Josephine Amelia Holmes: Save Me a Dance

Chapter One

Now, where to begin?

my mother named me Josephine, she-

oh, wait

new story, my bad

alright!!

back to it then!!

I started a business!

A detective agency, obviously. I'm not a costumer

I was open and ready for my first clients.

I was going to join the pantheon

of great Victorian detectives!

Detective Field, Mackenzie Macintosh, Sir Alfred Hornblower, and Reginald Swain.

And best of all,

I would be joining my brother.

I would be his equal.

A detective in my own right,

worthy of the Holmes name.

a congrats was in order, or so I thought....

"Am I addressing the secretary?"

"Stone the crows, you're young"

"My age is an advantage. I can go to places others can't and explore where others won't. And I can fight. I know jujitsu." I smiled at the old bitch who sat at my desk

"But you're a girl. do you even have experience?" my eye was basically twitching every time I had such a thing "is your brother free?"

so, to speak of the devil!

While I had only gotten a handful of cases,

Sherlock has been drowning in them.

Though his latest appears to be vexing him.

My mother, meanwhile, is still on the run.

And trying not to draw attention to herself. Though that's never been her forte.