Consulting Detective and the Genius Orphan?

Chapter 2: the Intruder

((The ending of chapter one has a tendency to disappear. So if this isn't making any sense then post a comment on my profile and I'll check it out.))

Amy awoke to a man waking into the bedroom.

"What the hell are you talking about Sherlock?" He said to the taller one, who Amy guessed was Sherlock.

Both men were now towering over her. Amy knew that she was too young to go to jail but she wasn't too old to be sent back to the orphanage, and that was not an option for Amy. So, without thinking, she ran.

"Eleanor!" Sherlock yelled as Amy bolted out into the street.

Who was Eleanor? Amy didn't have time to ponder the question. She raced down the streets with the bitter air kissing her exposed ears. She looked behind her to see if she was being followed before she dashed into an empty alley way.

Panting, Amy thought of what she was going to do next. Once again, the orphanage was not an option. But what was? Was she going to have to beg for money? Was her new home on the streets? Amy knew how to be a peasant, when the kids in the orphanage played town they would always make her play the peasant. But the real world seemed a lot more cruel and dark.

But it was final. Cruel and dark was her new way of life. Lying down in the street Amy realized she had been crying silent tears. She was afraid, as any child would be.

In the background a restaurant was playing a quite song.

"All the lonely people, where do they all come from?"

"All the lonely people, where do they all belong?"

Amy fell into another deep slumber with the melody echoing in her young mind.

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Meanwhile, back at the flat with Sherlock and John, Sherlock was pacing back and forth.

"Eleanor Rigby? Eleanor Rigby? Eleanor Rigby?" Sherlock said to no one in particular.

The whole ordeal made no sense to him. In his mind Sherlock added up all the facts in his mind.

-Eleanor Rigby ran away from home seventeen years ago

-Ten minutes ago a girl, most likely a runaway orphan, showed up in the flat

-The orphan looked almost exactly like Eleanor Rigby

None of them added up. Sherlock always said that you "eliminate all the theories until there is one left. That one theory, no matter how impossible it seems, is the answer to the case. But the whole thing was absurd.

"Sherlock," John said annoyed, "What the hell is going on? Who was that girl?"

Sherlock ignored him. To Sherlock, it was not the time to deal with John's simple minded ways. There were to many questions to be answered.

Suddenly Sherlock got up out of the chair he was sitting in and went out the door. John was used to this kind of exit but he couldn't say it didn't annoy him. But as Sherlock walked downs the stairs and into the street there was nothing he could do but wait for Sherlock to get back.

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Sherlock walked into the street with a mission. He needed to find that girl.

"How?" he asked himself, "What can I do to find this girl?'

To normal people this task would be impossible. Finding a runaway orphan in the large city of London. But Sherlock had a plan. He was going to use his homeless system.

Sherlock went to a "normal" beggar and gave her ₤50.

"I'm looking for a girl" he said.

(A.N. I wanted to give you an early chappie in celebration of the mishapocalypse. I will try to get chappie three up on a normal update day)