A/N: First of all, I should say sorry for taking so long in updating. Please forgive me! I'm still in school so I don't get that much free time as I wish, but when summer comes I'll be posting at a much faster rate, hopefully.

A BIG thanks to those who read and commented on this, it really meant a lot to me to know that people like what I write. I was basically hugging the computer when I saw my first comment. So thank you so much!

Chapter 2

Lucy's point of view

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"I couldn't find anything! Nothing, nada," George flung his papers onto kitchen table and dramatically threw his hands into the air. I watch as some of the sheets slip out of one of the folders and fall to the floor, scattering all over the place.

"You mean the all-knowing George couldn't find a single thing," I said in a mocking tone. He had been kneeling to pick up the papers, now he turned his glare to me. George stood with the newly gathered papers and slapped them onto the table beside the others.

"Well then, did you find anything of interest Lucy?" He said as he pushed his glasses up even more, more out of aggravation than the fact that they slipped.

"Actually we did. We-"

"Hush now, both of you." Lockwood has been sitting in the chair at the end of the table, hands folded neatly under his chin. "Do you two always have to bicker every time you see each other?"

Lockwood and I had been home for about twenty minutes before George came barging in the front door, faced flushed with the amount of exercise he had coming back home. Claimed he was too angry for a cab. Of course I put in my thoughts about his walk home.

"It's his fault!"

"It's her fault!"

We said in unison. Which in the end, made us give each other side-glares. I could hear Lockwood give a slight chuckle. Whether it was the fact we were acting like children or that he found it amusing that we couldn't stop fighting.

"No matter, we still have a full day to put what we know together." Lockwood said as he pulled out his note pad and laid it on the table. "George, why don't you run through what you do know, please."

With a sigh, George pulled out a chair and sat down, tapping his pen against the table. It was only till I was in this house that I ever found the tapping of a pen annoying. He would do it endlessly when he was conducting experiments, slowly driving me insane. I guess George can make anything annoying.

"Well, there is no history on the house for it was only built three years ago. No deaths." George began to tap the pen more ferociously. "The history on the family doesn't have anything either. Mrs. Eliz-"

"Ms." Both me and Lockwood interrupted.

George gave us a pointed look and shook his head. "Okay, Ms. Elizabeth Claden grew up in a poor family until she married Johnathon Anderson, who was heir to a large shipping business. They lived in Sussex until he died of lung cancer four years ago. With the money she inherited, the now widowed Ms. Anderson and her two kids –twins if I remember correctly- moved to London into the new house they built on 21st King Street." With that, George leaned back against the chair and ceased his pen tapping.

I stop and think for moment. "Wait, did you say two kids?"

"That's what the records say," George replied, massaging his brow.

I look at Lockwood and he raised an eyebrow. "It didn't mention and third child. Perhaps adopted with American linage?" Lockwood asked as he leaned his elbows onto the table.

"Huh?" George looked up at Lockwood before looking away, lost in thought. "I remember seeing a picture that was taken a few years ago with another person in it, a young girl. I looked into it but I couldn't find any documents tying her to the family."

Okay, so that confused me.

"Do you have the picture?" I ask.

George sifted through his files till he pulled out a small photo. He passed it over to Lockwood and I to look at it. It was in color and it looked like it was taken on steps in front of their house on Kings Street. The twins were there in the middle of the steps, Arthur in a regular black suit and Maria in a white strap-less dress. Ms. Anderson stood to their right and wore a black pant suit, her expression cold as always.

But off to the left side, leaning up against the front of the house was none other than Brianna. She stood there in jeans and a sweat jacket, looking like she rather be anywhere than there.

I guess I already knew she wasn't Ms. Anderson's daughter, from her hair to her American accent, but I just figured that she was adopted. But aren't there documents and signed forms for adoption?

"Well that's rather odd," Lockwood studied the picture a little more then placed it back onto the table and pushed it towards George.

"What is?" George asked as he took the photo back.

"There would be papers for adoption right?" I say looking at Lockwood, completely ignoring George. "Could she be a friend?"

"Who? The girl in the photo?" George asked.

"Unlikely, considering the way the twins acted towards her," Lockwood replied, looking deep in thought.

"Well, what else could she be?" I ask, leaning back in my chair.

"Who are you guys talking about?" George taps his fingers impatiently on the table.

Lockwood sighed. "I don't really know. If she is indeed from America then that would rule out any blood relation. I guess it's possible-"

"Will you please let me in on your conversion!" George interrupted, his face turning red like a tomato. His finger tapping increasing with his agravation.

Giving a huff, I let my head drop off the back of the chair. "If you haven't noticed, we're talking about Brianna."

I guess George gave a confused look to Lockwood for he explained. "The girl in the photo, we met her today at the Anderson's house hold."

"And? What does that mean?" George asked.

I answered before Lockwood could. "It means that this family is a little more complicated than we thought," I let the chair rest only on its back legs, my feet pushing the front legs of the ground.

There was a brief silence as we all sat there, not really knowing what else to say. I let my chair fall back down to the ground and lean forward again. "You know, why don't we just ask her when we go back tonight."

"I suppose that will clear everything up, good thinking Luce," Lockwood said and clapped his hands together. "Well, shall we go get ready for tonight?"

Moving to get up, George murmured mockingly: "Good thinking Luce, no one would've ever thought of that,"

I started to get up too. "Ha, you're just jealous I thought of it first."

"Like I could ever be jealous of you."

"Come on, you know I-"

"Please save the bickering for later. I do not want to think about what would happen if we got there late," Lockwood said as he walked past us and out of the kitchen. I give George one final glare and walk out as well, George's heavy footsteps behind me.

Leaving George behind, I walk upstairs and into my room. Closing the door behind me I lean against it. This whole thing is getting very confusing. The whole thing with Brianna is throwing me for a loop. I know that this really has nothing to do with her, but it's one of those things were you want to know more. I don't know why, but it intrigues me. Though, there's something nagging me in the back of my mind.

Sighing, I walk over to my bed and grab the duffel bag underneath it and heft it over my shoulder. Opening my door, I walk out and back downstairs to help Lockwood and George pack.

For some reason, I have a bad feeling about this one.

A/N: Thanks again to all those who read the first chapter, you guys gave me the motivation to finish up this chapter. Please R&R!