I am SOOOOOO sorry it took me this long to write this, I had HUGE writers block. Anyway, here is the new chapter. It's kind of short compared to the others, but I wanted to get something up before I leave for break. Enjoy!


After two hours of searching the remains of Holmes's room, the three detectives realized the inevitable truth, the file was gone. Abby collapsed in a newly upright chair and sighed.

"What are you going to do about this?" Holmes asked intently. Abby looked up and saw everyone looking at her. Her eyes bulged out and her mouth a gape.

"Me?!?" she exclaimed angrily. Holmes nodded and glared at her.

"Yes you. It was you fiancée who took the file." Holmes stated as he poured what was left in the bottle of brandy into a glass on the table. Abby shook her head and looked over to Watson in disbelieve.

"Does he listen to us when we talk?" She pushed a strand of hair out of her face and sighed. "Holmes, for the fifth and last time, David did not take the file. I am one hundred percent sure of that." Holmes shook his head and glared at his daughter. Abby sighed, rose from her chair, and walked toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Watson asked from his spot by the window. Abby shrugged.

"Not sure yet, anywhere but here at the moment." She walked out the door, and paused when she heard Watson address Holmes.

"Are you just going to let her walk out of here like that?" he asked.

"Do you see me running after her? No? Then you have your answer." Holmes replied, taking a sip from his glass, and sighed. Abby smiled and walked down the stairs, grabbed her coat off the floor, and walked out side.

The cold winter air nipped at Abby's face as she turned the corner of Baker Street. She pulled her coat tight against her pale skin, shivering a bit. She rounded the corner again and landed in the market.

It was full of people, from women in brown and black dresses shopping for their families, to men in suits strolling around with pipes. Abby stared at the mass of people and felt out of place. She had almost never been down here before, Sarah did most of the shopping, and Holmes didn't enjoy her in crowded places (A.N. I added that because I wanted to show he is very protective of Abby). Sighing, she pulled out the clips holding her hair up, tucked them in the pocket of her coat, and walked on.

People yelled at her as she walked, asking her to buy things like apples, bread, jewelry. Abby didn't stop until she reached the last stand on the street. It was a small stand, the smallest there was, and it was being tended to by a little girl, about eight or nine. Abby smiled at her.

"Hello there." she said kindly. The little girl stared at her, her brown eyes full of amazement. Abby felt a ping of sadness for this girl, she wasn't the cleanest child she had ever seen in a long shot. She blond hair was the color of sand due to the amount of dust in it, and her pale skin was covered in a mix of mud and dirt.

"What's your name little one?" she asked kindly.

"P… Patricia Miss." the little girl said timidly. Abby bent down a little so she was looking the little girl in the eyes.

"Patricia, that's a very pretty name. So tell me Patricia, what are you sell at this stand here?" she asked, her smile still on her face. Patricia quickly leaned down and grabbed a loaf of tan bread. It was wrapped in a bit of news paper, and it was fresh. Abby smiled.

"Did your parents make that bread?" Patricia looked sad, and shook her head.

"No Miss, my brother. My Mama died last winter." Abby took a quick intake of breath, but quickly recovered and smiled again.

"Well, tell you what Patricia," Abby began, getting up and pulling some coins from her pocket. "I will personally buy some bread from you." She put ten coins down on the table in front of the stall. Patricia's eyes grew wide.

"Miss, the bread is only two coins." she stated, pushing the coins back. Abby shook her head.

"The rest are for you." she said kindly. Patricia smiled wide and ran over to hug Abby.

"Oh thank you Miss!" she cried. Abby laughed.

"Call me Abby, Patricia." she said calmly. She looked down at the little girl and smiled wider.

"Patricia, could you take me to meet your brother, I have something I would like to give him." she said kindly. Patricia nodded and ran down the alley behind the stand, Abby right on her heels. They went straight for a while, then came to a small building in the middle of no where. The air around the house smelled like bread and pastries. Abby followed Patricia to the door and stood their as Patricia ran inside, disappearing from view. Abby peeked in, the room dark and dusty.

"Hello? Anyone home?" she called, not getting an answer. Sighing, she stepped inside and began to walk farther into the house. Eventually, she saw a room with a bit of light in it. Patricia was talking to a man leaning over a stove; she was bouncing up and down.

"And she gave me ten coins! Ten coins! Can you believe it?!?" she screeched. The man shook his head.

"No I can't." he said in a voice Abby swore she had heard before. She stepped in so she was visible. Patricia saw her and smiled.

"Here she is!" she called, running over to her. Abby smiled at her, then turned her attention to the man by the stove.

"So you're the generous patron my sister waited on today." He said, not turning his attention from the stove. Abby nodded, then realizing he couldn't see this, said

"Yes Sir, and you are…"

"William McCalion." he said, turning around to look at her, his eyes growing wide when he saw her. Her eyes grew wider and she gasped.

"Will?"


Ok, so review and tell me what you like. Next chapter will be longer. Also, I'm waiting for the DVD to come out, March 30th, before I move back in to the major movie plot, due to the fact I am forgeting things about it. Anyway, Hope you like it!!!