I apologize for taking so long to post this chapter.

This was inspired by the works of the magnificent Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle, and the spin off television show by the BBC network. I own all the character names and the plot, but not the assimilation to the Sherlock Holmes Series. Please enjoy and review.

"She's what?" the girl was shocked almost to silence. She tried to OV, but the word death always messed with her brain. Frankly all she felt was annoyance.

"Sara was found dead about a week ago." Mrs. Bickerstaff responded with concern in her voice.

"Is this the girl?" Mr. Bickerstaff whispered. The jovial smile vanishing. The two continued a quite correspondence looking over at the girl with worried glances.

Yet again the girl heard nothing. She was in her own world, trying to piece together what had happened. The H.M. got that weird phone call about a week ago. She was whispering all hushed and had locked herself in the office.

"Then why I am here." The girl snapped, unsettled that her OV was out of order.

"Well, I … we, thought you wanted to come, the proprietor of your Home was very teared up." Mr. Bickerstaff nodded in agreement with the Mrs.'s statement.

"She never said anything about Sara being dead to me at all. All she said was that the address had been incorrect and gave me this one." The girl was getting furious.

"Conall called your propri…"

"We call her the H.M.", the girl interjected angrily again. H.M. had left out a murder? What the caramel covered fudge was wrong with her! That woman was on sitting on pins and needles now!

"Oh. Your H.M…," Mrs. Bickstaff corrected her self, "and told her about what had happened. When he learned about your plans for studying abroad, he thought you could stay in D for the time being. Your H.M. thought it was marvelous but told us that your response was important to her."

"Of course she did." the girl murmured under her breath.

WAIT ONE SECOND. How was she to know that this little old couple was lying their head off. Sure they didn't look like the cackle-and-maniacally-kidnap-children type, with her slivery gray hairs, his cannoli, and their cookie cutter grandparent smiles and aprons. Mrs. Bickerstaff also had known details about the H.M. Still though, there is always a chance of deceit. No matter how lacking in deceit the situation seems to be

"Would you mind if I…"

BRIING...BRINNG!

"Oh, one second darlin' I need to get this." Mrs. Bickerstaff hurried down the hall to a hanging wall phone.

"...use your phone." she heaved out. The girl got up and followed behind the woman to the door with D on it. Mrs. Hudson had picked up the phone just after it stopped ringing.

"Bother. I will be just a minute. You can set down your things right in there and then we will get this all sorted. Don't you worry."

Cracking open the door to her room she peek in and down the stairs. After fumbling around for light switch she found the plastic and flicked it on. Nothing. The girl set down her suitcase and slid her carry-on off her shoulder. Now was a good time for that package. She ripped the tape off, rolled it up, and stuck it inside her carry-on to be disposed of later. Inside of the box was a black Ogio with red accents swaddled carefully in newspaper sheets.

This backpack was a gift from her first ever foster parents. That's right, she is in the system. They had been the only set to ever understand her OV and accept her as she was. This couple was young but wise, they always seemed to act older than they were. The father's name was Dennis and the mother's Florence. They got her when she was in Elementary school and helped her more than her birth parents ever did. Even now she prefers to use their last name as her own. She was with them for two whole years the longest stint she ever had. They loved her very much and she saw them as her forever home. However, this was not to last. They couldn't keep her. Dennis became very sick near the end of the last year. When the state reevaluated them it was decided that they wouldn't have the funds to take care of her while Dennis was in the hospital. This backpack was their way of telling her they would be filled it with little surprises in each pocket. As she bounced through the system she made a pact with her self that on the first day with a different family she would open a new pocket. She had run out of pockets three families before she landed in the Home. She had no idea of how the H.M. had got wind of her, but get of wind of her she did. The H.M. had requested that the girl be sent to her. After all each child in her Home had to have an air of mystery about them. Just like the H.M. her self.

The girl scoffed quietly at the thought of the woman as she removed the bag and unzipped the second-most pocket from the front. By now she had the location of each item in the bag memorized. Hooked on the inside of said pocket was a small but extremely bright flashlight. Clicking it on she shone it down the stairs where she could see them bend around a corner. She had hoped to see a breaker box from here, but it looked like she would have to go down and look. The girl slipped the Ogio on her back and held the flashlight in her mouth. Having secured her light source she picked up the carry-on and suitcase to venture down the stairs.

She made it to the landing before it hit her.

"Oh you idiot." The girl mumbled past the flashlight as she dropped her carry-on and slapped her forehead. She blamed Sara for taking so long to get the the conclusion.

Her OV slowly got back to order now that the shock of Sara's death had worn off (Her emotions rarely lasted long).

Of course there wasn't a breaker box in the basement. She had distinctly heard a humming when she was walking to the kitchen.

An oven?

Of course not. A washing machine!

What does that have to do with a breaker box?

If not in the kitchen most boxes are put by washing machines for electricity purposes. It is classic design.

Ohhhh! I remember now!

The girl clicked off the light and set her suitcase down on the landing. She jogged carefully up the stairs in the dark all previous anger gone as she was excited about getting her OV back. When she got to the top Mrs. Bickerstaff flashed her a sad smile. In attempt to show her lack of hostility the girl returned it with an overly happy smile. Both of their attention was snapped away when Giorgio yelped from the kitchen.

"HELP! I AM ON FIRE! LORNA, HELP!"

Mrs. Bickerstaff, presumably named Lorna dropped the phone and then rushed down the hall.

"GIORGIO!"

The girl snickered when she saw Mrs. Bickerstaff pelting her husband with the fire extinguisher long after the flames had gone out.

"Hello? Mrs. Bickstaff? Hello?" a voice came from the hanging phone. In her hurry Mrs. Bickerstaff hadn't hung it up so the line was still connected. The girls eyes brightened as she thought about how she could gain a little more information about her elderly hosts. She lifted the phone to her ear careful to hold the mouthpiece away from her mouth so the other end of the line didn't hear her breathing.

"Conall she's gone. Do I have to stay on the line. Wait, Conall I hear screaming."

And then the front door exploded.