A/N: Hello. This story will be interesting, especially with the characters I have chosen. To allay confusion, I will post whose POV it is before the chapter. I hope you will enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anybody even remotly related to Sherlock Holmes and Hercule Poirot.
Warning: There may be some OOC on the affiliations with Poirot, please bare with me. I do not know Poirot and friends as well as I do Holmes and his. The rating may go up to T later in the story. Thank You!
Chapter 1: Watson's POV
When I walked into the sitting room of 221B Baker Street, I saw Holmes darting from the mantel piece, to the bookcase, to his archives on the opposite side of the room.
"What is it, Holmes?" I asked.
Holmes stopped in the middle of the room and looked at me, a slightly confused look in his eyes. Then he shook his head. "I forgot. You wouldn't have known."
He went to his desk in front of a window and picked up a newspaper. Holmes handed it to me and said," a Chief Inspector Japp from Scotland Yard has asked me to help him in a jewel theft case."
"Chief Inspector Japp? I haven't heard of him."
"He has just recently been appointed Chief Inspector. Lestrade, apparently thinks of Japp as a threat. The new Chief Inspector does, I confess seems a bit smarter than his colleagues." Holmes answered with a slight smile.
I raised an eyebrow. "Lestrade probabaly has at least a dozen imaginary rivalries with half the officers of Scotland Yard. Would you like me to go with you?"
"If you would be so good, Watson," Holmes said, as he continued his packing. "We meet with the Chief Inspector tomorrow morning at the dock."
I looked at him ruefully, then dashed off to pack.
End of Chapter 1
A/N: Please tell me what you think. :D