Hello, reader! This is Chapter 2. I've been a bit busy with reality but I must press on and give you chapters! This is the chapter in which Pippa meets Holmes. I must say though, that if you have any ideas on a romantic interest that would be quite amusing for me and I just might take one of the ideas! And as Always, I don't own anything except the lovely Pippa Watson.

The next morning, Pippa woke up early, but not so bright. She had hear gunshots last night and got really worried, but dismissed it as a dream.

Pippa stood up and grabbed her morning robe, putting it on. She walked over to the window and looked down at the busy Baker Street morning. People chatting by the wall, food vendors, and some ragged young boys being chased away by a constable.

A knock came from the door.

"Good morning, Pippa darling!" Mrs. Hudson came bustling through the door with a tray of breakfast.

"Oh, goodness. Mrs. Hudson how thoughtful!" Pippa smiled from ear to ear as Mrs. Hudson set the tray down on the table, "Does this happen every morning?"

Mrs. Hudson turned around and said, "Well of course! I'm not letting a young girl like you rummage around my kitchen!" Mrs. Hudson smiled.

"Of course..." Pippa said, not sure how to respond.

Pippa took a sip of tea and looked up at Mrs. Hudson as she began to speak again.

"Your Uncle wishes to see you when you finish."

"Oh, yes. I will. Thank you, Mrs. Hudson!"

Mrs. Hudson shut the door,

Pippa rushed through breakfast, only taking one bite of everything.

She hurried down to the door in which she figured was Watson and Holmes's rooms. She knocked quietly.

While she waited for someone to open the door she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at her reflection, but turned around quickly when the door opened and her Uncle wasn't standing in the door way.

"Um." Pippa mumbled, looking down from the tall, slender man before her.

"Holmes. Who is it?" Pippa heard her uncle say.

"A small girl of about 13-"

"15, sir. Act-"

Pippa was cut off at the loud noise of hurried footsteps. Her uncle appeared in the door way.

"Ah. Pippa, good morning!" At that moment Holmes walked away, back into his bedroom.

"Come in, Pippa."

Pippa walked in slowly, a bit reluctantly but yet curious.

"Sit down if you like..." Watson said, as he himself sat down.

"Okay..." But Pippa didn't sit down. She was too busy looking at the cluttered mess of the room. Yet it had some feeling of organization. She went over to a desk and looked at a picture of a very pretty woman.

"Who is this?"

"The woman." Watson and Holmes said, at the same time.

Pippa set it down quickly and sat on the chair opposite him.

"Now, Pippa, there is something I must go over with you."

"Of course, Uncle Watson."

"Since Holmes and I are going to be doing…case work quite often I must give you a couple of ground rule considering if anything happens to you it's on my head."

Pippa looked down and then said, "Why can't I just come with you? I'm sure I would quite obedient" She smiled a bit.

In the other room Pippa hear Holmes laugh a bit and mutter, "Silly girl..."

Watson blinked a few times and then continued, "Our work is quite dangerous. Not adequate for a young lady like you. Anyway, I was thinking you can only go on Baker St. which is the current street we are on and along York St. which is the next street over. I don't want you to wander into strange areas..."

"Oh, dear uncle, me? Walking into strange streets? How absurd..." Pippa laughed a bit.

Watson looked a bit uneasy, "Also, I feel you shouldn't talk to anyone unless you must. I don't want anything happening to you at all."

Pippa smiled, "Uncle Watson, its okay. Mother taught me well. I can take care of myself."

Pippa wished, since she was going to be here for a while, that he would be more lenient on the rules. She could tell being worried ran in the family.

She stood up and went to the window and looked out, seeing the same grimy boys she saw earlier out her window.

She turned to her uncle and gave a polite smile, "I will abide by your laws, uncle, for a wouldn't want to lose your trust right from the start..."

"Oh! Holmes come out here if you can!" Watson called to Holmes's room.

Holmes came out.

"Holmes this is Pippa, my niece. Pippa this is my friend and colleague, Sherlock Holmes."

Pippa and Holmes looked at each other for a moment then shook hands lightly.

"Please to meet you Mr. Holmes..." She curtsied shallow and quick.

"Miss Watson. Now tell me did you live in the country? Quite alone sometimes? Also-"

"Holmes..." Watson muttered.

Pippa nodded, "Yes, sir." she answered.

Watson looked at Pippa, "Holmes is quite the detective...Possibly the best in all of England!"

Pippa looked at Holmes, "All of England, eh?" She smiled a bit.

Holmes cracked a grin, "Perhaps..."

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