The Adventure Began at Holmes

Sadie Holmes, Consulting Detective

"Okay, John. Now, Moriarty isn't in his little office or whatever you want to call it right now, but he has been here recently. I can tell because he has a mug that has a king's crown on it, obviously a slight hint at boasting about how he is the king of the criminal world, and whatever is inside of the mug is still faintly steaming. There's also a piece of paper, on his desk. He was using a special liquid pen and the ink still hasn't dried. In fact, some of the words are smudged, meaning whoever wrote it was left-handed. The only other person that could have been in here is Sebastian and we both know he is right-handed. Or I do at least. I also know exactly where they have gone. Sebastian was quite irritable before when Moriarty was "feeding" you. He was in desperate need of a smoke. Moriarty doesn't smoke, but he often accompanies Sebastian when he does. How do I know? Because there is a mild smell of smoke in this room and when Sebastian attacked me I was right next to him and he was practically bathing in the scent of nicotine. Most likely they have stepped out while Sebastian takes a smoking break from patrol. I'm guessing we only have about fifteen minutes. Moriarty is very particular about things and would most likely be back at a set time. Seeing as it takes most men about 12-14 minutes to smoke, and they have just stepped out a few minutes ago, Jim would most likely want it to last exactly fifteen minutes. Now, let's go look for a door and find Sherlock."

"That was...amazing. I can't believe that you can already do that and you're only sixteen!" John said with a look of awe, but could also sense a tinge of jealousy. Honestly, his words made me feel good. Nobody has ever told me how cool my gift was, and it kind of made me feel normal. It was awesome how easily I just blurted out all the facts. I totally get why Sherlock likes having him as a friend.

"Uh, thanks", I said as I looked for any kind of door or secret opening. When I couldn't find any I just started rushing around the room quite crazily, the thoughts in my mind screaming. "I HAVE TO FIND IT. I NEED TO FIND SHERLOCK. I JUST HAVE TO GET THEM OUT BEFORE IT TOO LATE. I HAVE TO!"

"SADIE!" John grabbed my arms and snapped me out of it. "Look, just...calm down okay? We'll find him. We will because we have to. Just relax. Plus, I think I found something." Apparently, I had said those things out loud. I took a deep breath and followed him over to a portion of the wall. "I don't know why, but for some reason, this looks a little odd to me. I was hoping you could do your little deduction thing to...you know, figure out why." John told me.

I scanned the room. Ugly wallpaper, Moriarty's desk, random objects, concrete floor. Nothing unusual yet. Then I looked back at the portion of wall that John had said looked off. I studied it for a second. "It's the wallpaper! It doesn't match up exactly with the rest of the wall. See? This bit is about a centimeter higher than the rest. This must be the door, But how does It open...?" I thought out loud. John started immediately pressing, pulling, and pushing random objects to see if it would open. I just stood there in thought. I looked around near the wall, then at the misaligned part, and repeated. There was a small table with a drawer against the wall, to the left of the odd portion. It held a small lamp, and a golden statue of ironically, an angel. "Hahaha, clever!"

"What!?" John asked. "You found the way in?"

"Yes. Moriarty was clever. He used his own irony and placed something in here that did not match up to him, but not that clever because he gave it away."

"...what...?"

"Don't you see? This table is to the left of the odd bit of wall, which means whatever he uses to open it must be on this table, for he is left-handed. That object is the angel statue! You told me that Moriarty told Sherlock that he was on the side of the angels, which made him boring and ordinary. So instead of making this angel statue boring and ordinary, he gave it a purpose. He used it as...", I trailed off as I push the statue, and the secret door starts to open. "The opening to the secret door." I smirked because I was not fully confident that it would work, but it did. I'm pretty pleased with myself. Hmm, maybe I could be a consulting detective too.

Both me and John rush into the room. It was quite dark, with only a small lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. That's when we both saw him. He was sitting at a small table looking extremely nonchalant.

"Sherlock!?" John and I exclaimed in unison.