Enola Holmes HIDDEN IRIS'

0 - Where to begin?

Kindrea's POV:

I pulled the screaming kettle from the stove, making my way to my dining room table, candles illuminating my path before I started pouring the boiling water into the teapot, the table itself covered in scattered papers related to my previous case.
The murder was an easy solve: the husband killed the man who was sleeping with his wife.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I jumped, the boiling liquid spilling onto the papers as a result, "Shit!" I rushed to put the kettle back on the stove, just my bloody luck! I scrambled to dry off the papers.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Give me a minute!" I yelled towards the door, lifting the drenched papers I watched as the hours worth of paperwork washed away, "Damn it!" I hissed. I wanted to eat and sleep but of course whoever was pounding on my door at ten pm had to ruin that. I stomped over to the door that was half rotting, my house may have been weathered and... aged, but it was my little cottage. Tearing the door open I found a boy no older than nineteen on the other side,"What!" I snapped, glaring at the useless boy.
The tall male with brown eyes took a step back, taken aback by my outburst and possibly my attire. I was a woman in trousers after all, clearing his throat he stood tall with a kind smile, "Good ugh..." he glanced at the dark sky, "Evening?" He greeted me.
I scoffed, checking the male up and down, posh boy from England, "What's a noble brit doing in little old Scotland?" I questioned.
Noting my infuriated and tired stare he continued, "I am looking for detective Larow? Is she here?" The unnamed boy asked.
I laughed lightly, "Who is asking?" I glared harder, the boy uncomfortable under my stare.
Shuffling on his feet he put out a hand, "Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether," he introduced.
I shook my head, "Jesus, whoever named you had a grudge," I shook his hand.
Dropping his hand back to his side, Tewksbury looked over my shoulder into my small cottage, "Is detective Larow home? I have a case for her," the boy's smile turned to a serious expression.
"She is in front of you," I informed him leaning against my door frame, "Kindrea Larow, it would be nice to meet you if you hadn't caused me to ruin my paperwork," I gestured to the soaked papers, a scowl across my face.
"My apologizes," Tewkesbury frowned, "But I came all the way from England to ask for your help on a ca-" I cut off the boy,
Standing straight, I glared up to him, "If it isn't murder or an unsolvable case you can wait until tomorrow," I went to slam the door in his face, not believing he would have either.
"Please!" Tewkesbury held the door open, the boy a lot taller and stronger than myself, "My-uh friend was kidnapped!" he pleaded, "No one has been able to solve it," he informed me.
I stopped fighting to close the door, intrigued by the statement, "Why not go to Sherlock Holmes?" I asked, the man's name coming out mockingly.
"He couldn't figure it out either," I opened the door again.
"Come in," I smiled.

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Tis I...

I am back with yet another fanfic, no I haven't finished my others yet but, I am trying to get back into a creative burst, I watched Enola Holmes 1 & 2 and then had a dream of a full crime that was placed within Enola Holmes world.

so I hope you enjoy :)