Holmes

The Case of Elizabeth Greene - Part 2

Here's part 2!

History time...kind of...lol

Enjoy!!

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A bell above the door rang as I opened the door to Ben's Tavern. "Hello," the hostess greeted. "Table for one?"

"Actually, I'm meeting someone here. Spencer?" I offered.

"Yes, he's been expecting you," she said as she led me to a booth tucked away in the back corner of the restaurant. She placed the menu on the table, but my brown eyes locked with Spencer's as I walked up.

"You made it," he said with a smile as I slid into the booth in front of him.

"Yeah, finally," I replied, slipping my coat off of my shoulders.

"What would you like to drink?" the hostess asked.

"Just a water will be fine," I replied. She nodded and hurried to the kitchen. "So, why'd you want me to come here?" I asked.

"What? I can't take a pretty girl to dinner?" he asked, mocking offence.

"You didn't seem like you just wanted to take me out to dinner," I informed.

"Wow, you're good," he complimented, sipping his water.

"So, what's the matter?"

"Well, I'm going to be completely honest; I'm not just some guy who walked into the pub without an incentive." He pulled something out of his coat pocket and flipped it open, revealing a silver badge and an ID card. "I'm a private investigator, and have taken an interest in the case of Elizabeth Greene. And since you said that you were a friend of hers, I figured you'd have some information for me."

"What kind of information are you looking for?" I asked, taking the glass of water from the waitress's hand as she walked up to the table. She took our food orders quickly before hurrying away to the kitchen.

"What did Elizabeth like to do on the weekends?" Spencer asked.

"Drink until she passed out," I said with a small laugh.

"Really?"

"Of course; we go out together almost every weekend."

"Well, did Elizabeth have any enemies?" Spencer asked.

I answered after taking a sip of water. "She had ex-boyfriends." And it wasn't a lie. She seemed to have a new lover every week we would meet up. I didn't even bother keeping up with their names after a certain point.

"But, would any of them have a reason to kill her?"

"No, not really," I said thoughtfully. "Her breakups weren't too bad. It was usually after the boy had done something stupid. She never resented a guy after she broke up with him, though."

Spencer nodded thoughtfully. "Did she have a favourite boyfriend over any others?"

"Henry," I answered automatically. "Henry dated her for almost six months. They broke up after he had gone to the military, but still remained friends. An injury made him retire, but they never got back together. But, when his twin brother, Hendrix, committed suicide, Henry was never the same. I haven't seen him in quite some time, now that I think about it..."

"Interesting.." he mused aloud. The waitress then returned with our food, and we began eating.

"What does your father do?" Spencer asked after a moment.

I gave him an odd look. "Well, he's the assistant to an investigator," I informed.

My father, John Watson, worked with famous investigator Sherlock Holmes after he returned home from his medical position in Afghanistan. They've worked together for quite some time, and when I was born, my father taught me a lot about investigating. I asked to work with 'Uncle Sherlock' as I called him, but I was never allowed.

"And what is your father's name?" Spencer asked.

"John," I answered automatically.

"Of course; how could I have missed it?" he said to himself.

"What?" I asked.

"Your father..I know him. He's my father's best friend, as a matter of fact."

"Your father?" I pushed.

He smirked. "Yes, perhaps you've heard of him..does the name Sherlock Holmes ring any bells?"

I gaped. "Oh, my God! Yes! Uncle Sherlock! I can't believe it!" I marvelled at him. "Wow, you look a lot like him," I informed.

He laughed. "I'd say the same, but I'm not sure if that'd be taken as a compliment or not." I copied his laughter as we continued to eat our supper.

"So, will you help me?" Spencer asked as I pushed my plate away from me.

"Help you?" I repeated.

"Yeah. You know everything about this Elizabeth Greene. You have a key to her flat and the code to her building. You would be able to pick out her previous lovers out of a group of men, and you know where she liked to hang around. You'd be the perfect help."

"Help," I echoed. "How'd you know all of that?" I asked, expecting him to have the same talent as his father.

"Well, you said that you were her best friend, and that you two went out every weekend. You also mentioned that she would always drink until she passed out. You seem like the kind of friend who only drinks one before she's done for the night, so you would naturally make sure that your friend makes it home safely. And since she'd either be passed out or too drunk to comprehend a conscious thought, you'd know the code to her building - she'd be too drunk to punch it in herself - and you'd have her room key - she'd be too drunk to find her keys. I also figured that, since she always had a new lover, you'd memorise he face just in case Elizabeth got mysteriously kidnapped and you were asked to point him out in a line-up. Plus, since you are always with her, you would know where she hangs around; you'd need to know where to pick her drunk self up, wouldn't you?"

I clapped. "Bravo. That was extraordinary," I complimented.

He chuckled. "Thank you, thank you, you're too kind." I laughed as he paid the bill and we stood up. We donned our coats before we made our way to the door. He opened the door for me, and we both stepped into the brisk London air. "So, will you do it?" Spencer asked as he scanned the street for a cab.

"Do what?" I replied.

"Help me on this case," he explained as he hailed a cab.

"Oh, I don't know..." I looked at him, and saw that he had put on a pouting face. His eyes grew wide, his bottom lip jutted out, and his hands were folded under his chin. I sighed deeply. "Fine, I'll do it."

He hugged me tightly. "Thank you! Okay, I'll meet you here tomorrow morning for breakfast before we start looking into the case." He pecked my cheek swiftly before climbing into the back of the cab and disappeared down the street. I took a deep breath, faintly touched my cheek, smiled, and began my walk back to my flat.