It had been several months since I had last spoken to Sherlock Holmes. I was starting to get restless just sitting around, doing nothing of any excitement or adventure. I was not used to this kind of lifestyle, nor did I want to get used to it. Thankfully on the 15th of August I received a phone call from Lestrade. He informed me that Sherlock was already with him and that there was a case he wanted us to help out with. He gave me an address and hung up the phone. I quickly told Mary that I was going out and I would not be back in a while. She was a bit annoyed at not being invited, but she let me go all the same. I kissed on the cheek and said goodbye to my daughter who was playing with her science kit in the sitting room. Then I grabbed my coat and left the house, unaware of the fact that it would be the last time I ever saw her or Mary ever again.
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Holmes and the Doctor
FanfictionAfter beginning to investigate a missing person Sherlock and Watson find themselves in an unexpected situation
