Summary: While looking for Buffy in LA, Giles meets a fellow Londoner.
Crossover with CBS's Elementary
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, just having a bit of fun.
AU Season 3 for Buffy Pre-series for Elementary
Feedback is sorely needed.
Rupert Giles sat in his motel room completely exhausted, when his cell phone began to ring. "Hello?" He asked.
"Hi, Giles, it's Willow. How's the search going?"
"Hello Willow," Giles replied. "Not so well, I'm afraid. I may try to contact some friends in the morning and see how that goes."
"Oh." Willow said, clearly disappointed. "Well I wish you luck." She told him.
"Thank you Willow. Please say Hello to Oz and Xander for me."
"I will." Willow promised. 'Giles, bring Buffy home please."
Giles sighed. "I'll do my best." He promised and hung up.
The next morning Giles awoke bright and early to renew his search for Buffy, when there was a knock on the door. Quickly he went to the door and look through the peephole and saw a tallyoung man with a scarf around his neck and a tweed jacket. "Mr. Giles?" The man asked.
"Yes." Giles answered. "Who is it?"
"My name is Sherlock Holmes and I believe I can help you."
Slowly Giles unlocked the door and opened it. "H-how can you help me?" he stepped aside to allow Sherlock to enter the motel room.
"I have for several days now, while during my brief stay in the City of Angels, noticed some very strange things involving the homeless and runaways of the city." Sherlock informed Giles. "Perhaps if we search those areas we may be able to find your young friend."
"Perhaps." Giles agreed. then asked: "Would you care for some coffee or tea?"
Sherlock nodded. "Coffee would be good. Thank you."
As Giles poured the coffee into two Styaform cups, he asked: "Cream and sugar?"
"Black, one sugar." Homes replied. Giles handed Sherlock his cup as he sat down on the bed. "So, what brings you to California, Mr. Holmes?" The Watcher asked.
Sherlock took a sip of coffee, then said: "To be prefectly frank Mr. Giles I have just finished a stint in a London rehab center and was on my way to New York when the plane I was on suffered some serious engine trouble. The pilot said that the repairs would take over a week at the very least. So, since I find myself in this wonderful city; I may as well make myself useful to the locial police."
"Have the police requested your services?" Giles asked.
"Not as much ,no." Holmes admited as he drank his coffee. "Tell me about the young lady you're looking for."
Giles sighed. Just how was he going to explain Buffy to this stranger, he wondered. "Tell me, Sherlock. have you ever heard of the Watcher's Council?"
Sherlock thought for a moment,then said. "No. I haven't. What does this Watcher's Council do?"
So Giles explained to Sherlock the history of the Watchers Council and its role in helping the Slayer. By the time he was finished, the Watcher was exhausted.
"And Buffy is a member of this Council?" Sherlock mused. Rupert shook his head. "No. She is the Slayer for this generation."
"Do you happen to have a picture of Buffy?" Sherlock asked. Rupert grabbed his wallet from the bedside table. He took out a 8x10 photo. "THis was taken during the prom at Sunnydale High." Giles told Holmes as he handed Sherlock the picture.
Sherlock studied the photo quietly. Once he was done, he said: "She's lovely." And handed the picture back to Giles. "Yes." The Watcher agreed. "She is indeed."
"Does Buffy know anyone here in LA?"
Giles thought for a moment. "She did have a few friends here, old classmates from her old high school. Although, I doubt that they kept in touch since Buffy's moved to Sunnydale."
Giles paused, then asked the question that was foremost on his mind. "Mr. Holmes, how do you me?" Before replying, Sherlock took one last swig of coffee. Once he finished, he asked: "Do you remember your last year at Trinity College?"
Giles thought about it for a moment or two, then snapped his fingers. "You're Sherry Holmes!" Upon hearingthat nickname Holmes turned as red as a beet. "I take it that you knew my brother Mycroft then?" For it was Sherlock's older brother who came up with that silly nickname."I think he and I took the same economics class that year." Giles said. "And if memory serves you and I had botany together."
Sherlock thought for a moment, then chuckled. "Poor Mrs. Kirk. I remember testing one of the tomato plants for bugs. Unfortunely she didn't exactly approve of my methods." Giles chuckled. "Yes. Removing the vines from the plant was not the best way to get rid of those bugs." Sherlock shrugged. "Perhaps." He glanced at the clock on the wall. "Are you hungry, Mr. Giles?"
Giles glanced at the clock and was surprised at how late it had gotten. "I could eat."
"Excellent!" Sherlock said as he rubbed his hands together. Strangely the action reminded Giles of the Simpson's character Mr. Burns. He shook his in annoyance. You have been watching too much television, Rupert. "Is there someplace you had in mind?" Giles asked.
"As a matter of fact, I do." Sherlock replied as he opened the drawer of the nightstand and took out the phonebook. He flipped through the Restaurant section until he found a diner named Max's. "There!" Sherlock showed Giles the page with the diner's name.
Giles pushed up his glasses as he looked at the page. "Do you think we'll find Buffy there?"
"To be honest, I'm not sure," Sherlock said, "but it doesn't hurt to try. Right?"
"Right." Giles agreed, grabbing his wallet, hotel key and coat. "Ready Sherlock?"
Holmes nodded.. "Let's go Rupert." Together the two men left the hotel in search of one woman- Buffy Summers.
By mutural agreement they decided to walk to the restaurant since the cost of a cab ride would be just too expensive for both the detective and the Watcher. As they walked Giles asked; "So what shoud we order when we get there?" Sherlock thought for a moment, then said: "Well, since the weather is a bit chilly, I think some soup and a sandwhich would be ideal."
Giles nodded. "Sounds good." He glanced at his watch. "Come on, we better hurry if we want to beat the lunch crowd." By the time Giles and Holmes arrived at the diner the crowd had thinned out. They chose a booth and started to get comfortable when a voice said.
"Hi, fellas. My name's Anne. What can I get for you today?"
At the sound of her voice, Giles looked up and found himself staring at Buffy.
At first Buffy thought she was dreaming. One of those dreams where you think you're awake, but in reality you are still in bed, just waiting for the alarm to go off. It took nearly a minute for Buffy to find her voice and asked: "Giles, how did you find me?"
Giles smiled. "I had some unexpected help. Buffy Summers, meet Sherlock Holmes." Buffy blinked in surprise. "Um, nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes."
"The pleasure is mine, Ms. Summers. Your picture hardly does you justice." Sherlock smiled. Buffy blushed, then thought: Picture? What picture? She stole a glance at Giles who was blushing. "I had Oz take a picture of you while you were accepting your Class Protector award." He explained.
"Oh. Okay." Buffy glanced at the clock. "Listen Giles, why don't I take yours and Mr. Holmes' orders? My shift ends in twenty minutes. When it's done, can we go somewhere and talk?" Giles nodded. "Certainly, Buffy. Oh, Mr. Holmes and I will the soup and sandwhich combo." Buffy nodded, smiled and went to place their orders to the cook. While they waited for their meal Giles asked Sherlock just what was he going to do once he got to New York.
"Well," said Sherlock. "I plan to continue in my profession as a consultant for the NYPD rather then Scotland Yard." He paused. "That is, if my father can find a suitable watchdog, er, somber companion for me."
Giles was sympathic. He too, knew the struggles of dealing with addiction. Although in the Watcher's case it was with black magic; instead of heroin. "I understand." Giles told Sherlock. "Believe it or not, I had a similar experience in my twenties. However, in my situation black magic was my drug rather then heroin."
"Really?" asked Sherlock. Just then Buffy returned with their food. "Sorry guys, the cook's girlfriend just wouldn't get off the phone. I hope everything is still warm."
"I'm sure everything's fine." Giles assured Buffy. The girl smiled. "Okay. I'll be in the Ladies room changing. See you in a bit."
"All right." Giles agreed with a smile. He noticed that along with their food, Buffy had set a pot of boiling water and two cups with two tea bags and a note which read:
Since I forgot to ask what you wanted to drink, I'd figured you'd like some tea. It's Earl Grey
"What is it?" Sherlock asked. So Giles showed Holmes the note. When Sherlock read it, he too, smiled. "Well, that was thoughtful. The waitresses I''ve met usually give me the check and that was it."
"Indded." Giles chuckled. They ate their meal in silence. By the time they had finished, Buffy had returned. "How was your lunch?" She asked.
"It was fine." Giles told her. He pulled out some money for the bill and the tip when Buffy shook her head. "Pay at the counter," Buffy said to Giles. "Then leave the tip in the jar."
"Ah." Giles said. "Thank you Buffy." She smiled. "Everybody ready?" Both Giles and Sherlock nodded. "Great! I've called a cab. It should be here by now."
When she heard this Buffy snorted. "Yeah, I'm sure you did. But I doubt you could do it again after being on your feet for over eight hours a day." She sighed. "Sorry about that, I'm just really tired and I need to go home and pack."
Hearing that Giles couldn't help but ask: "You're coming back with me, then?" Buffy smiled.
"Yeah, I am. Call in the troops, Giles and tellthem the Slayer's coming home."
"Excellent!" Giles said, then paused. "Um, Buffy? Just how did you get here? To LA I mean." "The bus," Buffy replied. "Why? How did you get here?"
"I flew." said Giles. "I have the return tiicket, but it's for one person only."
"If I may?" Sherlock said. "I can pay for the tickets for both Buffy and myself. On one condition."
"Name it." Giles said.
"I came with you." Sherlock told him.
"I see no problem with that," Giles said. "But what about New York and your father?"
"Both I assure you , can live without my presence for another few days. Agreed?"
Giles lookedtoward Buffy, who nodded. Just then the cab arrived and together the detective, the Slayer, and the Watcher got in it. Thus began the journey to bring the Slayer home.