Feel free to skip my entire authors note if you want just don't be surprised if you don't completely understand the context of the story!

Anyway, hey guys! This is my first Sherlock Holmes Fanfction and I just wanted to tell you all a little about it. Ok so before anyone asks, no this isn't based on Sherlock, or Elementary, or any of those other weird tv shows. No, this is based on the genius Sherlock Holmes 1939 film series! Now for those of you haven't seen it or heard of it go look it up because it is amazing! But for you people who would rather get on with this story I will give you a brief summery of why this little fact is important to me.

In the 1939 film series Sherlock Holmes is played by Basil Rathbone! Yas! I absolutely LOVE him in this role because he portrays Holmes as being the perfect English gentlemen. Not a rude, antisocial man with ADHD and OCD like some of the more recent tv series' do. Aside from that, the 1939 film series has all of it's movies set in the Victorian Era, with each taking place in the mid 1800's so in my fic you will not see Sherlock Holmes having a conversation on his smartphone texting Professor Moriarty.

With all of that said I must warn you that I'm not normally very good when writing mystery stories, but I'm willing to work as hard as I can in the hopes that this story will turn out well. If not then I am very sorry. I am trying though! I promise!

But I'm sure you just want to get onto the good bit, right? Well then I will be quiet and let you get to it! If you like this first chapter then let me know either with a review or maybe even a PM if ya got an idea for something that could happen later on! Now on with the show!

Edit: Thank you to ssj3gohan007 for telling me about the errors which I have now corrected :) Your review is appreciated!

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221B Baker Street, known for being the home of the genius detective Sherlock Holmes, was surrounded by officers from Scotland Yard. The street was bustling with people who were trying to get close enough to see what had happened after all of the commotion earlier. For that morning a shot had rung out through the otherwise deadly silent air, the scream that had followed sending shudders through many a person's spine, while Mrs Hudson had gone to telephone the police.

The woman who lied on the doorstep was lifeless. Her copper coloured hair was scattered in multiple places, stained with dried blood; crimson. Her blue eyes were wide open, but her sapphire irises held a sudden sadness. The stain on her back was a deep red, emphasising the two wounds where the bullets had punctured her skin. The bitter cold was slowing the bleeding a little, but she still bled out onto the ground all the same.

There had been no warning, no idea that anyone had been waiting in the shadows nearby, no suspicion that the lady had been in any danger. After all why would there have been? She had just knocked on a door. Unfortunately it had been that door that had sealed her doom. Her murderer had not wanted her to go and see Mr Holmes and they had killed her to stop her.

Sherlock had witnessed the murder, he had opened the door just in time to see her shot. He had watched as she'd lurched forward before he wrapped her in his arms, trying to hold her up as her legs gave out.

"Sher...lock..." She whispered, her lips trembling as she spoke.

"Abigail." The detective stared down at her, his heart shattering in his chest. "Abigail no... No don't die, please!" His rational mind knew that she was leaving him, that there was no way to stop her from shedding her mortal coil, but his humanity didn't want her to go.

"Sherlock... Take... Ella... L-Love you..." She rasped before her head slumped back as she withered in his grasp, her own arms slackening as she let go of the bundle she had been carrying, along with her life.

"Abigail!" Holmes had been forced to try and grab what she dropped, letting go of the deceased woman with one arm to grab the object that had been swaddled in the blankets. It was only when bundle began to wriggle and let out a cry that he realised what it was and what the lady had just asked him to do. Abigail had wanted him to take care of her child.

Confused and grief stricken, Sherlock laid the deceased down on the step. Although he hated to leave her outside he knew that she needed to remain where the crime had taken place until Scotland Yard arrived. Despite the tears that rolled down his cheeks, the man took the opportunity to examine the baby.

She was so small that he couldn't help the feeling an overwhelming need to protect her and keep her safe from danger. She stared up at him with blue eyes just like her mother's, and had a cute little button nose. Her skin was almost the same shade as his own, just a little lighter, and the top of her head was covered in silky black hair. She was the most adorable baby he had ever seen. However the tragic events of her mother's death left the little girl upset as she cried and wailed in his arms.

The man was at a loss, what did he do now? He couldn't leave Abigail's body and take the baby inside because there was a chance that the murderer could try and take the body, but he didn't want to expose the little girl to the horrible scene. Sighing he gently cuddled her to his chest and tried to soothe her. "Hush... I know... I know... I'm sorry..." He whispered to her. "Shh little one..."

He stayed like that, gently rocking the baby back and forth, unable to keep himself from crying even as he tried to calm her down. Abigail had been an old friend of his... She was a wonderful, intelligent woman whom he'd known for quite a number of years. They'd been friends almost since childhood. However he hadn't see her in almost a year after she had moved away to help one of her relatives who had been sick, her mother he believed it was. Now the rest of her family would need to be notified of her death.

When Mrs Hudson came out she winced at the sight of the body before offering to take the child inside. She didn't really understand why there was a child there, but Holmes seemed to shellshocked to explain right at that moment, so she carefully took the baby from his grasp and brought her inside, away from the cold.

When Lestrade arrived Holmes allowed him and the inspectors from Scotland Yard to take over the scene for a time while he retired to his room to think and begin to try and work out what had just happened... And who he would have to give Ella to.