Posted by erin on 4/28/2008, 6:48 pm
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I thought up this story the other day in band. I thought it was cute so I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd century or anything related to it.
I was walking up those famous steps to Holmes apartment carrying the big brown box that I had decided to pack this morning for him. Of course as always the door opened before I had even knocked. Sometimes I wander why he always opens it for me he doesn’t for anybody else just for me. O well what does it matter I guess it is just my hopelessly romantic side coming out.
I went into the room and looked over at Holmes and said, “I thought you might like these.”
He looked at me and opened up the box and a look of surprise came over his face. “Watson’s journals, but why are you giving them to me?”
“I thought you might like them Holmes considering they are a part of your past and the last thing of Watson’s that is well known. Plus I do have photocopies and I could always ask you.”
“Thank you Lestrade. I’m glad that you gave them too me at times I really do miss him.”
“Speaking of Watson’s where’s…”
“He’s at the yard for a check up.”
“O.”
I sat down on his couch and looked at him and said, “I’m going out to be bringing more things, because I doing spring cleaning so I will be in and out with things that you might like that involve you for the next couple of days. Plus I have a lead on your Stradivarius.”
“Yes,that sounds good.” Holmes looked undeceive at me for a moment and I wanted a camera he always seems so self assured of himself. Never doubting anything.
“Lestrade, I can not believe I’m asking this. But you inherited the journals right?”
“Yea I did my families had it for quite some time.”
“How did you get them then they were Watson’s shouldn’t… Why are you laughing?” I couldn’t help myself I started laughing at what he was saying. I almost fell off the sofa I was laughing so hard. I calmed down after a moment with Holmes glaring at me. Which set me off again; I don’t remember ever laughing this hard at least since I first heard the tail to this question.
“Well Holmes you know how Watson had that little problem and you had to hide his wallet?”
“Yea.”
“Well his son was worse.” I started laughing again. “You see David Watson got into a card game with someone who happens to be my ancestor and well he was out of money so… in a card game my ancestor won from Watson’s son the journals and a lot of your other belongings that Watson received.”
Holmes even cracked a smile and he started laughing which he normally doesn’t do. “Sounds like Watson's son was a lot like him.” We both laughed for a moment but sadly my wrist com went off so I had to answer and of course the Chief Inspector wanted me in A.S.A. Immediately. So I got up and walked to the door and told Holmes I would see him later.
I got to the door when Holmes walked out onto the steps and said, “Lestrade wait.”
“What is it Holmes I have to get going?”
“Just for my knowledge. What was the name of your ancestor who won those journal?”
I paused and started laughing again and took a deep breath and said, “The woman whose daughter married Lestrade’s son.”
“And who was she?”
“You knew her as ‘the woman’ I know her as my favorite ancestor Irene Adler Norton.” I walked to my hover car quickly and started it up and drove to the Yard, laughing the whole way at Holmes’ face I know that is the one thing he never saw coming.
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