I realized that part of chapter two was at the end of chapter two. Whoops! Sorry about that! The chapters will be fairly short, but they'll be uploaded every few days.

CH. 2

Friday night a quarter to 6, Sherlock was dragged against his will out of 221b and into a cab.

"Must I go? I was incredibly close to solving that murder John!" he complained, snarl on his face.

"Yes Sherlock. I think you'll enjoy meeting this girl. She's very clever. "

"Clever! But she's a child! I hate children."

"She's 15! Nearly an adult." John said defensively. "Besides, she's a big fan of your work."

"Fine." Sherlock said, turning to stare out the window.

"You are required to talk to her Sherlock. At least 100 words, do you understand? Ah, here we are. Wait here, and try not to be to intimidating. Please?"

"Hmph!" Sherlock sniffed, turning his coat collar up.

John returned several minutes later with pen on his hand and the girl in tow. Sherlock analyzed her. "Little food, poor sleep, stressful life. She has very few outfits. Just that and another one, and this one is the better of the two. She has a scar on her cheek, most likely because her parents were abusive. It looks almost like a knife wound. Probably why she lives here."

The door opened and the overhead light came on. The young girl stepped in, and John took the passenger seat.

"Hello Mr. Holmes! I'm Bowie! I'm an enormous fan of you and Dr. Watson."

"Charmed." He replied, giving her a dangerously cold stare. She leaned back in her seat, and began conversing with John, who had turned around to watch their exchange. Clever enough to know when to shut up Sherlock thought bitterly.

Sherlock was sure this girl was smart. He knew from the moment she read the cab driver.

"Two sons, one considerably older than the other. The second one is favored, as most younger siblings are." The cabby turned red during the silence.

"And, oh! You're cheating on your wife with the owner of this cab company! God! What a man!"

"Get out ya little bitch!" he yelled, pulling over and turning to face John.

"Keep your daughter in check! Never met someone so rude in my life! Get out!" By this point his face was a cauldron, turning every shade of red and bubbling.

"GET OUT!" he screeched again, getting out and opening the back door. Sherlock and Bowie clambered out, while John got out in the front. They stood on the sidewalk, Bowie in the middle, not daring to look to either side of her. Her face was contorted with silent laughter, but she tried hard not to show it. When she saw Sherlock's head turn out of the corner of her eye, she turned to face him. She steeled her face, only to see Sherlock grin and begin laughing hysterically. Bowie lost her cool and joined in. Even John, who was trying desperately to be the adult in the situation, began laughing.

"Well done Bowie. You've done it again." He snickered, biting his lip.

"Oh, well, he wouldn't have been offended if it wasn't true." She replied, her eyes twinkling with glee.

"I have to admit Miss, that was one of the most amusing things I have ever seen." Sherlock laughed.

"Thanks! It means a lot coming from you Mr. Holmes." The girl beamed "And I'm not easily shaken."

The trio walked the streets of London for several hours, stopping to get sandwiches at Speedy's. John would have liked to introduce Bowie to Mrs. Hudson, but she wasn't in, so they took their sandwiches to go. Sherlock passed 100 words within 5 minutes of leaving the cab, and it appeared he had no intention of stopping anytime soon. Bowie soaked it all in, her blue eyes wide with wonder. She had a habit of twirling her hair, but even that was abandoned, and her red curls spent the night undisturbed. At 8:30, John insisted that they bring Bowie back home.

"Please just another hour? Ms. Monroe wont be mad if I'm in before 10"

"I'm sorry Bowie, but I'd rather you be early than on time. And who is-"

"The headmistress" Sherlock and Bowie replied simultaneously.

"Oh alright. Very well then."

"As much as I hate to let you go back to the shit-hole orphanage you've described to us tonight, I agree with John." Sherlock added.

"OK. I guess we should head back then." Bowie said, not ready to disagree with her idol.

They reached Oxford St around 8:45, and they slowed their pace, delaying the inevitable. Once they reached the home, Bowie pulled out a key from her pocket and unlocked the huge wrought iron gate that stood in front. She bid goodbye to Sherlock and John on the walk, and ran up the marble stairs two at a time. She stopped again at the front door.

"Thank you again! This was amazing!" Putting a hand up in the air as a goodbye, she disappeared into the ominous entrance way. She stepped into the lobby, signed herself in, and went up to the girl's dormitory.

That was the best day of my life she thought as she drifted of to sleep. She had no idea tomorrow could top it.