Summary: Sherlock Holmes is a great detective. Sherual Watts is his great-great grand daughter. She's been around the world and back yet home called her back, as did her penchant for solving. But she finds herself in a tight spot when her detecting leads to the origin of her family, a mystery untouched by the ages - the Holmes mystery.
Rating: G
Chapter 1: Enter Sherual
She ducked under the outstretched arm of a woman reaching across from her cubicle to her friend next door and weaved around the people walking through the narrow corridor with arms weighed down by assorted papers, files and books, always keeping in sight the tell-tale swish of that black coat.
Leaving behind a mild case of disarray and chaos, she pounded after the shadow, who swiftly but silently navigated around the next few maze like passages.He never went fast enough to leave her far behind, but remained tantalisingly close, teasing cruelly, sometimes with only unclear glimpses as a clue to where he'd gone. Pausing briefly, he glanced around himself as though unsure before flitting away to his left, moving again with a lightness of foot unseen on such a tall man.
Her heart was already thudding from the adrenaline and the need to keep chasing the dark figure yet she pushed on a little harder before stopping where he had. Where'd he go? Looking to her left, she noticed the bank of lifts that adorned the far wall. She barely had time to see him wave and grin jauntily before a lift whisked him away. She immediately sprinted to the closest lift and stabbed its button, knowing that this particular building had lifts that mentioned the location of all the lifts in the area.
It seemed that the destination of the man was the roof, so she set her own to the same. Fingers pulling through her hair, she sank against a mirrored panel wall and concentrated on slowing her breathing.
-ping!- You are now approaching, your destination.
The man should have already reached. Straightening, she flung her her sweaty hair behind her in readiness to bolt as soon as the metallic doors opened.
The roof was only a place for clandestine meetings and impromptu breaks, a barren courtyard of concrete and cigarette breaks. She arrived in time to see him make a dramatic leap from the ten storey bulding to a lower residential flat. Stared as he landed buoyantly. He pirouetted and returned her stare with a cold one of his own. With largely exaggerated mouth movements, he clearly and loudly enunciated his words . He already knew she was an expert at lipreading.
"You will rue the day you were ever born, Sherual Watts." He turned and ran to the other end of the structure, another death-defying jump taking him out of her line of sight.
Her half-hearted scowl dropped, a befuddled expression taking place. She punted a conveniently placed beer can. It fell over, spilling dregs of leftover amber coloured liquid. Way to go, Sherlock.
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Feel free to cut this to pieces, I'll try my best to take your suggestions to heart. Plus, I'd like your opinions. Also, I'm not sure if this should be in action/adventure. DOn't you think it'd be really nice to have a mystery section?
