Chapter Two

Sherlock Holmes

John stood there with his hands holding shopping bags. His face displayed a puzzled look. I could tell he expected answers concerning the young girl with her head on my lap. This rarely ever happens.

"Sherlock, for God's sake, what is going on here? Can I not leave you alone for thirty minutes without you kidnapping someone?"

"I did not kidnap her. She simply happened to stumble in here and I happened to be holding a drug-filled syringe in my hand. Oh, accidents happen."

"Sherlock!"

John immediately dropped all the shopping bags and ran over to the girl. She was honestly fine, but of course John wouldn't believe that.

"What did you drug her with?"

"Finally you asked!" by now I stood up, almost causing the girl's head to fall on the ground. Luckily John was able to catch it. I can't afford to get any more blood on these floors.

"My very own concoction. And I have to say, it came out quite well for the first try!"

John almost stopped breathing by now and I could tell that he was becoming cross.

Honestly John, it's not that big of a deal.

"We need to keep her laying down and make sure she doesn't choke to death."

The girl was now turning slightly pale. She was obviously from America, judging by her outfit. And her jet black hair was cut around her shoulders, suggesting that she had fallen into the stereotypical trend that many young girls do.

Who was this girl?

"Sherlock! Quick she's waking up!"

The girl was mumbling something under her breath. Probably "help" or "please don't put a sleep-inducing drug in my body" or something like that.

John then proceeded to say some encouraging and apparently non-kidnapper sounding words such as "Hello there. It's okay, I got you." He then flashed this huge smile that was supposed to be friendly. Instead, the girl opened her eyes and saw a strange adult man who was now grinning down at her like she was his prize. This of course resulted in

"Oh my god! Get off me you pervert!"

She stood up and noticing that I was there screamed, "And you drugged me? What is wrong with you? You two are completely screwed up. I'm calling the police!"

"Yes please do. Summon all of Scotland Yard and share with them the extremely trying if not bloodcurdling event while they listen in an uncommunicative fashion!" I answered.

Mystery girl now stared at John.

"He's just saying that he wants to explain" said John followed by an annoyed sigh.

"First of all, have you no sense of manners by barging into my apartment? I could have had plans! Actually, I did have plans if that bloody terrorist would just show up." I told her.

"Excuse me, but I came here to move into the apartment downstairs. I figure you're the one who I talked to? You said it was in 'tiptop' condition! It's a dump you jerk!" yelled the girl.

"Sherlock what is she talking about?" asked John.

"You're the one I talked to? You weren't supposed to come until tomorrow!" I said to her.

"Yes, but things changed. I had important matters that simply resulted in me coming today. Either way, the flat would not have been inhabitable by tomorrow!"

She looked down at her shoes when saying that. So, the "important matters" were therefore private and most definitely illegal.

"Sherlock! Tell me what is going on!"

I sighed, "John, I simply arranged for this girl to come and rent the bottom flat. I figured she could be useful."

"My name is Darcy, not 'this girl'. And what do you mean I could be useful?"

"John, do you remember the Harrison Leanly case a few months ago? Well, she sounded young on the phone. And you know Mr. Leanly only likes the attention of young American women. By having her stay downstairs, I could easily lure him into the flat and have him arrested."

For some reason, the two did not notice how proud of this plan I was.

"Oh god Sherlock…"

"You were going to use me as bait? Okay, that's it, I am done here! You are sick!"

In that exact moment, Mrs. Hudson came running in, shrieking in that extremely high-pitched tone older women have.

"For goodness sake! Boys what is going on in h-?"

She stopped the minute she noticed Darcy.

"Oh hello there dear! Sherlock, you didn't tell me you had someone coming over (smile directed toward me). Well, she certainly will not be coming back here with all this ruckus!"

"Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock has arranged for Ms..." John looked over at Darcy skeptically.

"Oh, uh Phillips" said Darcy, answering his question.

"Ms. Phillips to stay in the downstairs flat".

"Sherlock! That place is dreadful. She can't stay there! Oh you poor thing…"

"That's okay." Darcy said with a smile. "I'll just find another apartment or something".

I needed this women to stay here for the safety of the entire country. And I also wanted to talk to this terrorist.

"I don't see any reason why she can't just stay with you Mrs. Hudson" I said.

Darcy's smile left her face.

"Well, I do have an extra room. Of course Ms. Philips can stay with me!"

"Oh I don't kn-" Darcy began to say.

"Nonsense! Get your stuff dear, and I'll show you around. Welcome home!"

Darcy couldn't win. She was staying. Perfect, she will be needed.

"How about you settle in, and then we can all go out for dinner tonight? So we can learn a little about Ms. Darcy" chirped Mrs. Hudson.

"Can't. I have no interest in dining with any one of you tonight but thank you." I explained.

"Sherlock, just this once. My treat!" Mrs. Hudson was now begging.

"Fine. But just this once"

I truly did not want to meet this girl or 'learn a little" about her. But John threatened me with his eyes.

"Lovely idea! I'll call Mary and let her know." John exclaimed.

"Let's get going then! Boys, help Darcy with her belongings." Mrs. Hudson motioned toward the girl's few boxes near the bottom of the stairs.

Why did she have so little?

Darcy Phillips

Amazing. I didn't think things would go so smoothly. Finally, I was back on course. I got them. Now, it was time to begin. Oh, how little they knew.