Rain Davis is an American writer teaching at a London university. Sherlock Holmes is a famous consulting detective. Rain hires him to help investigate a family connection to a historical crime syndicate only known as M. When a secret journal is brought to light can Sherlock and his trusted companion John Watson keep Rain safe from those who want the past to stay hidden or will Rain fall in London?
When you're a stranger in a strange place who can you trust?

An American writer in London

Rain followed the map app and came to stand before the door of 221B. 


Rain smiled, "Hi! Ah, I am here to see Mr. Holmes?" 


The man smiled, "You must be Miss Davis. We spoke on the phone." 


She relaxed a little, "Charles right? You can call me Rain." 


Showing her in he lead her up to the second floor. 


"Now listen here Holmes! Scotland yard-" a heated male voice proclaimed. 


"A pointless institution." Another male voice cut him off. 


Charles looked back to Rain, "Sherlock can be a bit full of himself, but he is a nice enough chap." 


Rain nibbled her lower lip and nodded. 


Charles rapped on the door frame, "Sherlock there is a lady here to see you." 


Charles showed Rain in. Stepping out of her way Rain saw three men in the room one was fair haired and handsome, one was a rather dowdy looking man and the last was a dark haired attractive man. 


The fair haired man walked over to Rain, "Hello, I am John Waston." He showed Rain to a seat as he introduced the others, "This Inspector George Lestarde," he motioned to the dowdy looking man, "and this is Sherlock Holmes." he pointed to the dark haired man. 


John looked to Charles, "Could you bring our guest a cup for tea?" 


Sherlock looked perturbed something had interrupted him, "Please be seated." 


Rain sat and smiled as Charles came back with a cup and poured her some tea, "Thank you. And thank you for seeing me Mr. Holmes it's a pleasure to meet you." 


Sherlock nodded, "You are welcome Miss..." 


Rain jumped up, "Oh goodness where are my manners!" She stood to properly greet him, " I am Rain Davis." 


"The American writer?" Inspector Lestarde said a bit star struck as Sherlock was taking her hand. 


Blushing Rain looked towards him, "You've read my work?" 


Lestarde stepped forward and blushed as Sherlock maneuvered Rain back to her seat. 


Unphased or unaware of the move he went on, "Yes your last collection of poetry was stirring." 


Sherlock rolled his eyes and grunted, "I am surprised you read." 


Lestrade turned on him, "Now listen hear you-" 


John cut him off, "Let's not do this in front of Miss Davis now shall we?" 


Both men looked a bit chastised; though Sherlock seemed to have a twinkle to his eyes. 


Rain chuckled, "You all must have known each other for a long time." 


John shook his head, "You are the first to see that exchange and assume friends." 


Sherlock sat across from Rain, "Yes Miss Davis, why do you say that?" 


Sherlock's eyes were a dark blue and crystal sharp as they watched Rain waiting. 


Rain gave what she hoped was her best innocent shrug. "In America; anyway, we don't invite or go over to people who we dislike." 


She picked up her cup of tea as John sat beside her beaming a smile that made Rain feel she was being stripped bare. Sherlock leaned against the wall. His arms crossed in a pose that might seem causal, but screamed predator to her. 


"Secondly," Rain went on shooting a smile to the poor inspector who looked only baffled, "The way you were exchanging barbs as I came in speaks of a deep bond. I am certain that if an outsider said the yard was lacking Mr. Holmes would correct them." She smiled at Sherlock who tried to hide his own grin. 


It was quiet for a brief moment before Inspector Lestrade blurted out, "Egads! Holmes she is almost as good as you!" 


John smirked as Sherlock rolled his eyes.


The Great Detective