question. "What do you make of it, Holmes?"
"Ah, so you know me," came the response.
"Excuse me, I have forgotten my manners," I said to him.
"My name is Allie. So nice to finally meet my idol."
I could tell he was flattered. "Well, it is nice to
know I am appreciated."
"Of course you're appreciated, Holmes. How could you
think otherwise with Lestrade, Watson, and the Irregulars to
praise your awesome observation skills?" I blurted, but then I
blushed at my sudden outburst. Holmes looked rather startled, and
I was secretly pleased with myself having surprised the
"And how, if you don't mind my asking, did you come
to know about the others?" he asked me curiously.
"Well, I know this sounds crazy, but here, in the 21st century,
there's a TV show about you guys."
"A television show, you say?" asked Holmes. Abruptly, the
meaning of the first half of my sentence sank in. "The 21st century?!"
he cried. "Fascinating! How intriguing that we are communicating
between two different centuries."
"Yes, it is rather odd, actually," I replied calmly. He
stared at me for a moment before responding. "I have to admit," he
began, "that I am surprised that you have not started to 'freak-out',
to use my companion Lestrade's words."
"Well, I am a bit out of place where I live, if you know what I mean."
"I understand completely," he said dryly.
"Of course you would. You're a bit out of place yourself, aren't you?"
"Anyplace I have to go to fight Moriarty, that is where I belong," he
replied, trying to hide any emotion, but I heard a twinge of wistfulness in
I sighed, and his attention was drawn back to me. "Is
there something wrong?" he asked with a hint of concern.
"Oh nothing," I said, trying to hold back the tears that
threatened to come rolling down my cheeks. "It's just that
no one has been as kind to me as you have since...since...my
parents died," I managed to choke out.
That did it. The wave of tears suddenly came flooding
out. I began to sob, all those years of pain coming
flooding out in those few minutes. Holmes gave a start at
my sudden outburst, and then a concerned look crossed his
face. "I'm so sorry," he started. "I didn't realize...."
His voice faded in shock. He had reached out to touch the
mirror at the height of my shoulder...and his hand came right
through, onto my shoulder! "What on earth...." we began at the
same time. Then we looked at each other and started laughing.
My painful memories left me as quickly as they had
come, and a cheerful attitude came in their place. To my
delight, Sherlock's hand was still on my shoulder. "So," I
remarked casually. "We can make contact through the
centuries, too." Holmes chuckled. "Apparently so, my dear,"
"I wonder," I said, more to myself than Holmes. "Could
you please move back a little?" I asked him.
"Of course, but why do you...wait, you aren't seriously going to-"
"Yup!" I interrupted him, and with that, I took the steps into the
22nd century that would change my life forever.
Passing through the mirror was like walking through a
wall made out of water. In an instant, I was standing by a
very shocked Sherlock Holmes. "Well," he said after a
moment. "That was interesting."
"You got that right!" I told him.
A sudden thought hit him. "Will anyone miss you?" he
I laughed bitterly, and he looked like he
regretted his question. "The only person who will miss me
is Madame Humphrey, and only because the government will
give her less money since she has one less child. And you
know what? Now that I'm here, I don't think I'll ever go
back, even if I have to live on the streets."
Holmes stared for a minute, the gently asked, "Was it really that
"Worse," was the only answer he was going to get just
then. He bent down a little so he was at my eye-level,
then said, "If you'd prefer the streets, that is your
choice, of course, but if you like, you are more than
welcome to stay here until we can find you a more permanent
I let the words sink in, then cried,
"You really mean it?!" When he nodded, I threw my arms
around his neck. Apparently, he wasn't used to being
treated in such a fashion, for I could sense his
discomfort, and released my hold on him.
He cleared his throat and had just straightened up,
when a familiar metallic voice called out, "Where the devil
have you gotten to, Holmes?"
Before Holmes could answer, I called back, "We're in
the bathroom, Watson!"
"What are you...what do you mean 'we'?" he asked, sounding like a very
This time Holmes beat me to it. "Why don't
you come see for yourself?"
Suddenly, a large (around the middle, anyway) robot appeared in the
doorway. "Who is the young lady, Holmes, and how on earth did she get into the
Holmes and I suddenly realized how strange the whole situation must
look for Watson, and we both began to laugh.
"I don't see anything funny about it," said Watson, rather indignantly.
"Don't worry, Watson, your questions shall be answered
in a few minutes, as soon as Lestrade and the Irregulars
get here," I reassured the robot.
Holmes looked at me a little strangely. "How did you deduce that they were
"Elementary, my dear Holmes," I said with a twinkle in my eye. "If you
listen close enough you can hear three sets of feet pounding up the stairs, one a
bit heavier then the other two, which will be Lestrade's, and then of
course there's Tennyson's hoverchair." Holmes looked a bit
astonished that I had figured this out all on my own, and I
smirked at him. "They should be arriving just about -- Now!"
With that, the door to Holmes' apartment burst open, and
just as I had predicted, in came the Irregulars and
Lestrade. Holmes gave me an approving glance, then greeted
"So nice of you to join us, Lestrade," he said with a
grin, and led the way to his sitting room. Then, to me he
called, "Why don't you come and meet my new arrivals,
Allie!" I gladly obeyed.
Lestrade looked startled to see me come out of the bathroom, and I
grinned at her. "Allie Troy, at your service, Inspector Lestrade."
She groaned. "Please don't tell me she's anything like you, Holmes."
Now Holmes was grinning at Lestrade as well.
"Actually, her observation skills are quite good." At his
remark, I blushed, because everyone who knew Holmes knew
that his compliments to others were rare. And it was
considered an accomplishment to receive one.
"Well, I suppose one more Holmes wouldn't be too bad," relented
Lestrade. "So kid, where're you from?" I related my story
to all present, watching their looks flicker back and forth
between disbelief and amazement. "So how are you going to
get back?" Lestrade asked finally.
My voice turned hard. "I'm not," I said simply. They all looked at me in
astonishment. (Except for Holmes, of course.)
"But, where will you go?" asked Deidre.
"She will stay here with Watson and me," Holmes told them.
Now it was his turn to receive looks of utter disbelief.
(Except from me.) "Holmes, I will never cease to be amazed by you.
You realize of course you're the last person -- other than Moriarty --
that we'd expect something like that from." said Lestrade. The others nodded
their heads in agreement.
Holmes looked indignant. "Since when, Lestrade, have I refused to
help those in need?"
We all had to laugh at that, but then I apologized to Holmes.
I didn't mean him to take offense or anything. He grinned
in acceptance to my apology, and the conversation resumed.
"How old are you, Allie?" asked Lestrade.
"I'm sixteen, but I'll be seventeen on May 21st," I told her.
"Hey, that's only two months from now!" exclaimed Deidre.
"Well, at least you're old enough to get a decent job,"
Lestrade informed me. "You should start to think about what
you'd like to do."
"Um, how am I supposed to do that if I
don't even know what jobs are out there?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, that. Well we've got holo-learners to get you
educated," replied Lestrade.
We talked awhile longer, and then Lestrade got me
settled comfortably in a chair with the learning vids.
With a warm farewell, she and the Irregulars left for the
day. I was fascinated with the 22nd century. So many new
things to learn, I thought, and lost myself in the vids.
A few days later as Holmes and I were sitting down to
a Watson-made lunch, he casually asked, "Any further on your
job search, Ms. Troy?"
I sighed. "No. I'm just not sure what I'd be good at," I told him.
"You know," he said thoughtfully, "with your observation skills and a bit of
training, you'd make a promising Inspector at the Yard."
I perked up. "You really think so, Sherlock?"
"Why not? And I'm sure Inspector Lestrade would be more than happy to
help you apply."
Three days later found me riding in a hovercar with
Lestrade. "First things first, kid," said Lestrade.
"Before you can apply, we need to get you some
identification, I think Chief Inspector Grayson can help us
I looked at her in surprise. "Isn't he usually really crabby?"
Lestrade laughed. "I'm one of the few
people at the Yard who really knows how to press all
Grayson's buttons, manipulate him and all that." She
grinned, and I grinned back.
Since I decided I'd rather not listen to Inspector and
Chief Inspector argue, I remained in the hovercraft. About
15 minutes later, Lestrade walked out smirking
triumphantly. I just grinned at her and said, "I'm not even
going to ask."
"Grayson called the Information and History
Center to explain the situation. All we have to do is go
there and fulfill all the requirements," Lestrade informed me.
At the I and H Center, samples of my DNA were taken,
recorded, and stored. My age, date of birth, and all that
junk were also recorded. Then I was given an ID card, and a
credits account was opened for me.
"Well, Allie Troy, I officially welcome you to the 22nd
century," said Lestrade. "Now the only thing left is to
bring you clothes up to date." She caught my worried look
and told me, "Don't worry. I'll buy." I gave a relieved
sigh. Things were finally starting to look up.
We picked out a white long-sleeved shirt, a red hooded
vest, a pair of 22nd century jeans, some black boots, and a
sky blue t-shirt for hot weather. We were both pleased with
my new look. The next day Lestrade took me to apply for
admittance to Yard training.
The week that followed seemed to drag by. Holmes
noticed my boredom and suggested I read Watson's journals.
"Really?" I asked.
"Thanks! I love these stories!" I exclaimed, and Sherlock smiled at my
Finally, one day at breakfast Holmes' computer
informed me I had mail. When I read its contents, I could
not resist a shriek of delight. Holmes popped his head
through the doorway to find the cause of my outburst. I
knew he felt awkward about hugs, but I threw my arms around
him anyway and told him the good news. "I've been accepted
by the Yard, Holmes!"
To my surprise, he gave me a small
squeeze and his eyes twinkled at my announcement. "It
shouldn't be long before you are fighting crime right
alongside with Lestrade," he told me. To that he added, "I
couldn't be any prouder of you than I am right now, even if
you were my own daughter."
In the weeks afterward, I was much too busy with
completing training at New Scotland Yard to be bored. I was
allowed to keep an ionizer once I learned to use it, and my
muscles were developing greatly.
One day, I arrived at 221B to find Holmes' apartment
empty. I wondered if he'd left a note or anything, but I
found none. Well, today is my birthday. Maybe he's just
getting a holocard or something. Suddenly the doorbell rang
and I went to answer it. I was pleasantly surprised to be
greeted by the gang. "Surprise!" they all yelled and came
into the apartment loaded down with presents, cake, etc. We
had a meal even more extravagant than usual (prepared by
Watson, of course) and when it came time for cake they all
sang "Happy Birthday".
Then I got to open presents. From Deidre, a new hat;
Wiggins, a watch; Tennyson, a computer game; Lestrade, a
handheld computer; and Watson, a photo album. The present
from Holmes I saved for last. I was amazed to find a
complete set of copies of Dr. Watson's journals. I kept
looking from the books, to Holmes, and back again. "Thank
you so much, all of you!" I exclaimed. My eyes watered as
they filled with tears of joy. "I haven't celebrated my
birthday since my parents died, and I just want you to know
how much this means to me. The tears rolled down my cheeks,
but I could see they all understood I was happy. I gave
each of them a hug, and then the party resumed.
As I lay on the couch in the apartment that night, I
thanked God for the change in my life. I knew that this was
way better than anything I might have experienced in my
century. With that in mind, I drifted off to sleep.
*A few months later*
Well, I was through with my training. Now I was a
full-fledged Inspector, and I leapt at every chance to live
up to the title. I also had my own living quarters in the
same apartment building as Lestrade. I also had my own
hovercraft, and I loved driving it. Whenever I was in it, I
couldn't help but think that those in the 21st century were
really missing out. All they got to drive were cars and
airplanes, boring stuff like that.
At lunch one day the news suddenly turned on. "The
Swan Diamond," began the reporter, "has been reported
stolen from the Museum of New London."
"More!" I commanded the computer, and the reporter relayed the details. "The
Swan Diamond is one of the largest diamonds existing that
is known to man. At about 1:30 AM this morning, one of the
guards at the Museum noticed it missing and called the
I turned to Holmes and gave him a lopsided grin. "How
long do you think it will be before Lestrade gats here?" I
asked him nonchalantly.
"I give her about, oh, shall we
say, five minutes?" he replied just as casually.
Sure enough, we were just sitting down to lunch when Lestrade
burst in. "Holmes, did you-," she began, only to be
interrupted by Holmes and myself.
"The Swan Diamond was stolen," we responded dispassionately.
"I shouldn't have asked," Lestrade said dryly.
Then she asked, "You planning on lookin' into it?"
"Of course, Lestrade," Holmes replied. "Just let me put on my
Inverness and deerstalker and retrieve my cane. Then we
shall go to the Museum of New London."
"Why do I bother?" Lestrade muttered under her breath, causing Holmes and I to
The ride in Lestrade's hovercraft was uneventful.
Holmes was deep in thought, and no one talked much. Once at
the Museum, Holmes immediately began to interview the guard
who had first noticed the Diamond was missing.
Then I got to see firsthand what Dr. John Watson had
meant when he had described Holmes as a bloodhound. Watson
scanned for DNA traces, while Holmes checked the ground for
footprints and who knows what else. Then he sniffed the air
for any unusual scents. I did a little analyzing of my own.
Lestrade discovered the alarm system taken apart, and I
took a look at that as well.
Abruptly Holmes ended his search and thanked the
security guard for his help. On the way back to 221B we
discussed the case. "Apparently at least one of the
intruders was a good mechanic, because the alarm system was
disassembled," I reported.
"You mean, there were more than
one?" asked Lestrade.
"Yes. According to our security
guard, the floors had been cleaned just before his shift.
Therefore there should only be two sets of footprints: the
guard's and the thief's. But there were three sets, two of
them going alongside each other. One of those two sets
detoured to take apart the alarms," I explained. Holmes
looked put out that I had beaten him to that portion of the
We all then turned to him expectantly to hear of his
findings. "There were no DNA traces, so they must have
covered themselves well," Holmes began. "However, I did
find this," he said and held up worn-out picture of a young
woman with curly brown hair and a red hat.
Lestrade and I gasped. "That's Jill, Fenwick's old girlfriend!" I cried.
Holmes grinned. "Precisely, and that can only mean one
thing: this theft was Moriarty's doing," he told us.
"What could Moriarty want with the Swan Diamond?" Lestrade
wondered aloud. She spoke for all present.
The next day the three of us (four including Watson)
met at 221B again to talk about the case. Unexpectedly our
conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. "I'll
get it!" I said and walked to the door. When I opened it I
gave a violent start. Standing in the hall was an almost
exact likeness of Holmes, though his eyes and hair were a
few shades lighter than his brother's.
I was shocked, but I
manage to keep calm. "You must be Mycroft," I said
casually. He looked mildly surprised, so I decided I was
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot my manners. Come in, please!"
"Thank you, my dear," he said, stepping inside. As I
followed him back to the others, I couldn't help thinking,
Zed, he's cute!
When we reached them, them, they were in
varying states of shock. "Lestrade, Watson, meet Mycroft
Holmes." There was no need to introduce him to Sherlock;
they were brothers.
"Hello Brother Mycroft," said Holmes.
"I haven't seen you in about two centuries. Who brought you
back to life?"
"Sir Evan Hargreaves," came the reply.
"He wished to try his-ahem-process on another human
subject, and since I was preserved in honey just like my
brother, he decided he wanted to use me. Since the
government of New London gave him permission, here I am."
The story was interesting of course, but not shocking like
his appearance. We were pretty much used to strange and
"Well, you came at a most opportune time," said Holmes
at last. "Perhaps you can help us on our latest case."
We took turns at filling him in on the details. After
listening intently, Mycroft asked, "Has anything else been
stolen as of late?"
"Yes, different mechanical parts and computer chips,
but the robbers that were caught didn't have anything on them.
They have all been previously charged with petty thefts, so I
highly doubt they have anything to do with the Swan Diamond."
I had been listening quietly, but now I spoke up. "No
offense Lestrade, but I think they are connected. I'm
guessing that Moriarty is planning to build something with
all this stuff. Since the thieves were caught without
anything on them, Moriarty must have relieved them of their
loot just before they were caught."
Lestrade opened her mouth to speak but Mycroft beat her to it. "I am inclined
to agree with Ms...I'm sorry, I have yet to learn your name,"
When he turned to me our gazes locked, and I became
so lost in his blue eyes that I almost forgot to answer
him. By now the others were staring, so I quickly told him,
"Allie. Allie Troy."
"Well, then, Ms. Troy, it's a pleasure
to make your acquaintance," he said, causing me to blush.
Oh, man, I wouldn't have done that if Holmes had said the
same thing. What's going on with me?
As Mycroft turned back to Lestrade, I couldn't help but notice that the tips of
his ears had turned slightly red. "As I was saying, I agree
with Allie. The question is, what does Moriarty plan to
No one spoke for a while.
After about a minute the silence became too unbearable
for me so I broke it by asking, "Anyone want cookies?" The
others were obviously glad that someone had spoken finally,
and they accepted the offer. I went down and got them from
my hovercraft. I had baked them myself, so I hoped the
others would like them. They were my favorites: peanut butter
My friends and I each took one, and they gave
little exclamations of enjoyment as they bit into them.
Mycroft and I reached for seconds, and ended up going
for the same cookie. Our hands touched briefly, after which
we both drew them back. "Sorry!" we apologized at the same
time. We looked at each other, then to the others, (who
were staring at us once more) and back again. Sherlock
started to chuckle, and soon we were all laughing heartily.
Later that evening as we were preparing to leave, I
suddenly thought of something. "Mycroft," I began, "do you
have anywhere to stay?"
"Not yet," he replied.
"Unless Holmes would rather have you here, there's a pull-out couch in my
apartment that you can use."
"It doesn't matter to me where my brother stays," put in Sherlock.
"It's up to Mycroft entirely."
Mycroft looked at him and then at me. "I think I
shall take you up on your kind offer, Allie. I'm not sure
exactly how long my brother and I could stand to live with
each other." I was delighted, though at the time I wasn't
sure why. We all said goodnight, and proceeded to go our
In my apartment I got Mycroft settled in, and then
went to get into my pj's. They happened to be a sleeveless
top and shorts. When I came back out to turn the lights
off, I noticed Mycroft was staring at me. I glance down at
myself and started laughing when I realized he had probably
never seen this much bare skin on a female before. I also
noticed that his ears had turned red again.
Zed! He looks adorable when he does that! "Goodnight,
Mycroft," I said, still chuckling.
"Goodnight Allie," he replied, and with that I shut off the lights.
The next morning the gang was unable to meet. Lestrade
and I, who had been enjoying some crime-free days, were
called into work to take care of some kidnappers. With the
two of us working together, the job went smoothly. Soon we
were free to go, since there was nothing else for us to do
at the moment. Lestrade went straight to 221B while I
detoured to pick up Mycroft.
Upon entering my apartment, I called his name, but no
one answered. I discovered a note on my kitchen table. It
I have decided to take a little walk
and get some fresh air.
I shook my head and smiled. Well, he better not get lost.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. At least I didn't
have to wait for him long, I thought. I went and opened the
door, but instead of Mycroft, there was a freak with black
spiked hair and a pierced ear pointing an ionizer at me.
He pulled the trigger and my arms were pinned to my
sides by the green energy. I tried to shout, but he stuffed
a kerchief in my mouth. Then, grabbing me by the shoulder,
he proceeded to shove me down the hall. At first I
struggled, until he pulled out a very sharp looking knife.
I glared daggers at him and began to march stiffly
Once outside, he propelled me towards a waiting
hovercraft. Just then Mycroft rounded the corner, his nose
in a book. I somehow managed to spit out the kerchief and
yell, "Mycroft, hel-mmph!" The creep had stuffed the gag
back into my mouth and tried to get me inside the hovercar,
but it was too late. Mycroft had heard my cry for help. His
head jerked up, and instantly he began to run towards us.
With a great leap, he knocked over my captor and landed on
top of him. The knife and ionizer clattered to the
pavement. Mycroft grabbed the ionizer and shot the man with
it, (after changing the setting to stun) rendering him
unconscious. Then he walked over to me.
He gently took the gag out of my mouth and asked, "Are
you all right?"
"I think so," I said while he used the
ionizer to remove my bonds, "but I feel a little shaky."
Mycroft took my arm and put it around his neck and helped
me walk to my apartment. "I'm going to call the Yard and
tell them to pick up the goon, and then I'm going to call
Holmes and tell him what happened," I told him.
When I related the story to Sherlock, his face took on
a look of momentary astonishment, but he quickly recovered
his usual composure. "I'm just glad you two are all right."
"We should be over in a few minutes, brother," said
Mycroft, placing his hand on my shoulder. Holmes nodded and
I signed off. After Mycroft took his hand off, my skin was
left tingling from his touch. What's happening to me? I
thought, somewhat bewildered.
At 221B Sherlock had compiled a list of everything
that had been stolen lately. As I looked over it, an image
began to form itself in my mind. "Watson," I said slowly,
"could you please check to see what sort of things are
needed to make ray guns?"
"Of course!" he said and began immediately to search his databanks.
"Start listing some of
the components once you have found a list," I commanded.
He did so, and as we listened to the parts being told to us,
Lestrade gasped. "A lot of those are parts that have been
stolen!" she exclaimed.
"By Jove, you're right!" agreed
Watson. "But how did you-"
"Eyes and brains, Watson," I said
with a grim smile." Holmes looked pleased at the use of one
of his favorite phrases. "Of course, sometimes I'd rather
not be right," I added.
"Since all of the robberies are most certainly
connected with the theft of the Swan Diamond..." began
"...then Moriarty must be going to use
the Diamond as an energy beam amplifier," Mycroft finished
Meanwhile thoughts were tumbling around inside my
head. "Watson," I started," will you please give a list of
all the parts that Moriarty still needs?"
"With pleasure!" stated Watson and went straight to work. As he rattled off
the names of the parts I was scribbling them down on paper,
and then walked over to Holmes's computer to do a search.
"Bingo!" I cried suddenly, half startling the others. "You
see," I explained, "there's only one warehouse in New
London that sells those particular parts that are left.
They are receiving a new shipment tonight at 5:00."
Lestrade brightened. "And when it arrives we'll be
there to stop Moriarty!"
"No, we won't!" chorused Holmes, Mycroft, and myself.
Lestrade stared at us and then said,
"You know what? This whole talking at the same time thing
that you three keep doing? It's starting to get really
Everyone except Lestrade had to laugh at that. Then
she asked us, "Why shouldn't we stop him? And please, one
at a time!" She gave us a meaningful glare. We looked at
each other and nodded in silent agreement: Sherlock would
"Because if we stop them, my dear Inspector, there
shall be no way to know exactly where Moriarty is building
I was allowed to go next. "We will be there,
but we'll stay hidden."
Mycroft finished our train of
thought. "That way we shall be able to follow the thieves
back to Moriarty's hideout."
Lestrade let this sink in, then sighed. "Well, they do
say that great minds think alike," she said finally. "Guess
that tells you how great my mind is!"
The look on Sherlock's face became gentle, and he placed a comforting
arm around Lestrade. (While Mycroft and I looked at each
other and grinned knowingly.)
"Don't worry, Lestrade," he
soothed. "Yours is just a different type of great mind.
That does not make it any less intelligent."
Mycroft and I made noises of agreement, and soon Lestrade's mood lifted.
"In that case, what say we go get ready to do some bad guy
tracking?" she said enthusiastically, her famous kick-butt
gleam now shining in her eyes.
By 4:00 that afternoon we were all set. The plan was
to hide while the robbery was taking place. When Moriarty
and Fenwick got out of their transport to retrieve the
loot, I would place a tracking device on their vehicle if
possible. That way we wouldn't have to keep them in sight
once they got moving.
When we got to the warehouse, it was only 4:15, so
Lestrade and Holmes voted that I share my story (of how I
came to be in the 22nd century) with Mycroft. His face took
on a look of fascination as I told my tale. As I finished,
he told me, "You mean you are not from this century? I
wouldn't have known it if you hadn't told me!" Then we
began to discuss the story.
Suddenly I noticed movement out of the corner of my
eye. We were concealed in some trees near the warehouse,
but we had a good view for spotting intruders. Quietly I
said, "I spy a crook!" Casually the others took turns
looking to see whom I had noticed. Looking at my watch, I
noted that it was exactly 5:00. "At least we have a
punctual criminal on our hands," I said sarcastically.
We watched as Moriarty and Fenwick headed for the back of the
warehouse after parking their hovercar. "Well, here I go!"
I quickly and silently got out of the cruiser and made
my way to the hovercraft. Suddenly the tracker slipped out
of my grasp, and I had to spend precious moments fumbling
around on the grass for it. Not wanting to waste any more
time, I sprinted the rest of the way. I crawled underneath
the vehicle (it was still on and slightly off the ground)
put the tracker in place, and switched it on.
I was about to crawl back out when the sound of
Moriarty's voice caused me to freeze. I looked up at the
underside of the hovercar, and found a few grips that
suited my needs. I quickly latched myself to the underside
of the vehicle so my body parts were not touching the
ground. I hoped they would not see me underneath. They
loaded their stolen goods and got inside the hovercraft. I
heaved a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived. The
hovercar was lifting farther and farther from the ground. I
realized that by the time I was able to detach myself from
the hovercar we would be too high off the ground for me to
get off, so I could only hold on for dear life as we sped
Suddenly my comlink beeped and I manage to take my
left hand off its grip to look at the caller. It was a very
worried-looking Holmes. "Are you all right?" he asked
"For now," I said, "but I'm not sure how long I
can stay on."
"The tracker is working perfectly, so we are
on your trail," he said, trying to reassure me. Then he
gave me a lopsided grin. "You will most likely receive a
severe lecture from Mycroft, who was scared out of his wits
when the hovercraft took off with you on it-or rather,
"Really?" I asked.
"Oh yes," replied Sherlock. I pity you once we reach you. Good luck!"
"And be careful, please!" I heard Mycroft plead from the background. Then
Holmes signed off, and I replaced my left hand on its grip.
Thankfully, it was only a short while longer before we landed.
Now I was face with another problem: this time when we
reached the ground, the hovercar would be turned off,
trapping me underneath. The underside was up a little
higher than the edges of the vehicle, which would touch the
ground, so thankfully I would not be smooshed. Still, I
wondered how the others could get me out without attracting
the attention of whoever was going to be inside the
hideout. Suddenly, I heard Fenwick and Moriarty unloading
the goods and carrying them inside. Well, at least they
were gone now.
My comlink turned on again. This time it was Lestrade.
"How ya doin' kid?" she asked.
"Just fine," I replied, "but
we may have a little difficulty getting me out, since the
hovercraft is now on the ground."
She smiled. "Compared
with some of the things I've done, this should be a piece
of cake!" she reassured me. "There are usually panels in
the bottoms of hovercrafts, so we shouldn't have to turn it
on to get you out." I heard faint sounds of their hovercar
settling to the ground, and I was relieved to know that I
should be out soon.
True to Lestrade's word, there was panel that opened
in the floor of the hovercraft. Soon it was pulled open,
and Holmes and Mycroft helped me to crawl out of my
temporary prison. They each pulled me into a brief embrace,
and I couldn't help saying, "Boy, am I glad to see you
guys." Then we proceeded with our plans.
Cautiously we made
our way into Moriarty's hideout. Since Moriarty had been
sure that no one would discover it, the security was
decidedly low tech, and we easily slipped past it.
"The room where the ray gun is being built will most
likely be the farthest room from the entrance," Holmes
whispered, and we followed him down corridor after
corridor. We arrived at a room with its door halfway open
we peeked in, and could see the beginnings of the large gun
being built. I was about to quietly ask what we should do
next when there was a bunch of clicking noises behind us.
We all slowly turned around. "Oh..." I said.
"...word!" finished Mycroft. Of course, this was all
said much faster than I can write it. Lestrade gave us a
glare, since we had just finished each other's sentence.
Anyway, we turned around to see a bunch of robots
pointing ionizers at us. We jumped out of the way just as
they fired. Suddenly we found ourselves in combat against
them. We moved so that our backs were touching each other,
and we faced outward to fend off the robots' attacks.
Holmes and Mycroft used their retractable canes to deflect
the shots (Mycroft had equipped himself with one before we
left), while Lestrade and I returned fire. One of the
robots managed to get a shot in-between us, and we were
forced to dive apart.
Abruptly, Lestrade and I found
ourselves being herded away from the Holmes brothers. We
tried to continue our battle, but there were too many of
them. We were stunned with the ionizers. The last thing I
saw was the pair of horrified looks on Holmes's and
Mycroft's faces. Then everything went black.
Since I was unconscious for this part of the story, I
will tell it to you as Holmes and Mycroft later told it to
me, so it's basically in third person now.
The Holmes brothers watched helplessly as Lestrade and
Allie were stunned and carried off by the robots. They
could only continue to defend themselves. Finally it became
too much for Sherlock, and he carelessly jammed his cane
into the head of a robot, ruining its circuitry. Mycroft
followed suit, and together they bashed, crushed, and
stabbed the rest of the robots out of order.
"Quickly, Mycroft!" cried Sherlock, but neither needed
any prompting from the other. They were soon sprinting in
the direction the women had been taken. They were stalled
yet again as they almost collided into an energy field.
Holmes and Mycroft worked together to take apart the tiny
devices on the walls that controlled the field, as only
By now they had been delayed for about ten
minutes, and anything could have happened to Allie and
Lestrade. Holmes could see his brother was becoming
agitated, and he himself was beginning to feel frantic.
Where are they?! he thought as they rushed down the hall.
Abruptly they halted. Before them stood another
doorway, and they crept silently into the room. Once
inside, Mycroft noticed a stack of crates close to the
door. Pointing them out to Sherlock, he hid behind them,
his brother following. From here they had a good view of
the room. Suddenly Holmes felt Mycroft stiffen beside him.
When he turned to see why, he had to bite his tongue to
keep from crying out in anger. There was an object something
like a wall, and it was made out of metal. Attached to it
were two familiar figures: Lestrade and Allie. Their wrists
were bound above their heads by handcuffs, which appeared
to be stuck to the metal thing. Their ankles were bound as
well, and their feet weren't even touching the ground.
Suddenly Holmes heard footsteps. He noticed a doorway
on the side of the opposite him, and suddenly Moriarty came
through it. He walked over to where his captives were and
grinned evilly. "Well, what have we here? Two female
Yardies if I'm not mistaken. They shall probably be of use
as bargaining chips of some sort." Then Mycroft noticed
that the two women were starting to awaken.
Okay, I'm awake now so it's back to my viewpoint.
As blurry forms came into focus, I realized that
Moriarty was standing in front of me. I turned to Lestrade
and found that while she was conscious, she had not yet
opened her eyes. "Lestrade? I'm thinking you'll want to
keep your eyes shut," I told her.
"Ya, right!" she said, but she groaned when her vision cleared.
"You know, Lestrade, I don't say these things lightly," I scolded her.
"No kidding," she said miserably.
"So nice of you to join me," said Moriarty.
"Our pleasure -- not!" said Lestrade sarcastically.
"Tsk tsk, my dear Lestrade, such bad
Holmes stiffened at Moriarty's use of his pet
name for Lestrade.
Moriarty continued. "First you intrude
on my property, and then you treat me with scorn. Tsk tsk!"
All of a sudden I noticed Holmes behind a pile of old
crates, and realized he and Mycroft must be trying to
figure out what to do. I had to keep Moriarty from finding
them before they were ready to face him. An idea came into
my mind. "Moriarty, we have a dinner party tonight, so if
you let us go we'll beat you to bloody pulp and be on our
The grin on his face faded, and was replaced with a
scowl. I feigned a yawn and told him, "This is really
boring. Can we do something else now? I know! Let's play,
'Throw Moriarty in Jail'! That's a fun game."
Moriarty was getting angry, but the only thing that I
cared about was keeping his gaze on me, and not anywhere
else in the room. I think Lestrade caught on, because she
"How many Moriartys does it take to catch two
women? None! He lets his robots do all the work!"
We were actually starting to enjoy ourselves now. The look on
Moriarty's face was incredibly amusing. "Do you realize
you're the only man who's spent two lifetimes so far trying
to outsmart Sherlock Holmes?" I asked Moriarty.
He growled in response. I was about to speak again when he slapped me
and shouted, "That's enough!" It stung, but I only stared
coolly at him.
"What's the matter?" I taunted, keeping up
my tirade of sarcastic comments. "Did I hurt your feelings?
Ohhhh, poor baby!"
Moriarty raised his hand as if to slap me again, when
a voice dripping with venom spoke behind him. "How dare
you! I know that you are evil, Moriarty, but I have always
considered you a gentleman. Perhaps now I shall think
differently," Holmes told him, while pointing Lestrade's
ionizer at him. (Lestrade and I had been disarmed while we
were unconscious, and it appeared that Mycroft and Holmes
had picked up our weapons from the table where they had
Moriarty had whirled around to face the Holmes
brothers, and was now scowling angrily at them. Holmes
fired, and Moriarty was bound with the ionizer's energy
Then the brothers walked over to us. "Hmmm. I wonder
if there is a button or switch around here…" murmured
Holmes. "Hallo, here it is!" He pressed it, and hurried
over with Mycroft to catch us as we fell off.
Suddenly Moriarty laughed behind us. "So sorry, Holmes, but it just
so happens that I have an appointment elsewhere. I guess I
shall have to destroy my weapon, but I will most likely
build another someday!" Fenwick had come in and had freed
his master. They ran out of the room.
Mycroft and Holmes were about to go after them when a
robotic voice caused us all to freeze. "Self-destruct
sequence will begin in 1:00." Then it began to count down
the seconds until the partially built ray gun would blow
up. While Lestrade and I were no longer stuck to the wall,
our bonds were still in place and we could not get up. We
were simultaneously gathered into the arms of the Holmes
brothers, and then they began to run.
As we moved through the long corridors we could still hear the countdown.
"39...38...37..." The voice got fainter as we got closer to the
exit. "...25...24...23..." Come on, I thought, you two can do it!
"...10...9...8...7..." Almost there! "...3...2..."
The last number was cut off as we burst through the door to the outside.
Lestrade and I were thrown onto the ground, and then Mycroft and
Holmes shielded us with their bodies. Kablaam! The building
exploded into millions of pieces as the ray gun blew up.
"Do you have it, Mycroft?" I asked him as we sat up,
covered only in a few bruises and scratches.
He nodded and reached into his Inverness to pull out the object in
question. "The Swan Diamond!" exclaimed Lestrade as it
glinted in the moonlight.
Holmes gave a low whistle. "When did you...." he said, his voice
"While you were chatting with Moriarty," explained Mycroft.
"Well, the Museum of New London should be happy to have this back,"
said Sherlock. Then the two brothers carried us to Watson,
whom we had told to stay in the hovercar. He was looking
very worried for a robot, and was more than happy to remove
the cuffs that restrained Lestrade and myself.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I turned to Mycroft
and asked, "Do you care if I make a scene?" He looked at me
surprised, but shook his head. I wrapped my arms around his
neck and he leaned down a little, inclining his head. When
our lips met, I almost felt as if I had stuck a piece of
metal into an outlet, but it wasn't painful, only
wonderful, and I could tell Mycroft was enjoying it as
well. He held me close even after the kiss had ended, but
we turned to Lestrade and Holmes together. Holmes was
looking at us funny, and Lestrade was grinning from ear to
Abruptly she turned on Sherlock and grabbed him by the
collar of his Inverness. He utterly failed to break away.
"Your turn, Sherlock!" she said, and kissed him tenderly.
We watched them in silence, my head on Mycroft's shoulder.
When they were finished, Holmes smiled at her. Then he put
his arm around her waist, and we all walked to the
hovercraft. When we noticed that Watson was staring
determinedly in the opposite direction, obviously not
wanting to invade upon the moment, we all had a good laugh.
In the joy of the moment, one thought stood out in my mind:
When Watson asked, "How ever did you make it out
of the building? I thought for sure you were goners!" we
all replied, "It's elementary, my dear Watson!" and with
that we were on our way home.
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