Sherlock holmes:The Inspector's Great Loss.Book.1

The crowd.

    We started towards the door when a girl of about 30, stepped in front of our exit and spoke.

"The girl you are looking for is my friend. She is in need of your help Mr.Sherlock. She is scared and does not know what to do. Shhhh.......No questions you must hurry and meet her at the park. Now go, before someone gets to her first." She nodded towards a man getting into a carriage right outside the door.


"Who is he?" I asked.

"No one nice. He is one of the lead detectives on the one police officers murder. I thought you would know that."

"Not until now"

We charged out of the pub and into the street trying to flag a driver, but everyone swerved around us and to the side.

"Watson. Are you up for a little exercise?" Holmes asked me looking at me out of the corner of his eye.

I smiled and Holmes bolted, leaving me in his dust. Due to my injury i was only able to go a few blocks before sputtering to a stop. Sherlock had run far ahead and round a corner, so i lost sight of him.

People bustled around me,laughing emanated from a opened window nearby, some shouted at a carriage driver across the way. people started to jam the side walks making the air stuffy with all kinds of different smell carried from different places. My brain couldn't take it all in, my nostrils felt like there was no air left and my world started to spin.

Just as i felt like i was going to faint, Sherlock appeared before me like a ghost. He reached out with his hand and grabbed my shoulder, lugging through the crowd and out into a more open part of the walk.

"What happened watson? One moment you were there the next you were not."

It took me a second for the air to reach my lungs and fill my body with the necessary energy it need to speak. But even then the words were stopped in my throat.

"I am sorry." Holmes said.

"About what?"

"You were limping as i dragged you out of the crowd. Whether you noticed or not but your is knee is in so much pain it caused you to have that hallucination."

"what hallucination?"

"There never was a crowd Watson"

"What do you mean "There was no crowd. You just pulled me out of it"

"look"

"Holmes, i don't have to look to know that there was a crowd right th......."

I turned and pointed towards where the crowd was..except there wasn't a crowd. Not a single person except me and Sherlock.

I turned quickly once i had discovered i was imagining the whole scenario to say that i was fine. But Holmes quickly cut me off and...

"Go home." Said he.

"I am fine Sherlock"

"Watson. I shall go and find out what i can from this..mystery women. You must go home and rest. Have Miss.Hudson make you some tea and sit on the couch."

He stuck his hand out into the road and a carriage pulled up next to us. He handed the driver a few coins.

"221 Baker Street. And if you could, help him in."

He helped me into the carriage and tapped on the door twice. The horses started up and there was a small jerk. My hand- loosing all my strength- let go of the cane and it dropped to the floor with a thud.

I looked out the window and saw Sherlock waving to me from the side walk. Just before my vision faded, the crowd appeared behind Sherlock. This time however they were dressed in war clothes, nurse outfits, and general uniforms....they were my dead colleagues in the war.