A Hot Day in New London
by Casey (Jedi at aemail4u.com)
Sending Fenwick out for the materials was taking longer
than expected as Moriarty gazed out into the dark waters. It
seemed as if he was caught in a trance, waiting for the moment he
had so prepared for. "Am I covering my tracks too well this
time?" he wondered as he began to flip on the communicator. He
would just have to check in on Holmes to make certain that he
would be able to find him. Fenwick was clumsy enough to draw
Holmes out with that certain Lestrade... "Beth." Slowly, his eyes
sharpened and he lifted the communicator. "Fenwick, check on
Holmes on your way back. Heís been awfully quiet...."
On to Part 4!
Hot days paired with cold nights. The biting air nipped at
Lestradeís cheeks. Already, it was late. "Yeah, another late
night study session. Canít say that I miss those," she thought as
she set out towards the cruiser. Living on nothing other than
coffee for the past three hours was getting her irritable and she
didnít want to take it out on Josh. "Holmes would probably enjoy
my snapping. What the...where did that come from?"
As the cruiser lifted off the pavement, she glanced out the
window back at The Messy Fix. There was Josh, standing in the
doorway watching her leave and waving good-bye with that goofy
grin on his face. Already, dark circles from lack of sleep were
forming under his eyes, yet he was still going to watch her leave.
Holmes never seemed to do that. With a silent wave, she glided
off back home.
"Good night, Beth. See you in two weeks."
The next day, Watson had noticed Holmes was acting a bit strange.
It was very early in the morning and he just kept glancing out
the window and making "hmmmm" noises. He hadnít touched his tea
or breakfast and he hadnít sat down in his usual chair. The
overall atmosphere seemed tense, but why Watson was having
trouble figuring out.
"Holmes, whatís wrong?" asked a concerned Watson, as he brought some
tea over towards the window.
"If only I could understand the language of hmmm."
"Huh? Oh, did you say something, Watson?" replied Holmes as he
snapped to attention.
He really does seem to be out of it today, thought Watson as he
himself looked out the window. "You seem to be distracted today,
"Oh, really? I was just admiring the view," he stated as he
thought, Yeah, the view of Fenwick. Why would he be spying on
me? Moriarty must be up to something. But, what? It would be
unwise to start assuming now without the information but....
"Watson, the game is afoot," said Holmes as he reached for his
cap and Inverness. On second thought, maybe I should leave those
here this time....
"What game?" asked a confused and clueless Watson as he picked up
the tea and began to follow Holmes out the door.
"Weíre off to the Yard, Watson."
Head on her desk and finger repetitively tapping the delete
button, Lestrade was more than tired. Iíll never stay up that
late again on a work night. Figures today was my desk day. I feel
so cheated. What happened to my patrols?
"LESTRADE!!!! GET YOUR HEAD OFF THAT DESK AND BACK TO THE
PAPERWORK!!!!" shouted Grayson from the doorway.
Like he doesnít catch a nap or two on slow days, she
With a yawn and stretch it was back to work. The few cases she
had come across that day didnít seem too interesting. Just a few
chemicals stolen from different firms. Nothing major, and nothing
that one of the novice inspectors couldnít handle. A scuffle at
one of the local bars. There even seemed to be a couple of
littering fines on her desk. Since when did I get stuck with
cheap cases like this?
"Since now, I presume."
She first jumped; then her expression changed from surprise to
embarrassment. "Did I say that out loud?" she said, as she began
to rub her eyes in an attempt to pass off her expressions.
"Well, there must be something worth our while in that stack of
Ďcheap casesí. Might I have a look at those chemical thefts?" an
inquisitive Holmes asked as he began to thumb through the
"Holmes, what are you doing here? I didnít call you in for any
help today," she said as her eyes began droop once more, as if in
protest of her encroaching curiosity.
"Small time crime. What happened to have degraded your cases so?"
he said as he sorted the cases. "However, these chemical thefts
do look interesting. What do you notice about these three thefts
that are different from the others?"
As he began to lay the different cases in two separate areas, the
distinction of difference became quite clear. One pile consisted
of a large assortment of cases and appeared that just small
amounts of the chemicals were stolen. The latter consisted of
three cases with a large amount of missing chemicals while all
occurred within the same night.
"So you think this is connected?"
"It is definitely a possibility. But assumptions can be
dangerous. It would be best to investigate the cases and keep an
open mind until after weíve seen all the evidence."
As Lestrade glanced over the three cases she suddenly pointed and
said, "This is the only case where the criminal was actually
spotted. Letís start there and then work our way through the
others and see if we can spot a possible pattern of the
"Excellent idea, Lestrade. I think Watson wants to stay and
update a few of his programs since that culinary magazine of his
is upgrading their software. So, if you could be so kind as to
provide the transportation...."
As she looked up at him, she was no longer drowsy at all.
"Anything to give me an excuse to get away from all of this
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