𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓, holmesbury

𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝

Enola's POV :
As me and Tewkesbury were sitting and chatting on the park bench, I heard someone call my name, "Enola!" Izzie said with a grin, "I knew that Aussie accent from anywhere!"

She went up to us, and I waved, "You didn't tell me you had a boyfr-" I interrupted her "He's my friend, I met him in Oxford" I said as Izzie nodded "Alirght" She said as she sat down next to me, now this is awkward, there was very long silence, I started shaking my foot

"Enola- should we uh- um" Tewkesbury stuttered, "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I'm so sorry, Izzie, I can't right now. I'll see you at school," I said as I grabbed Tewkesbury's arm and started walking aggressively.

"Who was she?" Tewkesbury asked, "My friend slash classmate," I explained, and Tewkesbury glanced at me with confusion. "I thought you hated it there; now you have a friend?" He questioned

"I really do hate it there" I said, but eyes go to someone who looks familiar in the streets, I walked up to her "Enola?" Tewkesbury said in confusion as he ran after me, "Florence? Florence Baker?"

The girl walked up to me "Enola, nice to see you, who's he?" Florence asked, my jaw formed an "o," and I gazed at Tewkesbury. "This is my friend. His name is James, a friend from Oxford," I said with a small grin.

"Oh, well, I'm busy right now, so see you tomorrow," Florence said as she bowed her head and left. Me and Tewkesbury continued our walk.

Phoebe's POV :
As I was writing down clues for my case on a piece of paper, my mother and uncle came in, which made me flinch. "Mother, you scared me," I said as I smiled and put my hand on my heart.

"I didn't mean to scare you, Pheebs, but your uncle has a request," Mother said. I looked at her confusedly. "Since you're a detective, may you look for James?" Uncle said, I had fear in my eyes.

I go back to my paper "I'm sorry, I'm too focused in this case right now, I can't" I said as I had my nose scrunched and my fingers in the middle of my nose, Uncle got angry "This is your little brother, you can't just-" he was explaining but I interrupted him by holding him by gun point

Mother was looking at me"Phoebe. Put. The. Gun. Down. Now." I glared at my mother. "He's living his life peacefully. He's happy." I explained as a tear dropped from her eye.

"You know where he is, and you never told us." Mother realized as her eyes widened that Uncle stole the gun from me as I lay on the ground. I looked up, and he shot me in the shoulder. I was in pain; I couldn't get up, and I saw them leave to investigate.

I held my shoulder and got up. I walked to the nearest bathroom to heal my wound. I rubbed my shoulder with some alcohol and got a needle. I sewed the open part of my shoulder and went out as fast as I could.

I got a carriage all the way to the train station to go to England.

I finally arrived, I went to Sherlock's address, to ask for them, I knocked on the door as he answered "Phoebe? Aren't you supposed to be in London?" He asked, "Um, no, I went here; I need to ask something," I said as he let me in.

I sat down on one chair "My brother, James. He's friends with your little sister, Enola. "Do you know where they have been?" I asked as he shakes his head, I stood up and held both of shoulders "Come on you must help me"

He noticed my shirt had blood, he looked at me confusingly, he grabbed my right shoulder as I looked at his arm, and we made eye contact. "What happened?" He asked, and my mouth formed an "o."

"My uncle, he—um—he shot me." I answered, "Your own uncle?" He asked, and I was about to say something, but we heard the door open—it was his brother Mycroft—and I realized he was still holding my shoulder.

He quickly stopped holding my shoulder and asked, "Am I interrupting something?" Mycroft asked, "No, you're not; she's just my assistant." Sherlock answered, "We were just talking about...a case that we were solving." I said awkwardly.

Enola's POV :
Me and Tewkesbury we're having a very fun walk we shared laughs. It was time to go home.

Once we arrived at my house Tewkesbury climbed to a window that leads to my room. I enter the door to see Phoebe and Sherlock having a nice conversation with a glass of wine, I grinned as I gazed at them, but I quickly went upstairs.

I enter my room to see Teweksbury reading one of my books I left on my table "I have something to tell you" I said as I sat down next to Tewkesbury in my bed

"What is it?" Tewkesbury asked "There's something between my brother and your sister" I explained, he looked confused

"I saw them having a conversation, laughing, and having some wine" I said, Tewkesbury laughed

"They're just friends, we shouldn't be quick to assume they're together, plus isn't your brother way older than Phoebe" Tewkesbury said

"No, my brother is 25 and your sister is 23" I explained.

Phoebe's POV :
We heard someone enter while Sherlock and I were talking over a glass of wine, but I noticed that she was simply walking upstairs.

"Was it Enola?" Sherlock questioned as I shrugged. "How many clues have you gathered on Louise Evans?" He inquired. "A few, she was last seen at a play alongside her friend Marie Oakley," I said as I sipped my wine.

"Let's go there," Sherlock said as he walked away. "Sherlock, it's 3 degrees outside," I yelled as I chased him down. "It's freezing, let's simply go to the theater tomorrow morning," I murmured as he took off his coat and wrapped it around me

"Let's hail a cab now," Sherlock replied.

We arrived at the theater and looked around. "The next show is tomorrow at 10:30 a.m." A lady said, "We're not here to watch a show." Sherlock said, and the lady looked at us and said, "What are you here for?"

"Do you know Louise Evans?" Her parents hired Sherlock to find her. "That girl, do you really want to know about her?" The lady said as we both nodded, "Follow me." She said as we followed her.

"Louise Evans was here on January 15th, 1885." The lady explained, "The day she went missing." I interrupted as the lady nodded.

"She went to audition for a play; she was with her friend Marie Oakley. And after she auditioned, I didn't give her the role; instead, I gave it to Marie, and a few seconds later, I heard them arguing in the makeup room." The lady explained, "What kind of argument were they having?" Sherlock asked

"It's like Marie was bullying her; it's like she never wanted Louise to get the role, but Marie wanted the role for herself and wanted Louise to cry. "I hope this is enough." The lady explained, "It's all the information we need, thanks, miss." I said

"Miller, Mabelle Miller" Mabelle said, "We'll come back soon, Ms. Mabelle." Let's go, Phoebe," Sherlock said as he held out his hand for me. I grabbed his hand and walked out.

"Do you think Marie kidnapped Louise?" I asked as I was still holding his hand. "I don't think; I know," Sherlock said as we walked all the way home.

Enola's POV :
Me and Tewkesbury were looking out the window; we saw Phoebe and Sherlock left together. I glanced at Tewkesbury. "See, James, I told you," I said with a grin as I sat on my bad

"They're detectives; they're probably solving a case," Tewkesbury said. I rolled my eyes and was annoyed. How could he not notice there was something between them? "Wait, they're back; they're holding hands," Tewkesbury said with a smirk, and I smirked back.

I saw Phoebe enter my room; she looked confused as she saw me and Tewkesbury smirking at her. "Sherlock told me you were here, so I went here." She said

"Don't play with me, Phoebe; I know you guys have a thing for each other." I said, and Phoebe shook her head. "Me and Sherlock were solving our case." Phoebe said as she took off "her" coat.

"That's my brother's coat," I said. "It was freezing outside, and friends can hold hands," Phoebe said.

"If you say so," I said, not convinced at all. "Okay, I have some mattresses and a small couch. Who claims what?" I asked, "I can have the couch; Phoebe can have the mattress," Tewkesbury said with a grin. I tilted my head and took out a mattress.

I placed some pillows and a blanket on the small couch, and we tucked ourselves into bed to have a rest. I still need to go to Ms. Harrison's finishing school for young ladies.

A/N : Sorry for the lack of Holmesbury at this chapter! I wanted to make a love story between Phoebe and Sherlock so badly🤭🤭