A/N: I'm Stella. I'm not going to use my degree of new-ness to this site as an excuse for whatever poor writing may ensue in this story, but I do want to warn you that it leans more towards "Sherlock" at the beginning. However, since this crossover is uncommon, I hope to elasticize with each of the characters' personalities. With that said, I do feel like I should warn you that the "Maximum Ride" aspect of this story DOES involve and Original Character, although she does not appear, as I mentioned earlier, for another chapter or so. For now, I am just setting the scene. This takes place pre-Riechenbach (forgive my lack of spelling), when Sherlock was at his prime. With that in mind, do enjoy this story! Feel free to be honest with your reviewing!

Chapter 1

Seeds of curiosity

It had been a day or so since their last case, which had involved a series of mysteriously disappearing teachers. In the end, it ended up being nothing but a strike on the part of the teachers. The dark-haired and light-skinned Sherlock was again shooting at the wall with a series of increasingly bizarre weapons, hoping to release some nervous energy. John, Sherlock's blonde, somewhat short-statured flatmate, was about to go mad with the constant cry of "BORED" that emitted from Sherlock's mouth every time he hit the spray-painted smiling face on the wall.

Then the phone rang. Sherlock almost flew across the room and grabbed the phone off the base. He put it to his ear and spoke.

"Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective."

A monotonous male voice emitted from the earpiece. "Sherlock Holmes, we are in need of your assistance."

"Your accent, it is American. You're from the American government."

The voice on the other end of the receiver suddenly had an annoyed undertone. "There is an important issue in our country, and we are greatly in need of your skills."

"Yes, get to the point."

"We need you to come to the United States and investigate a recent issue."

Sherlock bit his lip for a moment. "I'll consider it."

"We'll be waiting with crossed fingers, Mister Holmes."

He put down the receiver and turned to John, the blogger who was at the time submerged in his typing, but when he sensed the gaze of the younger man, he turned. It was not very often when the flatmates were contacted via landline. "What was that all about?"

"Nothing, the American government calling again."

John's blonde eyebrows nearly escaped his forehead. "What do you mean 'again'? Sherlock, that is at LEAST an eight. We need to do whatever they ask."

"John, America is so... Dull."

"Sherlock. Sherlock, are you serious? That is on the level of NATIONAL IMPORTANCE, and you're calling it DULL?"

"That's exactly what I'm calling it. I doubt it would even be difficult." The lanky detective pressed his palms together and steepled his fingers before turning to face the mutilated wall.

"Sherlock, what are the details of the case?" By now he was ignoring his blog. The simple frustration of the situation annoyed him.

"I didn't care enough to ask." He said it as if it was a basic fact.

"Are you SERIOUS?" By now he was breathing heavily, doing his best to keep himself from yelling at Sherlock. Sometimes, for such a brilliant man, he could be so THICK.

"Of course I am, John." His condescending tone only irked John even more.

"Sherlock, please just look into this one. For me?" He did his best attempt at convincing the detective to do his wishes.

"John, that may work on your previous girlfriends, but I am not prone to flattery." The detective then acted like he didn't hear the soft curse emitted from John's lips.

"Call them back now, Sherlock. Figure out what is going on, and then let ME judge what is and isn't important enough to look into." He thought it sounded fair, since Sherlock usually was the only one with a say in what did and didn't go with the two of them.

"No." The curt answer sounded so obvious, but only ignited the flame of annoyance in the head of John.

"Sherlock, come on. What's it going to cost you? A few minutes at the most?" Although stubborn, Sherlock was still a man of logic. John thought that perhaps the barter would help change his mind.

The detective sighed dramatically and gave in, retreating back to the phone. The moment he touched it, it rang. He turned to John, but when he was answered by an expectant glare, he picked it up.

"Hello?" He faked enthusiasm.

"Sherlock, have you chosen to listen to us yet?" It, again, was the monotonous voice.

"Yes. Now tell me what happened, and DON'T bore me." He said, as he leaned against the kitchen wall. Somewhat satisfied, John turned back to his blog and continued typing

A/N: Jeesh, I'm a little bit nervous, to be honest. I haven't ever written a FanFiction before, especially not a crossover. As previously mentioned, feel free to be specific with your critique. I hope you liked it, at least a little. I acknowledge there are a few minor plotholes pertaining as to why the American government would contact Sherlock, but don't worry, they will be patched up in the next chapter. Cheers! For updates, follow my personal tumblr, .com . Enjoy.