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(We have a Sherlock and a Watson and another yet unnamed other person.)


The woman sat on the porch of her a duplex on Baker Street. The woman wore a brown trench coat and loafers. She held an empty smoking pipe cupped in her left hand. The address on the mailbox was 221 A and 221 B. 221 A was vacant. 221 B only looked vacant as the presence of the strange brunette on the porch showed. "Watson," the woman called to a man that was passing by on the other side of the street, "Come! The game is afoot!" The man walked faster. The woman stood up and tapped her empty pipe against the doorway as if emptying it. "The doctor must be on his way to see a patient," the woman said aloud to herself as she watched the man hurry down the street.

Sampson drove down the road slowly reading off a paper he had. He'd gotten several calls about a woman who seemed to think she was Sherlock Holmes, so he figured it wouldn't hurt to stop by and check it out. He looked at the address he had written down on the paper and glanced at the addresses of the houses he passed until he saw the one that had the same address. He saw a woman standing outside, holding a pipe and dressed in a trench coat and loafers. He parked his car and got out, walking up to the woman. "Uh, excuse me, are you Nancy Cartwright?"He asked.

"Watson," the woman replied as she glanced at the doctor, "You are late, my dear fellow. I had thought, almost thought to go without you." The woman rubbed the smoking pipe against her trench coat then tucked in into one of the large pockets where it rattled against something. "Come, Watson," she said taking a step toward the side of the duplex, "Our latest case strikes us close to home. To the garden," she announced as she walked to the gate that separated the front yard from the back. "Have you, your revolver with you?" the crazy woman asked the doctor,"If the foul fiend is still about we may have need of it," she said as she fiddled with the latch on the gate.

"Alright, what happened Detective?"Sampson asked playing along and following "Sherlock"

"Detective? Why have you turned so cold, John? Is this all a game to you?" the woman asked as she opened the gate and pushed open wide. "All these years of solving crimes have been nothing to you compared to the monotany of wedded life? Where is your spark of curiosity, man?! Have you lost it? If you have we'd best find it or we'll never solve this case," the woman announced as she walked into the backyard. The yard was small. It was comprised of a square of overgrown sun baked grass and a rusty shed in the back corner. A cat ran out of the grass and scrambled up the fence as 'Sherlock' entered the yard. The cat stared at them for a second before dropped down to the other side of the fence.

"Aha! Did you see him, Watson," the woman cried pointing at the fence. "Keep his image clear in your mind, Doctor we will need to track him down later, as he is our chief witness to the crime." She walked around the edge of the grass and stopped about a foot from the shed. In the grass lay a decomposing lizard. Sticks of chalk had been carefully laid around the tiny body to make an outline. White smudges on the grass suggested that this was the latest attempt in a number of tries to make a chalk outline around the fallen lizard. "What do you make of it, Dear Doctor," the crazy woman asked as she stood inches from the dead animal.

"Well Sherlock, I think a cat or a bird got it for a snake before it left."Sampson said. "Tell me, ahve you been taking any medications lately?"Sampson asked, thinking the woman might just have picked up the wrong prescription for an ailment and wound up being a bit intoxicated ta the time.

"Clearly, Watson, but what you fail to see, what is plainly before you. This poor fellow ingested a ring of great value to the Lady Von Hamperstain, who you may remember from our fifteen-hundrith case together. It was odd that her Ladyship turned into a hamster but stranger things have happened London," the woman stated seriously as she poked the lizard with toe of her loafer. "Always a doctor first, a detective second," she said. "Now you known as well as anyone I'm clean. Your my own private doctor after all. If I were on anything you'd know about it before anyone, Watson." The woman bent down to pick up the rotting reptile. "You will have to operate on the corpse, Doctor, as your skill surpasses mine in that area. In the mean while I shall track down our witness."

"Uuuuh...... Riiiiight...."Sampson said looking at the Lizard cadaver. He still wasn't sure if the woman he was talking to was legitimately crazy or just hyped up on some kind of medicine. "Drat! It seems I have forgotten my medical tools at my house. I will go around the neighborhood and ask around if anyone has anything I could use in their place. Uh.. Sherlock, you stay here and guard the crime scene. In case the culprit returns to clean up this mess" Sampson, having. He left heading over to some of the other duplexes and neighbors near by. He stopped at one house and knocked on the door.

"Our house is right here," the woman protested as the man dashed off. "You know, sometimes I worry about him," she said to the dead lizard. "Ah, perhaps he spied our witness do you think?" she asked the reptile. "Mayhaps," she said as if the dead animal had replied. "Do not worry, friend, the good doctor shall return soon. I have no doubt of it," 'Holmes' assured the deceased lizard.

The neighbor opened the door a crack and looked at Sampson suspiciously. "Do you need something?" they asked him.

"Uhm, yes. I'm a psychologist. I got a call about a woman on this street thinking she was Sherlock Holmes. I was wodnering if she was seen returning to her home with any bags from any of the enarby pharmacies. I think it's a possibility that she got the wrong prescription and got a little... uh.... Loopy if you know what I mean." Sampson said to the neighbor.

The old woman stared at the doctor for a long few seconds. "How would I know that?" she asked him. "Mother? Who are you talking to?" another younger woman's voice called from inside the house. "Has that woman at 221 B ever gone to the pharmacist?" the old woman called over her shoulder. "I don't think so. I haven't seen her going that far on her own. She usually doesn't go much father than the end of the street unless she's chasing one of the cats or something," the other woman called back. "This fellow wants to know if she's not any medication," the old woman called to her daughter. "Who wants to know," the other younger woman came to the door now. "I don't know if she's on anything. If she is the bottles would be laying around her house I'd guess."

"Alright, thanks for the suggestion that hadn't run through my head. You take care now."Sampson said walking off back to the duplex. He had heard the woman refer to her house as "our house" so he assumed she would allow him inside, but he knew it would be rude to just walk in start rummaging through her belongings. " Sherlock, the neighbors had no tools of which to use, if it is alright with you I'd like to check inside."Sampson said, noticing the woman holding the dead lizard.

"Are alright, Doctor?" the woman asked him, "How could you not have thought to check your own room for your utensils first?" She opened the back door and carried the lizard inside.

The house was small and cluttered. The living room was full of papers stacked on everything. A pair of recliners sat in the middle of the room. A coffee table stood in front of the chairs and a small end table sat between them. Two dinning chairs sat across from the recliners on the other side of the coffee table.

Papers were stacked up all over the floor and on the tables and chairs. The dinning table had been pushed up against one wall and had various glass beakers and vials laying among the papers. Some had colored liquids in them. They smelt like kool-aid. Between the small kitchen and the living room was a narrow set of stairs that lead up to the bedrooms. The kitchen was a little untidy but not dangerously so.

"You do remember how to get to your room?" the woman asked the doctor, "You've been away so long with Mary, I'm surprised you ever found your way back to Baker Street."

The bedroom on the right was locked and the one on the left looked like a guest room. It was dusty and empty of decorations. The nightstand by the bed was even empty.

Sampson looked around the room, he saw no empty pills bottles or any pharmacy sacs. "Well.... well that rules out being loopy..."Sampson thought to himself. "Uh, yes, could you show me to my room again? I've forgotten my way around the house while I was away."Sampson said.

With the dead lizard in one hand and the other arm around the doctor's shoulders 'Sherlock' guided him up the narrow flight of stairs. "Yours is the one on the left," she told him. The room was dusty but the bed was made. The closet and nightstand were empty. The other room was locked. "I left it just how it was when you left, Doctor," the woman told him as she waved a hand at the room.

"Alright, by hcance where are my tools?"Sampson asked curious to what "Sherlock" would say. After this he was planning on trying to get the woman out of her fantasy. He hoped this would be easy, and if he couldn't then he would just a pil lthat would help, seeing as how the woman saw him as a doctor.

"Right here," the woman said kneeling down to pull a black toy doctor's bag from under the bed. It had a toy stethoscope and a handful of plastic knifes and forks inside. "See just where you left it," the woman told him as she held the dead lizard out to him.

"Um... right."Sampson taking the bag. He didn't take the lizard when she offered it to him. "Look Nancy, I think you might be sick. If you'll go wait in the living room, and put that lizard back outside, I may be able to help figure out whats wrong."Sampson said putting the Doctor's bag down.

"This is a case of utmost importance, Watson," the woman told Sampson. "I know you think we shouldn't tamper with the corpse, but this is important. I don't think you realize just how important it is," she told him.

(I need to be off for now. I have family over tomorrow so I may be slow in replying.)

"you said the lizard swallowed a ring earlier. I think a bit of jewelry can wait." Sampson responded.