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Tampering With the Evidence (Closed to damatos)

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Lucille Klaus was a young woman and not a day over 26. She was a woman of intrigue and adventure. She was trained in many different forms of self defense and investigation... her biggest assignment? To pull the ever curious Sherlock Holmes out of his state of seclusion. Not even the talented of most doctors could manage to do this... it was a wonder if Lucille ever managed to pull Sherlock out of this strange behavior he was practicing... but, Lucille just accepted he was a strange man and he would always have strange behavoir. His loneliness just caused it to become more clear once and a while. She just needed to find a way to keep him from being lonely... that was where she came in. Lucille was to be his new companion and she would draw attention to him indeed.

The minute she got to 221 Baker Street, she was immediately sent up to a room by a pushy old woman. When she reached for the knob, the old lady nearly screamed. There had been a gun shot, "That bloody..." she muttered. Lucille stopped the old woman, "Ma'm... do not worry about escorting me in... I understand Mr.Holmes is in this room. I shall go in myself." With that, she thanked the old woman and slipped into the dark room without warning. She closed the door behind her and turned around.

She wore a petticoat that pushed her breasts together making her already ample breasts create an ever more impressive cleavage. So look very sexy from the odd lighting of the room. Yet, she was dressed like any other woman. Her hair was a Carmel color and it had wonderful, flawless locks that matched the innocent doe eyes she had. Her body was made for any man's desire what with the perfect curves and full chest.
 
A shot rang through out the room. Assorted with many different succesful experiments ahead of their time. But the good doctor felt not the need a new discovery would bring anyone no matter the age. He had solved some cases from the secluded safety of his room, the room had the pungent smell of old brandy and whiskey. Not counting the odor of the new type of gun power he had made. Which had a bad side effect, it would smell three times the normal smell of gunpowder. His accute hearing which was trained from a number of people in Africa, picked up the faint closing of a door. The old chair that served as a bed for him when he would pass out drunk creaked as he in his half drunk daze pulled back on the hammer. His gun a silver deadly revolutionary american colt, one of the deadliest guns ever made pointed at the area of the door. He could not see the door since it was blocked by a bookcase that contained books on the so called supernatural.

"It is not wise to stumble into a room with such pridefull demeanor." By her exotic and unique perfume he already knew that it was a woman, one that thought highly about herself. Some one trained, she was no amateur. His trigger finger held tightly. He was depressed and that was obvious by his tone and his physical keep. He wore a white buttoned up shirt that seemed to be used for days, maybe even weeks. His black slacks obviously in the same shape and condition. "Step into the light, state your name and your agency, young Lady." He deduced it was a lady but that was not always so. Sometimes they turned out to be lads with very odd taste. His scientific mind wondered at all the possibilities of whom it could be. But none seem to fit, none of his theories were right. So with a hald runk mind he admitted that it had to be someone knew. He had gotten some individuals that wanted to be his new partner. He stilled talked to Watson over the phone, Watson mostly made sure he did not kill anybody. Not that the good doctor Holmes would do something like that. He was a rational creature and for him. Violence without reason was nothing else than just illogical.
 
She sighed rolling her eyes. Then, she dusted herself off and sighed again. "Mr. Holmes... please, do forgive me if I scared you..." she smirked and rolled her eyes slightly. Then, she slowly walked into the light as he had told her. She stood there looking at him with a small smirk. "I am Lucille Kent, age 23 but you can call me Lucy if you'd wish. I... am here to become a partner of yours, to help you... and guide you and such... many have told me you are not willing to have another partner. Well, let me just tell you, I feel much similar about not wanting to be your partner. That is- if you welcome me warmly unlike what you have done to the other people who tried to help you, maybe I will try and join you as a partner."

She looked at the man feeling slightly bad for him. He looked exhausted and he couldn't have been wearing a clean pair of clothes. Of course, she knew this behavior was his choice and he didn't seem to care much if this was how he took care of himself. She wasn't trying to sound rude, she just wanted to strike him as a different person. Someone who wasn't begging to be his partner, but rather challenging him. It was a far more interesting introduction than anyone before who wanted to be Watson's fill in. Even if it was a little blunt.
 
He held in a smile at her words the way she spoke at him was as if he had the honor to be HER partner, which made him more intrigued at her assumption. He sighed softly through his nose and slowly brushed the hammer of the silver gun foward and uncocked it and placed it on the small cluttered table full of moldy drinking glasses he care not to clean. She was obviously to stunning for a normal woman, she had to come from a high class family or she had used her money well. "Let me get this straight just for the sake of logic. You must have heard that Watson left which is not much of a shock. Since people have been coming in and out of this place like the deli around the corner. And deduced that most people would flatter me due to My reputation and decided to change it up. And instead being just alright humble you came in with some backbone." His eyes traced her figure in a inspecting way.

"So tell me Miss Kent. What are your credentials? And do not waste My time with words. You seem like a prepared young lady. You surely must have your paperwork in order. Since you afterall are so sure that you want to make me your partner. What makes you think you can substitute one of the best medical minds in the current world?" He ignored the fact about her young age. But gave her a chance, he liked backbone. Alot of great detectives had great backbone after all.
 
She looked to him sticking her nose up slightly and smiling. Then, she walked over to her bag. Bending over, she searched through the bag to find a folder. She knew that he would be like this. She indeed had become prepared. Who wouldn't when knowing they would be in the presence of the great Sherlock Holmes. Surprisingly so, she had just graduated as a doctor, but had decided to try and do something a little more unique with her talent rather than just waste it away normally starting her own practice. She would explore with it and see where it would take her. In order to prepare herself a bit more, she had taken some self defense classes as well.

Cheerily, she made her way back over to him and handed him a M.d. certificate. "I would have stayed within practice longer, but I wanted to see where my interests in the medical field took me..." she smiled as she also held a medical book in her hand which she carried in her bag with her everywhere. "I thought I could do more with my knowledge than just cure a few people every so often... I always enjoyed studying."

((Sorry, I meant to say she was 25))
 
Holmes looked at the certification over and nodded as he looked at all the details. In all honesty she had more experience than all the so called officials and detectives that came looking for him. After a while of silence and thinking he decided he should at least test her once. He looked around as he sat up on the chair, his face played a thoughtful look. He smiled in victory. "On that table, there are some files concerning a killing of profesional tact. I already know what kill him. But as a test to your so called female intuition. I want you to tell me what killed him. I shall heed you a hint. He was injected with something. A man in perfect health killed by a fulminating poison. You have a five minutes. Go" As he spoke he grabbed his black cane and pointed at the said table. He was great with time and thus counted the minutes in his mind while remaining quiet. He looked over at her certification. For him the response to the equation was a given. Cyanide poison.
 
((Goodnight, hun :D ))

She swallowed hardly, she loved being challenged. However, she wanted to keep her cool and professionalism, so she remained the way she did as usual. Calm as ever. Smirking, she walked over to the file and instantly flipped it open with an elegant and graceful flick of her wrist. Humming softly to herself, she examined the paper and fingered it as she thought intensely. Well an injection... with this man... who went by the name of Phillip Lawrence... of perfect health. She thought hardly for a moment while examining the paper.

Suddenly, it was like a timer went off her head when the two minutes had finally passed by. She was ready with the answer too. Feeling confident and bold, she looked towards him with an expression most certain and said, "Why, Mr.Holmes, with a situation and man like this, it could only make sense he was injected with Cyanide poison." She gave a satisfied little smile as she patted the case and shut it. "Poor fellow." she tutted softly while shaking her head.
 
He nodded as he stood up, he tipped a little towards the side and then balanced himself. He took a deepbreath he walked over to her. He sighed softly as he walked behind the table she was beside. He placed her doctor certification on the table on top of the files. She did ok, she could have done worse and gave her a small applause. "But the real question is 'Why?' that was the real test. Why killed a slum liver, a drunk with such a severe and pricy poison? What did he know? What did he see? Why?" As he spoke he started to remove his white and dirty shirt in a casual manner. 'Why?' was always the question. It was the most important question of all. It was in essence what made him who he was. What made him who he was. "So tell me. What is your 'why?' You must have a reason to have the need to become My partner? What makes your need more special than the others need?" He liked honesty above all. It was rare for people to be able to lie to him. He wanted her honest response. It was the ultimate test, when it came to him judging a character as unique as her.
 
"Mr Holmes..." she smiled to him as he took off his shirt. "I am a woman..." she bit her lip and grinned, "A smart woman... but a woman nonetheless..." she took his shirt from him and examined how dirty it was. "I could do far more for you than just be your partner in solving crimes... I can clean, of course, though I'm sure this is how you organize..." she said looking around. She was sure despite the messiness, he had a place for everything. "I also... can bring you entertainment and help you in anyway that Watson could not..." she smiled to him. "Of course, that's beside the point. I'll just leave you to think of the possibilities of having a partner so smart that is also female. I'm loyal, Holmes. Very loyal."
 
His eyes narrowed at her, she sent chills up his spine. Good chills. But he would never admit it. It did not take a smart man like Holmes to know what she meant. He sighed softly as he turned around and opened up a closet that looked like books. He took out a similar gun like his and placed it on the table and then took out a black long sleeved shirt and started buttoning it up as he turned to face her. "Well Miss Kent as long as you do not have a problem with guns. Then you maybe My partner for the time being. I'll be testing you have in mind." After he was done with his shirt he extended his right hand as if to shake her hand. He smiled politely at her, this could be the start of a good partner ship. "To be able to defend and protect one must also be able to take life. You took an oath to protect but as you know. Not all want to be protected. He spoke with his general wit.

(You are doing fine Dear.)
 
"Yessir!" she said looking towards him and giving him a nod of understanding. Swallowing hardly, she took the gun and placed it her left boot which she wore since it was easier to get around. She gave him a smile and said, "I, Mr.Holmes, will be prepared for anything... I promise you... I will not let you down." She looked to him gravely as she said this. Clearing her throat, she watched him put on his black shirt and she bit her lip slightly.

((Okay :D ))
 
He smiled a little as he could feel her eyes in a sense undressin him, he wondered why. He looked at her with a glance before he walked and sat down on the old thinking chair. He offered the chair beside him. "My partner sits here. This is temporary for now. Not official but your fate seems like it is tied to mine." He grabbed some case files that scotland yard dropped on his lap a few days ago and view them through but not before he took out from his pants and wore his glasses. He held a few medical files in his left hand for her taking. "A second opinion if you will Dr. Kent. I have some theories about these files. But I'd rather hear your take on them. Just to see if we are indeed on the same page." He glanced at her seeing her beauty again. She was indeed drop dead gorgeus. But she must've known that by now. Thus it needed no mentioning.
 
"Hmnn..." she said quietly as she took the files gently from his hands. "Well... let's see here..." she cleared her throat and looked intensely towards the files. Clearing her throat again, she bit her lip and hummed to herself. Pulling out some individual files, she held one up for him and said in a nonchalant way, "This young man here... it says he... was poisoned as well... not too long... after the man we were speaking of before..."
 
He nodded softly before he glanced at her. A string of odd murders had be rising. He spoke as he looked at some other files. "Different ages, unknow motives. Yet only one vital clue remains." He paused before he looked at her leaning towards her a bit. "Whom ever it is hates men." He handed her some sketches of some of the victims that were bludgeon beyond recognition. "Nobody has that kind of anger for a reason. I suspect a woman. Or a cult since all the people did by numeric order. Maybe some wealthy industrialist that wants that street on the market." He turn back his attention towards the files and focussed on them. "You're thoughts Doctor?" He spoke as he flipped through some files.
 
"Well... I'd say... most likely... as much as I hate to blame women... it seems likely to be the work of some type of woman. If it were a man, it would be more likely they would beat the men to a bloody pulp. Most of these murders occurred by injection of poison. It seems much more likely a woman would do something of this nature. So, I think we should keep our eyes peeled for a female murderer..." she turned and looked at him as she said this.
 
"You just started working with me. Don't tell me you are the murderer." He said with a normal tone, he could have been joking but one could never tell if he was. He stood and walked to a small table with a assortment of drinks. "Would you like a drink?" He looked at her as he prepared himself one without looking he was a very meticulous man and always had things arranged in a certain order no matter the situation, everything for him had an order to it all.
 
She looked to him and then laughed dryly. "I'd appreciate you not making such jokes... though... you're able to punish me accordingly if you believe I have been misbehaving." She smirked at him with a sarcastic expression. "Of course, I am only joking with you, Mr.Holmes." Her voice suddenly became grave, "I am no murderer, I promise you that." She then bit her lip as he asked if she'd like a drink. "Oh, Mr.Holmes, I would love that, thank you." She thanked him as she watched him pour himself a drink.
 
He served himself a light malt scotch, he used it so he could wake up. His head hurt from all the drinking. He knew he should sober up and it was nice that he had a new drinking partner. Watson drank sometimes but always drank light. He was his soberin angel. He hoped she was his new one. He looked at the drinking table and served her some wine. He thought a little and drank his scotch in one shot and served himself some wine also. He headed towards her and sat on his thinking chair and leaned back. "There you go." He nodded at her and handed her the glass of wine. And preformed a small toast between them. "To hopeful new partnerships. May they last longer than most." He toasted as he held his glass for the toast.
 
She smiled and thanked him as he handed her a drink. Biting her lip, she then toasted with him and gave him a kind heated smile. She was a bit of a lightweight, though... and probably wouldn't be able to drink more than two sips. She was mostly just doing this to be polite. Then, she slowly took a drink shyly while looking towards him.
 
He looked at her and smiled. "So tell me. Where are you from? Favorite color? Favorite food? And your favorite sexual position?" He tried to liven up the moment with a little humour. He was a bit bad at humour but he made up with his wit and detective like charm. After speaking he drank from the wine cup his eyes on her still. He moved and layed back in his chair unlike before he still sat upright.
 
She chuckled softly looking at him and then slapping his knee in a rather unladylike way. "Oh hush, you..." she giggled softly and hiccuped after her third sip. Blushing, she placed the glass down on the desk and said, "Oh let's see... I love the color mauve... I am originally from Ireland... but I don't tell many folks that around here... they wouldn't appreciate it.... my food... I'll eat anything... not a picky eater..." She smiled to him with a twinkle in her eye. Then, she hiccuped again causing her to blush a second time.
 
He laughed at her hiccups, he now knew she was a lightweight. "Irish? And you can't hold your drink? Shame on you." He said in a playful tone at her before he took a large sip of the wine and downed it down completely. He shurged softly and placed the glass on a table beside him.
 
"Ahh, but that's where your wrong... then men do all the drinking... the woman do the house keeping..." she giggled softly looking towards him. Then, she watched him surprised as he downed all his wine. Smiling as he placed the glass down, she yawned softly and said, "So..."
 
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