Hello, my lovelys! Sorry I did not update fast enough. I'm trying to write and still keep up with Honors reading this summer so, bear with me readers! I'm here to give you chapter 3! I also want to note that this is when the action is going to happen because I'm one of those writers who likes to bring in the action right away. My dear Pippa is the only thing Sir Doyle doesn't own!
At about 5 o clock, Watson sent Mrs. Hudson up to Pippa's room to call for dinner. Pippa was extremely excited for she had been in her room all day trying to clean things up a little. It was a bit dusty but she managed.
Pippa hurried down the steps, holding her skirt to making sure she wouldn't trip over it.
When she got to the door she knocked a quick rythem on the door and looked in the mirror she looked in when she first went into her Uncle's rooms. She smiled at herself again, too.
Uncle Watson opened the door,"Ah! Pippa, dear, do come in!" He said, cheerfully.
Pippa walked in to find the dinner table was already set and food was already on the table.
"Smells wonderfull, Uncle Watson." Pippa quickly smiled at him and walked into the room.
Sherlock was already sitting at the table with an I-really-wish-I-was-doing-something-else look on his face. He was leaning back in his chairing with his fingers steepled.
"Evening, Miss Watson." Sherlock said, giving a forced smile.
"Oh good evening, Mr. Holmes. And please, just Pippa will suffice."
"I'm sure it would..." Holmes said, Looking the opposite direction.
There was a sort of silence in the air for a moment and Watson coughed.
"Well, you can sit here, Pippa.." Watson pulled out a chair and pushed it in for Pippa.
Pippa smiled in thanks to him and looked at the dinner that was laid before her.
Watson began to eat immediatly looking up occasional at Pippa and sometimes Holmes.
"Does Mr. Holmes usually not eat?" Pippa leaned in and whispered to her uncle.
"Oh, he eats sometimes. Just he says eating can cloud up his thinking," Watson said, looking at Holmes.
"It don't just say it! It does happen sometimes..." He took a sip of water from the gilded cup.
"Oh..." Pippa mumbled.
The rest of the dinner was completely silent except for Watson saying,"So are you adjusting in your room well?"
"Yes! Quite well. Thank you." Pippa smiled at her uncle.
"Good." He nodded and smiled back.
Holmes stood up from the table and walked over to the fire place, picking up one of his favoured pipes, and lighting it. He walked over to the window and looked down at the dreary night of Baker St.
Watson finally broke the silence, again,"Pippa, Holmes and I are going to be taking a visit to Inspector Lestrade down at the station tommarow."
"Okay." Pippa was looking for more explanation.
"You can stay here while we go. The sitting room is open for your use and like I said, you can go walk around the streets if you like!"
Pippa smiled knowing that this was her chance for freedom.
She simply looked at him,"I will certainly do so, Uncle Watson."
"Good, Good! Well I must be off to bed. Good night, Pippa...Holmes."
"Good night, Uncle Watson."
"Oh yes, good fellow, good evening." Holmes said, snapping out of his thinking trance.
After Watson shut the door Pippa turned to Holmes.
"Mr. Holmes, how much do you already know about me?" Pippa's face was a mixture of curiousity and concern.
"Your scared." Holmes came out with it.
Pippa was a bit shocked. He really was the greatest detective...She just didn't know he would actually tell her. She thought she would have to work him down until he told her.
"Scared for what?" She challenged.
"Your mother." He turned his head to look at her, blowing out pipe smoke,"Worried about her well being."
"Has my Uncle told you anything about her that I should know?" Pippa said in a saucy tone. She leaned against the wall and raised her eyebrows at Holmes.
Holmes stood up and hurried into his room, shutting his door quite loudly.
Pippa sighed. She figured Holmes was told by Watson to not tell her anything otherwise he would pay hell. Pippa wished she wasn't treated like a child.
The next morning Pippa woke, pulling her sheets over her head. She didn't want to get up but knew she was to see off her Uncle and Holmes. She stood up but had to sit back down from dizziness.
Suddenly, she heard a loud crash and yelling from downstairs. Had Mrs. Hudson knocked over one of her trays and Holmes was giving her a scolding?
She carefarefully walked down the stairs, feeling her stomach jump as she hear a loud bang on a wall. She breathed out slowly and knocked on the door.
"Uncle Watson?" She opened the door to see Holmes and Watson standing against the wall, Waston with his Silver revolver.
"Uncle Wat- Agh!"
A man (Pippa figured, by the strenght that was there) grabbed her from behind and held an old knife to her now stark neck. Watson tried to grab Pippa but Holmes stopped him, fearing the man would kill Pippa right there.
"Ah, Ol' Vange had a daughter then, eh?" The man said in a husky voice,"Looks just like 'er..."
Pippa gave Watson a side ways glance. How did this man know her mother?
"O'reilly, just give us-" Holmes's mumble was cut off.
"So, your sister didn't tell ya where she was going off to then? Your own sister?" O'Reilly spoke to him.
"I think we both know Evangaline works in mysterious ways..." Watson muttered, his face also turning a bit pale as he watched the knife carefully.
O'Reilly eyed both men before he threw Pippa to the ground.
"I'll be back for ya..." He said, not really saying it to anyone.
Before he shut the door he threw his old knife to the ground, it sticking in the ground next to Pippa's head, finally shutting the door afterwords.
Pippa started crying and Watson went over to assist her off the ground.
Holmes on the other hand was unphased yet he couldn't help but feel bad for the girl. He lit a pipe, took a drag, and sat in his chair, returning to his world of deducing and logic.