Previously In the 'Lock and Key.' Series.

'My name is Keyland Jones. I am 18 years old. I may not know many things but I know this, what I have seen today, will change my life. Forever.'

'You may know Sherlock Holmes from the newspapers or the telly, but I tell you his hard exterior is just a front. In reality he is a child, and a spoiled one at that. Case in point...'

'"Sherlock?! Is this a corset??" I say in disbelief.

"Yep." He grinned.'

And now...

Alternatively... {1884}

I gasped in horror, as I surveyed the blood that trailed down the steps of my family home.

"Stay here Miss Keyland...I'll go ahead." My companion Liem spoke softly.

I stood at the bottom of the stairs my hand on my stomach. I felt so utterly alone. The wind howled through the eaves of our grand house. I turned from the stairs and watched the bleak countryside. Rain came down in droves. I heard the stairs creak behind me. So very utterly alone... I couldn't take it anymore. I had to see what happened, womanly sensibilities be damned!

I raced up the stairs heart beating wildly. I rounded the corner following a pathway of blood.

"Miss Keyland!" Liem gasped.

I stared at the scene before me. Blood, so much Blood. More blood than I had ever seen in my life. My throat grew dry. My stomach heaved. I didn't notice I was screaming until Liem grabbed my arms.

"Miss Keyland... Damn it Keyland look at me!" Liem shouts. 

I turn to him white faced.

"Keyland I am a wanted man! You know very well that I have helped with parts of your father's work. If the police find me I am a dead man." He says urgently.

"I, I understand but..." I say in an attempt to clarify. 

"Go to the police Keyland! They can help you, you are innocent and they would have to be blind not to see it. Now I must go!" He said releasing his grip and heading hurriedly to the door. He left immediately without a look back. I gazed out the window in silence. I do not know how long I stared mournfully out the window, but after a while my attention was brought back to reality by my butler Ames.

"Miss? The household staff have all gathered. They need somebody to speak to them."

"You are quite right Ames. I shall be right with you." I reply.

I took a moment to compose myself. Then with an attempt at regal grace i stepped into the room.

I walked over to my household with my head held high.

"Did anybody hear the ...murder?" I ask gently.

"No miss, nobody heard ...until you screamed."Somebody replies.

"Alright then, here is what we are going to do. Pamela (Our Head Maid.) will make everybody tea, and Ames and I shall go to Scotland yard. Bart," I addressed our stable boy. "Please will you fetch the horses?"

"Yes Ma'am." He replied scampering off.

"Genevieve?"

"Yes Ma'am?"

"Please go fetch me some suitable morning clothes." I order.

"Right away Ma'am."

As soon as things were set aright we headed off to Scotland yard. Ames sat quietly looking out the window to give me a sort of privacy in which to mourn. And as tears steamed down my cheeks, I was certainly thankful.

We arrived at Scotland yard, and wasted no time in making our case known.

"Listen miss we are very busy here today..." A dull looking brunette man replies.

"My father is dead killed in a barbaric manner, you cannot expect me to wait in line." I state calmly.

"Miss this is standard procedure. In fact we may not be able to take your case as it is out of our jurisdiction. As your home is not in London itself." The man says boredly. 

"They are dead can you do nothing?" I ask.

"Sir?" The man addresses Ames. 

"Yes." Ames replies.

"Did you see the body?"

"No sir there was no time, we came straight here."

"Miss, is there a chance you are making this up?" The man regards me again.

"Excuse me?!" I ask, flabbergasted. 

"You are Miss Keyland Jones correct?" He smiles greasily. 

"Yes what does that matte-"

"I know all about how you tried to apply to Cambridge. You are a mad woman you are!" Laughed the man who's badge read 'Anderson'.

"I do not have to put up with this! How dare you assume that just because I am a woman my eyes are not to be trusted!" I yelled in an outrage. I turn on my heel and march angrily out into the rain. I am not looking where I am going and rudely bump into someone.

"I'm so sorry sir!" I exclaim, before losing myself in a mesmerizing pair of eyes.

"I'll take your case."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You are obviously in need of help. I am a detective and will take your case." The man replies.

"Holmes leave the poor girl alone!" Sasses a little blonde man. Running up to his friend. 

"No, He is right sir! I do have a case..." I say to the blonde.

"Lets have it then." Sherlock smiles.

"I uh..." I shiver. 

"Not here Holmes. Lets take her back to baker street." Watson replies.