I've been running all my life. Away from the horrid memories of the sacrifices my mother made to protect me, and to protect my name from this evil world we live in...
But everything's changed...
I've recently found out my mother was murdered by a psychopath; choosing the wrong pill in a game of chance that would give away her secret. That gave away my name.
That cost her her life...
I heard a man named Sherlock Holmes had solved my mother's case along with others who had fallen of the same fate. I must find him so I can warn him: for he does not know what he has gotten himself into...


19. Eye of A Storm

A few weeks pass, and I eventually find myself hanging out more with PJ's friends rather than staying cooped up in the sandwich shop or my flat. I find out more about Chris, Dan, and Phil along the way, and they seem like genuinely good people. Chris was alway trying to flirt with PJ, and I did almost think for a minute or two that he was gay.

"I AM NOT GAY!" he shouted drunkenly from the streets on a walk home once, even though he was sober. "But I didn't say I was bisexual." He whispered to me and winked while I was cracking up with tears in my eyes.

I notice that Phil was always really awkward whenever I'm around him, and only speaks to me with one-word sentences. He's been like this ever since the whole thing with Mycroft. Maybe he thinks I have a weird phobia of security cameras or something...

Today I had managed to sneak away while John was taking a nap and Sherlock was cleaning out his 'mind palace' and decided to take a stroll by myself in Trafalgar Square . I sat at the edge of the fountain in the square, drinking my decaf chai latte that was just turning cold. As I sip from my cup I look around the square, observing the faces of people, buzzing about like bees in a busy hive.


I jump and turn to see Phil, blue eyes shining and black hair blowing in the slightest movement of the air around us. I smile and acknowledge him to sit while I resume to look around the square.

"Busy day, isn't it?" Phil asks, and I nod politely in response. "Hey, Rachel...can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Phil. What's on your mind?"

"...What happened when you freaked out and ran away last time we were here together?" I just looked at Phil. I couldn't tell him the truth, but he admires me as a friend and that makes me not want to lie to him. I didn't really know what to say...

"Phil..." I start to say. "I can't really explain...I wish I could, really, but..."

"It's complicated?" Phil takes the words right out of my mouth.

I nod my head. "Yeah...and things have just been getting even more complicated lately, it feels like I just can't keep up." I look away and feel the rims of the cardboard coffee cup sleeve with my fingers as tears begin to form in my eyes. I feel Phil's arms wrap around me; he's much warmer than I thought he would be in this weather. I wrap my own sweater covered arms around his back, and we embrace for a while until I feel better. I look up at Phil with a smile on my face and a tear on my cheek. Phil wipes it away with his thumb as he cups my face with his right hand. 

He smiles a big, toothy grin. "There's that beautiful smile. Cause and effect, huh?" We both chuckle as I put my own hand on top of his. I pull it down from my face and enlace his fingers with my own. We hear a violinist playing on the street playing a very beautiful piece, and Phil stands up and attempts to pull me out from my seat. 

"Come on, let's go dance!" I laugh and finally stand as he drags me closer to the violin player. He puts his right arm in the air with our hands still intertwined, and he puts his other arm around my waist. I put my other hand on his shoulder, and we begin to dance. Phil tries hard not to step on my feet, and I try not to step on his. A crowd begins to form, and Phil whispers something in my ear:

"Let's give these people a show, alright?"

I nod.

The violin player plays even louder than before, and I have to admit, Phil pulls off the dancing so well, it's as if he was a trained gentleman from the 17th century. He spins me 'round, and the crowd cheers. He spins me again, but lengthens out his arm so I am away when I stop, and his spins me back in and dips me down. The crowd goes crazy as he cradles me in his arms. I then spin him round and do the same, and the crowd laughs hard and sighs.

"Not to bad." Phil chuckles. I look around to see people were joining in the dancing. There was a husband with his wife, a mother and her little boy, two pairs of elders, and a few more people as the crowd got larger.

I get an idea and whisper it in Phil's ear, and while he's reluctant at first, he agrees. After one final spin, we separate, and Phil gets on one knee. I back up and get a running start, and I leap straight into Phil! He catches me and puts me up in the air with all his might, and the crowd goes absolutely mental! Phil's strength suddenly runs out, and I collapse right on top of him!!!

The crowd lets out a hardy laugh, and eventually we're laughing too. The violinist finishes, and everyone erupts with applause! Phil takes my hand, and we bow together. There are smiles all around, much different from the colony of bees buzzing through the streets before.


I look up at Phil, grinning the widest I ever have.

"A smile for a smile, eh?"

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