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
The Case of the Broken Hearts - Chapter 17Detective Watson led Elaine out of the office and into the hallway. The arrested Elaine hung her head down as they walked.
"What is the meaning of this?" A voice yelled at them from across the hallway.
It was from Samuel Walters, who approached them with a few of his partners behind him.
"What's going on here?!"
"Well," Watson explained, "Elaine Miller is being arrested for the murder of your wife."
"Don't be absurd!"
"Actually," Sheryl said, "She already confessed."
Elaine looked up at Samuel. "Samuel! I'm sorry... But I did it for us!"
"You did it for... You killed Simone?"
"I did it for us! She was going to blackmail you! I did it so that we could be together."
"You... you psycho! I don't know what kind of relationship you think we had, but- but- get that psycho away from me!" Samuel turned and walked away.
Elaine's heart broke after hearing those words. The man that she loved had completely denied their relationship. It was at that moment that she realized that he didn't
The Case of the Broken Hearts - Chapter 16Without being asked, Elaine launched into an explanation of the events, as if confessing would lift a weight off her shoulders. "The security guard for my place told me that Simone Walters wanted to see me. He said that she seemed angry, and I figured that it was finally time that she found out and we had our confrontation. This way, maybe Samuel would finally divorce her and we could be together without having to hide anymore."
"So I opened the door and right away she started screaming at me. We argued for what seemed like ages until she just stopped. She said to me that they would never get a divorce, that she would blackmail Samuel with photos of the affair, which could ruin his reputation. She said that with enough time, he would love her again, and that there was no way that she would hand Samuel over to me."
"I hadn't expected that. I hadn't expected that she would be so cruel as to blackmail him. I couldn't let her do that to Samuel, so I begged her not to do it, but she just sm
The Case of the Broken Hearts - Chapter 15'Elaine Miller', said the sign on the door that Watson knocked on.
"Come in," said a voice from inside the office.
Watson and Sheryl entered the office. It was bit smaller than Samuel Walters', but big enough to be jealous of. The woman sitting behind the desk stood up, "May I help you?"
Watson approached the woman and extended out his right hand, "I'm Detective Watson, and this is Sheryl Holmes. We're investigating the death of Simone Walters and we would like to ask you a few questions."
The woman shook Watson's hand, and in that moment, Sheryl noticed that her right hand had bandages on it, and so did her left hand. Sheryl sniffed the air, and smelled what seemed to be the same perfume that she had smelled in Samuel Walters' office. Of course, just to be safe, Sheryl looked at her mouth and found lipstick of the same colour.
Sheryl ignored the woman's extended hand. "Elaine Miller, right?"
The woman withdrew her hand and sat back down, "Yes, that's correct. I don't know how I can he