Chapter II

-Downtown London-

Sherlock and John arrived at where the girl was last seen. Sherlock was examining the pictures while John asked people that have been in the area on the day the cameras took their photos. Sherlock had already called Lestrade over to come and help out with the investigation cause of course when looking for a missing child; you're going to need help. Sherlock kept on looking at the pictures of the child.

Sherlock continued observing the photos looking at the people that were they're when the photos were taken, seeing whom their little assassin were. After hours and hours of waiting John and finally comes back with results of the findings. "Well?" Sherlock asked as he continued to look at the pictures, "No one of knew of her whereabouts here." John told him.

S.H: "Really, are you sure?"

J.W: "Positive. No one knows who the girl was or where she came from, or where she went."

S.H: "So in terms they didn't know anything."

J.W: "Yeah, they don't know anything about her."

Sherlock gave out a frustrated sigh. Even though it had been hours after accepting the case from Alice they still had no luck in finding her. Honestly for Sherlock this was going to be a lot harder than it needed to be. Of course after Sherlock accepts a case, he doesn't drop it until he finishes what he started. He was soon brought back into reality when he heard John ask him: "So what do we do now?" He was right what are they going to do?

What are they supposed to do? If they couldn't get any leads of where the girl was what were they supposed to do. Just than they had heard a woman shriek from down the street. "What the bloody hell was that?" John exclaimed, "We're about to find out." Sherlock told him as he started to run towards the screaming. John followed behind him pushing through crowds of people.

John had seen that Sherlock had stopped in his tracks in front of an alley. "Why did you stop?" John asked him, "See for yourself." He said as he pointed in to the alleyway. John turned his head to see the reason why the woman had screamed in fear. It was a rotting dead body, of a young 20 year old boy that had silver hair with now pale skin; his eyes had showed no color nor. "Now you know why the woman screamed."

Sherlock had said to him. Just than three police drove up on the curb. Inspector Lestrade and Inspector Anderson came out of the cars and soon rushed to where John and Sherlock were. "Before you anything Anderson I didn't kill this man." Sherlock informed him before he gave him a chance to speak, "I wasn't going to say that." Anderson told him.

"Well you were thinking about saying it." He said to the inspector. Lestrade gave the order to have the area cleared immediately so they could examine the body. Sherlock wasted no time and quickly began to examine the body, while John tried to figure out the cause of death of the man.

Sherlock had quickly diagnosed that the man was 25 years old, he was right handed, he was an intermediate in fighting, and that he had been killed five days ago, the same day the London security cameras took the photos of the girl. He had than realized that the man was holding on to something in his left hand. Carefully he opened the dead mans fist to reveal that it was a silver hair pain with a bright red pearl. He picked up the hairpin from the dead man's hand, and quickly examined it.

"So, how did the man die?" Lestrade asked John, "Well, it's obvious that the body has been here for days." John said to him, "Judging from the marks on his neck and stomach it he was bitten by a large dog, possibly a Rottweiler. The bites were so deep the man had died of blood loss." "Not a Rottweiler." Sherlock said, "A dog with a more powerful jaw killed this man." "Oh question freak, what kind of dog would that be?" Anderson had asked him.

"One of these dogs in the pictures." The detective said as he pulled out the photographs from his coat pocket. "Where did you get those?" Lestrade asked the detective, "From my client this morning." He said while passing them to both inspectors, "I forgot to mention that I accepted a case by a woman named Alice Liddell."

I.L: "Who's the little girl in the photos?"

S.H: "That is the person that we're trying to look for."

I.L: "Why?"

S.H: "Alice had asked me to solve the case of why her relatives die on a specific date, but in order to do that we have to find her first as well as her guardian."

I.L: "Guardian?"

S.H: "Of course her guardian! She's a bloody orphan!"

S.H: "Okay, I get it. So where is she from?"

S.H: "She's from Japan."

I.L: "Japa- Really?"

S.H: "Can't you tell?"

I.L: "How in the world did a ni-"

S.H: "Eight."

I.L: "Eight year old girl, get from Japan to London?"

S.H: "It's complicated to how she got here, if you don't mind we are starting get off topic."

I.L: "Right, sorry."

Sherlock quickly walked over to the dead body and began his deduction: "Five days ago, this man chased the little girl and eventually corned her in this alley way. The man prepares to kill her when two dogs sneak up behind him and target his stomach and neck. The man falls over and she uses this as an opportunity to run with the two dogs, thus leavening the man to die."

"Wait, two dogs?" John said, "There were two dogs?" "Obviously" Sherlock said, "It couldn't be one dog since it couldn't bite his stomach and neck at the same time." "Point taken." John said, "So the dogs belong to who?" Anderson asked him, "It's obvious that the dogs belong to her, otherwise they wouldn't save her like that." "What type of breed are the two dogs?" Lestrade asked the both of them, "We're not sure yet." The Doctor said, "We weren't told the breed of the dogs."

"Do you know where she could've went?"

"We're not sure where she ran off. We already asked around no one knows where she went or if any other connections with other people besides her family members."

"So in others you have no idea where she is?"

"Basically."

"Alright, I'll have some of the men look for her to where she might be."

"That would help, thank you."

Lestrade order the men to divide into groups of two and had them search every part of London, to where she was. John was about to head out to continuing searching for her, but noticed that Sherlock was examining something. "Sherlock?" John said, "Are you coming?" "There's blood on his knife."

The detective said to the doctor as he picked up the knife, "Is it from one of the dogs?" John asked, "No, I highly doubt it." He said. Sherlock took the knife, placed the knife in a zip lock bag and hid it in his coat. "What do you plan on doing with that?" the doctor asked as he watched Sherlock catch a cab." "I need to do a DNA test." Sherlock said as a cab stopped right in front of the cab. Sherlock entered the cab and than drove away.

-Meanwhile-

Sakura groaned in pain as her dog, a German shepherd continued to clean her wound on her leg. She had to hide herself from the public since she didn't whom to trust in the public. Five days ago she had to run for hours away from an assassin that was trying to kill her. She didn't know where to run since she wasn't familiar with the area, so she ran in the only place she could think of, which was the train station.

She hid herself from the public since she didn't know if there was another assassin hiding themselves within the public. Sakura took out her cell phone so she could call someone, however there was no signal on her phone. Another dog, a pit-bull approached her with a brown paper bag in its mouth. Inside the paper bag was fresh fruits, juice and chips for the girl to have.

The pit-bull put the paper bag next to her for her to reach. Sakura petted the pit-bull a way of showing her thanks, when she realized there was a folded piece of paper addressed to her, tucked safely in it's collar. She took the paper from the dogs collar and unfolded the paper, revealing to be a message. The message said:

I HAVE ESCAPED FROM BASKERVILLE, AND WILL BE IN LONDON IN FIVE DAYS. UNTIL I GET THERE STAY WITH MIZU AND KAZE AND DO NOT LEAVE THEM.

I LOOK FORWARD TO SEE YOU AGAIN
-SHADOW

Sakura was really happy to see this message from her friend. She was so happy she could almost cry, to hear that he was alive and well. The last time she had seen him was when he helped her escape from Baskerville, but he had no choice but to stay behind in order for her to escape. She was very happy to hear that he was now out of Baskerville and now coming to London in 5 days. She couldn't wait to see him again. She took the food out of the bag, handed some to her dogs and they all began to eat.

-London Hospital-

The computer had begun to analyze the blood on the knife and the hair DNA that was Alice had given to Sherlock. Sherlock was waiting patiently to get the results while Molly had watched him work. Sherlock had already explained the case to Molly, cause at times Molly has helped Sherlock with other cases in the past. "So, how's the case going so far?" Molly asked him, "Right now the police are looking for her right now, I should be hearing from them soon." Sherlock had answered.

S.H: "So far I have found no connection to her families death, or how her parents died."

M.H: "It must be hard for her. To live without her parents."

S.H: "Even with a guardian, I'm surprised she has survived this long."

M.H: "Wonder how it happened..."

S.H: "How what happened?"

M.H: "How it all started, and how her family became the target."

S.H: "Once we find her than we'll know."

The computer began to click finding the result of the blood DNA. Sherlock quickly went over computer to see the results. He was really shocked to see the results of the DNA test. The blood and the hair DNA were a match. Sherlock couldn't believe that he was right about the blood on the knife. "So I was right." He said. Molly gave him a confused look towards Sherlock. "Right, about what?" She asked him, "The little girl." Sherlock said to her, "The blood on the knife belongs to her. Which means she's been injured..."

-End of Chapter II-