ALRIGHT! Yes, I am working on my Watson voice. This one is no where near as nice, in my opinion, as Springtime Romance, but I like it enough to edit it. I am working on a less fluffy story as well, it is a short again, but has some good old suspense!

Thanks for reading!

~Yuki-Chan

Summer Storms

It was late in the spring almost summer. I was walking to the small general store a few blocks away to pick up some new paper and ink. I had found myself running very low after a particularly lengthy set of notes on the case of the Hatless Man. I had filled almost all my loose leaf with the accounts and details.

I was standing in the store when I happened to look out through the large shop window. It was much to my unfortunate surprise that I saw black clouds had rolled in during my leisurely stroll of the few isles in the store. I cursed under my breath.

What a day to forget my umbrella.

I uttered a resigned sigh, for what use was there to hide from a very obvious fate. I was going to get rained on. The woman at the counter, a kind faced lady, gave me a sympathetic smile as I paid for my goods, and then I took to the road, praying the weather would hold out just long enough for me to get back to Backer's Street.

I was halfway down the street when I heard a very familiar voice call my name. I looked up to see a very smug Sherlock Holmes walking towards me, two umbrellas in his grasp.

"Now who is forgetting things?" Asked he when me met each other. I smiled sheepishly, "I told you the weather wouldn't hold."

"Come now Holmes, you know of how the day was perfectly lovely this morning," I waved a hand dismissively. No one could not ignore the excitement on his features. Apparently I must have missed something on my brief trip.

"I have an idea Watson, how do you feel of a trip to the country this week?" He asked, his enthusiasm was almost tangible.

"I say Holmes, what is it this time?" I arched my eyebrow at him. He gave me a Cheshire cat grin.

"Ah, my dear Watson, you know me so very well, sometimes it worries me!" he cried, waving his umbrella about. I grabbed it before he could put the eye out of a friendly passerby.

"I have just heard the most peculiar account from Lestrade, a man hung from the top of a tree! No one has any idea how he came about being there, but he was most certainly dead when he was lashed up in the branches. His cause of death was poisoning!" Holmes was flailing his arms about now for lack of pointy object.

A smirk spread across my face as I saw the mental process running behind his eyes. He looked at me expectantly.

"You will come, I hope?" His expression quickly altered to concern, "I am intruding on other plans by chance?"

I was silent a long moment, then laughed as he truly began to fidget, "Of course I'll come, why would I miss the opportunity! This should prove to be very entertaining!" Now I was flourishing the umbrella. He snagged it from me.

"Honestly Watson! You'll put someone's eye out!" Holmes laughed loudly. I did as well.

Seconds later the sky split with a crack, and the down pour started. We opened our umbrella's and hastily made our way through the crowded roads back to Baker's Street.

Once inside, umbrella's still dripping, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. This was always a very timid expression, like he was afraid to go beyond lightly brushing our lips. I leaned in and gave it more warmth.
"How did I earn that? I say. Must it have been my unusually sardonic humor as of late?" I grinned smugly.
"You are not the only one capable of sarcasm, my very dear Watson. Now lets sit down, Its almost teatime, and we can discuss our little trip..."