After-School Detectives - Birthday PresentIt was a few days after the winter holidays, and we, the After-School Detectives, were back in the clubroom again. I looked over at the nine or ten case files that we had accumulated on the shelves over the past year, and wondered what cases the new year was going to bring us.
The three of us were doing our own things when Brett, our classmate, burst in all the sudden, "Guys! You have to help me!"
Sheryl stood up excitedly and declared with a thumbs-up, "Don't worry, Brett, the After-School Detectives are on it!"
"Thank you, Sheryl!"
"Holmes..., call me Holmes."
I put down the book that I was reading, "So, what's up, Brett?"
"Virginia's birthday is coming up, and I need to get her a birthday present!"
"Oh!" Samantha perked up, "You're that Brett and Virginia!"
Samantha was, of course, referring to the After-School Detective's second case, where we brought the couple together. This was a relief, since that meant we weren't going to be caught in the same situation as the one with Frankli
After-School Detectives - Costumes"What are you going as?" Sheryl asked me one morning before homeroom started. She was, of course, referring to the fun little policy that we had at our school here, where, as long as it wasn't anything too extravagant, we were allowed to come to school dressed up in costumes on Halloween.
I turned around to face her, since she sat behind me, and replied, "I'm probably not going to dress up."
Sheryl pouted, "C'mon! We're the After-School Detectives, at least come as a detective!" Then, with a sparkle in her eye, "Why don't you come as Watson? I'll be coming as-"
"Sherlock Holmes, I know. And no, I'm not coming in as your sidekick."
Sheryl pouted and tossed a piece of candy into her mouth.
As Sheryl was beginning to argue with me again, Ms. Grey, our homeroom teacher, walked in. She smiled and greeted the class before launching into the morning announcements, "As you all know, Halloween is a couple of days away, and I know that some of you were excited about being able to come to school
After-School Detectives - Candy Surprise"Hey Watson!" yelled a voice from behind me.
I sighed and said, "It's James, Samantha."
Samantha caught up to me and gave me her usual bubbly smile.
I sighed again. I guess it was too good to last. A few days ago, she was, of course, acting all prim and proper in front of her crush, Matthew, and so she refrained from calling me by that hated nickname of mine. But now that we had finished up with Matthew's case (and he wasn't around to make her nervous), I guess things were back to normal. Oh well, at least she was using it affectionately. I think.
"Wasn't Matthew's performance simply fantastic?" Samantha said, still remember when her crush performed in Mr. Brown's class only a few hours ago.
"It was alright," I said.
We walked to the After-School Detectives clubroom and I opened the door. Sheryl Holmes was already there, with a bowl of candy in the middle of the table.
She picked up the bowl and held it out for us, "Candy?"
"No thanks," I said, taking a seat.
"Sure!" Samantha eagerly g
After-School Detectives - Vivaldi's RosinSheryl and I were sitting in our newly acquired clubroom, waiting for someone to walk in with a new case for us. Outside was a sign that proudly said 'After-School Detectives', made by an equally proud Sheryl Holmes.
It was a small clubroom. There was a table in the middle, which was surrounded by four chairs, and an empty shelf. We should probably fill up the shelf one day, but today, we were just sitting in the clubroom, waiting.
I was sitting on one of the chairs, trying to read a book. However, I couldn't concentrate at all because right across from me was Sheryl playing on her recorder.
Or, at least, she was trying to. Every few notes that she played was followed by a mistake.
It went on like this for fifteen minutes or so before I set my book down and asked her, "What are you doing?"
"Playing the recorder, of course."
"Because, that's why."
Sheryl continued trying to play whatever song she was trying to play. I looked at her, trying to figure out what was going on. It
After-School Detectives - AnnabellAs Sheryl and I were walking to school one day, we heard a wail charging towards us, "Sheryyyl!"
"Holmes," said Sheryl, in an annoyed tone, as she turned around, "Call me Hol-"
However, Sheryl's insistence on being called by her surname was interrupted by a girl tackling Sheryl into a hug. The two of them almost fell over from the force of the tackle-hug, but Sheryl managed to keep her balance somehow.
Hugging Sheryl tightly, with tears welling up in her eyes, the girl managed to sputter out some words, "Sh-Sheryl, Annabell's been kidnapped!"
"Sa-Samantha?" Sheryl was surprised to see our usually bubbly classmate so upset.
"You have to help me!' cried Samantha.
"Um," I chimed in, hoping to make sense of this situation, "Who's Annabell?"
Samantha loosened her grip on Sheryl and wiped her tears, "Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you there, Watson."
"It's James," I replied, annoyed. Ever since Sheryl made that announcement in class, some people have taken to calling me that whenever I'm with Shery
After-School Detectives - Love Haiku"I'm James, and that's Sheryl. So, how can we help you?" I said to the girl who had approached us as Sheryl finished writing down our club name, After-School Detectives, on the clubroom request form.
"I'm Virginia, from Ms. Greene's class. And... well..." Virginia looked left and right nervously, as if trying to make sure no one was listening to us. Then, flustered, she took out a letter. "I found this in my locker."
Sheryl grabbed the letter and tried to take it from Virginia. However, the embarrassed Virginia was having a hard time letting go of it. There was a tug of war for a few moments before Virginia finally released her grip on the letter.
Smiling victorious, Sheryl opened the letter and proceeded to read it... out loud, "Dear Virginia, I-"
Virginia's face redden and I grabbed the letter from Sheryl.
"Hey!" Sheryl yelled at me.
"Can't you see that this is private?" I scolded Sheryl and gestured to Virginia's now-scarlet face.
"Oh, right... Sorry." Sheryl apologized sheepishly.
After-School Detectives"I deem thee Watson!"
I turned around to face the girl sitting at the desk behind me. The girl was Sheryl Holmes. We had met in the first grade, and ever since then, we were what one would call friends. Giving her a curious stare, I asked the only question that could be asked, "What?"
"I'm going to start a detective agency, so you should be the Watson to my Holmes."
I raised an eyebrow at her suggestion. Ever since she was little, Sheryl's dad had been reading mystery stories to her, so that was probably what brought this on, "Your dad's been reading you mystery stories again?"
"Nope, I read them myself," she beamed proudly. "And from now on, call me Holmes!"
"Just because you two share the same surname doesn't mean that you're anything like Sherlock Holmes."
"... fine, but I'm still calling you Watson!"
"No, Sheryl, please don't."
"Waaaatson," she said, with a playful tone in her voice.
I gave up and sighed. At this moment, our seventh grade teacher, Ms. Grey, ent
The Case of the Broken Hearts - EpilogueSheryl sat on the edge of her bed, with her head in her hands, thinking about the day's events.
Mike walked in and leaned on the doorway, "I heard that you and Watson were arguing at the precinct today."
Mike stood there for a few more moments, looking at his sister with concern. Then, he decided to leave her alone with her thoughts, "Alright, if you need me, I'll be watching the game."
Mike turned to leave, but Sheryl stopped him, asking, "Was I that bad, Mike?"
Mike hesitated, but in the end, he said, "Sometimes."
"Look, kid, don't beat yourself up too much about it. Neither of you were perfect."
Sheryl contemplated that for a few moments before saying, "Thanks, Mike."
Mike headed downstairs.
Sheryl sighed in frustration, trying to put her thoughts together. Frustrated, she grabbed a piece of candy from her desk and angrily ate it.
The Case of the Broken Hearts - Chapter 18Watson returned to his team's area after handing Elaine Miller over to a guard for booking. Detectives Wong and Nadir were working away on their computers, finishing up their reports for the case.
Sheryl sat at on a chair in the team's area, her anger brewing. Finally, she said, in a tone that hid nothing, "Well, at least one cheater is behind bars."
Watson looked at her, trying to keep his own temper under control, "Look, Sheryl, I -"
"No! You don't get to 'Look, Sheryl' me after you -"
Watson couldn't hold it any longer, after years of this, he finally had to get it off his chest. "Alright, that's it! I've already apologized enough the first time! This time, I'm going to be honest about this!"
"Oh, like how you were so honest when you were cheating on me?!"
"No! This time, I'm going to tell you exactly why I cheated on you!"
"Oh, I'd looooove to hear this, do go on."
"You were always trying to be Sherlock Holmes!"
Watson grabbed his hair at this. "So? So?! So you never cared a