(Abbie's POV)
It had been months since we last saw Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson. Dr. Watson and I kept tabs on each other through his blog or e mail and Bailey and Sherlock had texted some, but that was about it. Another long year of school, basically. I had sort of given up on the thought that they might need our help. I mean, if you think about it, why would they want our help? They are smart, they work well together, and barely make enough money to keep their own heads above water. Taking on two more would be their downfall. Sure we can "take care" of ourselves, but we have never needed to "support" ourselves before. I snapped out of my daydream long enough to realize my phone was blasting music. I giggled. My ring tone for Bailey was the Psych theme song.
"Oh lo?" I said as seriously as I could. Bailey laughed.
"It's 'hello.'" She said.
"Oh! Hello?" (If you have younger siblings, you have likely watched Megamind more than once.) "What's up?"
"Well," she said, sounding excited, "I just finished my last college class of the semester and was wondering if you wanted to celebrate by going to the Green Kiwi and get some frozen yogurt with me!"
"I would love to! Hold on, let me text my mom. I'll text you back in a second to confirm or deny..."
I quickly texting my mom (who confirmed). A few minutes later, Bailey drove up out front.
We exchanged the normal hello's and I asked how the finals went. She had passed with flying colors (no one is surprised). Then it was quiet for a minute.
"Who is it this time?" Bailey asked.
"What?" I shook myself from my thinking zone.
"Every time you go really quiet, it's because you're thinking about a guy, so who is it?" She flashed me a grin as she stopped for a light.
"You know, I'm not always a love sick romantic." I stated firmly.
"No, but it's always more often than not. Was it a fantastic celebrity, or one of the nice fellows around town?"
"I was thinking about Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson, if you must know."
"Aha! The great Sherlock Holmes and his fine features have begun to haunt my best friend's daydreams! Perhaps I should have a word with him on that..."
"That is not necessary, thanks!" I said, flushing slightly. Yes, he's handsome and smart, so what?
We pulled into the parking lot of the frozen yogurt shop just as I was getting my embarrassment under control.
Bailey turned and looked at me. "You got that blush under lock and key?" She asked giggling.
"Haha." I said sarcastically, then I grinned. "Do they still have the caramel chocolate candies?"
"That's right, change the subject." Bailey winked. "But, yes, they do." I jumped out of the car fast and was inside before she could say anything else.
We filled our cups full of yummy goodness and sat down at a table near the counter, where we chatted with Abigail Tennant about how working at the Kiwi was going. (And yes, we have the same name. It was quite popular when I was born, apparently, because there are at least seven other girls in town that have that name too.) Abigail excused herself a few minutes later to serve a customer with two very young and restless children. I felt bad for the poor woman. Unruly children is one thing I understand very well. Bailey and I continued talking until she directed my attention with a quick discreet nod to a man in the back corner, who was talking on his phone. I wasn't sure why she would notice him. He looked exactly like every other mid-twenties guy that walked in here. Then I saw the gun handle under his jacket.
I looked back at her. "Undercover cop?" I asked quietly, keeping my cool and trying to look casual.
"Don't know. He's keeping an eye on us though."
I was just scooping another spoonful of chocolate peanut butter swirl when a song emanated from Bailey's purse.
"Who could that be?" Bailey muttered. She read the name. "It's...Sherlock!"
"Are you kidding?" I gave her a very serious look. After earlier, I refuse to be caught off guard again.
"No, I'm not." She flicked open the phone and hit the speaker button. "Hello Sherlock. Long time, no see!" From the slightly icy tone in her voice, I could tell she had given the "maybe -they -reconsidered" thought some time as well.
"We need you here ASAP, if not sooner," Mr. Holmes's low growl of a voice drifted through the speakers.
"What he means to say, is that we could use your help," said John's voice, a little farther off. Bailey and I shared a silent conversation via eye contact. I could tell she wanted to, even if they hadn't really given us much to go on these past few months. I felt the same.
"Where are you?" I asked, getting out of my seat, preparing to move.
"Look up," Sherlock said, sounding a little exasperated. I glanced out the window to see Sherlock and John watching us in a vacant lot across the five lane traffic.
"Well if that isn't creepy, I don't know what is!" I said, turning quickly to Abigail to say goodbye.
Bailey giggled. "We'll be right over!" And shut the phone. We hopped in the car and crossed the street to pick them up.
"There is no rush with you two, is there?" Sherlock asked, quickly clambering into the back seat.
"Hello to you too!" Bailey said.
"Hello," John said, climbing in after Sherlock. "Sorry about all this, it was a rather last minute for us as well."
"What was?" I asked.
"Bailey, drive. Head to the airport. We will explain on the plane." Sherlock stated.
"The plane?!" We both exclaimed.
"Don't worry, your parents know," John said, as if that solved every mystery in the universe.
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Chapter song: Santa Barbara Skies from Psych: The Musical ( Don't ask why I choose this song. I have no idea either, besides the fact that my co-author and I both love this show!)
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Thanks for reading! Have a great week everyone!
If you haven't seen Psych, please watch it. It is a less serious version of Sherlock, except the main character claims to be psychic, even though he is not. It's really fun, and I'm sure you will all love it!