Consulting Detective and the Genius Orphan?

Chapter 5: The Confrontation

Amy sat in the corner of her sanctuary. She held her two rewards in her hand. The look on the short ones face was priceless. Amy grinned at the thought of how completely and utterly surprised he was.

Once the two apples were gone, Amy took a sip of water from the sink. Her plan wasn't to take refuge in the bathroom, but at the moment it was her best option. In fact the only other option was to confront the two men and let them decide what to do with her, and that was not going to happen any time soon.

Outside of the bathroom Amy heard the two men.

"Sherlock that girl...she just..and then..just like." The shorter one exclaimed, quite stupidly Amy added.

"John this case just jumped from a level 7 to a level 9, I don't have time for idiots like you." The other replied.

Amy chuckled slightly at the other one's, who she guessed was Sherlock, response. She looked out the window at the dark street below. Guessing by the small number of people out she knew it was around 11:00. Curling into a fetal position in the tub, Amy's eyes slowly drooped and after a awhile she fell asleep.

In the morning Amy awoke to a new person coming into the flat. She listened to the click clack of small heels.

"This is the door boys?" She asked softly.

Amy, now knowing the knew person was a old lady, realized what was going on immediately. The old lady, most likely a landlady, was going to unlock the bathroom door. Amy panicked and ran to the door to keep it from opening. But it was to late, the door opened revealing Sherlock, John, and the landlady on the other side.

The landlady, not knowing that Amy was in the bathroom, made a little noise out of surprise. Amy grabbed this opportunity and ran for it. But she didn't get far, Sherlock quickly grabbed her by the waist and held her up above the ground.

"That will be all Ms. Hudson, run along." He said with a small, sarcastic, grin.

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John watched from the door way of the kitchen as Sherlock set Amy on the couch. With a plate of toast with jam on it in one hand and coffee in the other, John went to supervise Sherlock in the living room. He gave half of his toast to Amy, and took his place at the table across from the couch.

"What your last name?" Sherlock asked as he read of his first question on his prearranged list.

John watched as Amy tried to be strong as she replied, "Rigby, Amy Rigby."

Sherlock grinned largely as he wrote down the answer and continued with question two, "Do you know who your mother is."

"No, but I do have a picture." Amy replied as she dug out a old damaged picture from her inside pocket of her jacket.

John looked at the picture himself, the woman in it looked almost exactly like Amy. Then he look back to Sherlock, who was studying the picture with his eyes wide. Sherlock then got up and went to his room. John sighed and walked back to the kitchen without saying a word.

John looked around for some more things for Amy to eat. He thought of how starving she probably was. Unfortunately, the only thing he could find was some left over body parts from Sherlock's last experiment.

John started to pull on his coat, "I'm sorry about Sherlock, don't let him bother you. I'm going to the..."

"Supermarket." Amy finished for him.

John, confused on how she knew where he was going, then left Amy and Sherlock.

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Amy sat on the couch, finally able to really observe her surroundings. The flat was cluttered in most areas but clean in others, showing that there had been an attempt to clean it. It was also very quiet since Sherlock was making no noise in his room.

Getting up off the couch Amy, surprisingly, remained very calm. She picked up the skull on the mantle, fiddled with it, then set it down and proceeded to look for a new source of entertainment. Eying the large stack of books on the shelf, she soon spotted a copy of the American book "Tom Sawyer."

Amy was three fourths of the way done with her book as John walked the door. She shut it quickly so John didn't know she had been snooping around the flat. John put the groceries on the counter and looked over to the living room expecting to find Sherlock. But Sherlock was still locked in his room, so John decided to make lunch.

Amy couldn't help but watch John attempt to make three sandwiches for lunch. He put the top piece of bread on one and watched at the whole meal toppled. Amy's stomach growled slightly at the failed sandwich.

John looked up at Amy and she quickly hid behind the couch out of shyness. Sitting on the other side of the couch Amy, once again, started to think less of her situation and more about food. She slowly rose once again to observe the food in the kitchen only to be surprised by John, who was standing only a foot away from her with a plate in his hand.

Quickly grabbing the plate, Amy started on what was supposed to be a sandwich. It wasn't long until the sandwich was gone and Amy was watching as John tried to get Sherlock to open his door and eat.

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Sherlock laid sprawled across his bed, his head was hanging off the foot of the bed and his hands were slightly dangling off the sides. No doubt that the woman in Amy's photo was Eleanor.

There had always been a little part of Sherlock's mind that didn't want Eleanor to be involved in this case. She was one part of Sherlock's life that he didn't like to think about. It was as if he buried Eleanor into the ground many years ago, and now Amy unearthed her.

"Sherlock, lunch." John said from the other side of the door.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and ignored him. John should have learned by now that Sherlock doesn't eat during cases because it slows his train of thought, and his 'train' needed as much speed as possible at the moment.

"Sherlock I mean it. At least reply." John said once again.

Sherlock, now annoyed, got up and went to the door.

"Shut up!" He said with a large sarcastic smile before slamming the door in Johns face.

From the other side of the door, Sherlock heard John sigh and Amy giggle slightly. He forgot that she was still in the living room. So once again he opened the door. John perked up slightly, expecting his meal to be eaten. But Sherlock walked right past him and strait to the couch. Sitting down he grabbed his notepad of questions again and once again started his interrogation.

"Why were you at the orphanage and how long were you there?" He questioned.

She sat and pondered the question before answering, "The staff said my mom left me there when I was only a baby. Only one person in the orphanage staff got to see her. He said my mother looked very sick, almost close to death, and very poor."

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Close to death. John repeated the phrase in his mind. Personally he didn't know Amy's mother, but he knew that Sherlock did. Because even though Sherlock pulled on a mask that said he was 'unfazed' by the woman being dead, John was the only one who saw the single tear that ran down his cheek.

(A.N. Sorry for the late update, I have a whole bunch a band crap going on. On the brighter side thank you guys for getting me to 150 reads!)