Holmes

The Case of Elizabeth Greene - Part 1

I don't remember if I said it in the last post, but the parts are going to be rather short, but there will be a lot of cases when it comes down to it:)

In this part: we meet Spencer!

Yay!

Anyway, enjoy!

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A week had gone by since Charles broke the news to me about Elizabeth's death. The funeral had been that Sunday, and was filled with tears and heartache. I had gone back to work Monday, and carried on as though nothing had happen. I figured that it served her right; she must have brought it on herself...somehow.

It was Friday, and as always, it was busy. Empty glasses were pushed towards me faster than I could fill them up, and I was quickly feeling overwhelmed. When the bar calmed down a bit, I took a deep breath and laid my head on the counter. After a moment, I decided to get back to work - unfortunately.

I picked my head up to see a man sitting in front of me with a cocked eyebrow on his face. His blonde-brown hair was styled up in the front, and his brown eyes poured into mine with a worried look. His pink lips were in a line, but overall his face was flawless, making me want to look at it as often as I could. He wore a wool trench coat with the collar up over a grey shirt.

"Hi," I greeted in an exhale. "Sorry about that; I've had a busy night."

"It's quite alright," he said with a crooked grin. "May I have a Scotch, please?" I didn't answer, simply pouring the drink in a clear glass. I slid it to him, and he thanked me before taking a sip. I filled up a few more drinks before making my way back to the handsome man.

"I've never seen you around here before; are you new in town?" I asked as I dried a wet mug.

"No; I've lived here all my life. I just don't normally hang around pubs." I nodded and grabbed another mug to dry. "What's your name, love?" the man asked.

"Joanna," I replied with a smile. He nodded. "What? You're not going to tell me your name?"

He chuckled. "What's your last name, Joanna?"

"Now, hold on a moment!" I said, setting the mug on the bar. "You can't ask for my last name when you haven't even told me your first name!"

He laughed and took a sip of his Scotch. "Why don't you guess my name?" he offered.

"Or you could make it easy and just tell me," I said, crossing my arms.

He smirked. "Spencer," he replied.

"Well, Spencer, it's very nice to meet you," I said out stretching my hand. He took it in his and kissed the back of it. My ears turned pink as he grinned at me.

"So, did you hear about that murder at Mad Mod's last week?" Spencer asked as I continued to dry off mugs.

"Yeah, I did. The victim was actually a really good friend of mine," I said, frowning slightly.

"Oh, really?" he said. I nodded, not fully trusting my voice. "Wow, I'm really sorry."

"Thanks," I replied grimly, placing the mug on the bar and filling it with alcohol for a yelling customer. "Anyway, I have to get back to work. It's been nice talking to you."

"Wait!" Spencer called as I began to walk away. I turned back to face him. "What time do you get off of work?"

"Nine," I replied.

"Meet me at Ben's Tavern," he said before placing the tab on the bar and hurrying out of the pub. I smiled before walking to the customer to hand him his drink.