The hotel room was quiet except for the muffled song that Riley was listening to, her eyes scanning the computer screen for any cheap place to stay or any job that allows fourteen year old girls to work at and get an income. So far, nothing. Riley was glad they had, at least, changed dollars to pounds. She heard the door open and closed to see Ella with a flyer. She took an ear bud out of her ear and received the flyer. Once she read the paper, they out of the hotel and hailed a cab.
"Is this the best idea?" Ella asked, once in the cab and was told the direction.
"This flat has cheap rent and everywhere else was expensive." Riley answered "The least we should do is take a look."
The cab then stopped at the location and they paid the driver. The building in front of them was huge and the door was black with 221B on it in brass. Riley nervously knocked and the door opened to a elderly woman.
"May I help you?" The woman asked in a voice that reminded both girls of Ms. Nightingale.
"We had found a flyer for a flat that's for rent." Riley answered, feeling a little confident.
"You both seem too young to live alone." The woman replied, concerned.
"We have papers from Social Services stating that we're under watch." Ella added, showing the woman a document. She only studied the document for a moment and said "Well, if that's the case, then come on in. And I am the landlady, Mrs. Hudson."
The girls were lead up the stairs to a door and stepped through. The walls were white and the room was large to the girls, being used to small apartments. Their heads spun for a bit, then recovered. Riley began to move to the center of the room, her mind creating a image of her mother. She was in a white sundress, barefoot, and was spinning and dancing with her blonde hair, long and free. She was smiling and laughing.
"There is another bedroom upstairs. since you both would probably would want privacy." Mrs. Hudson said, snapping Riley from the trance.
"This will be fine," Ella answered, who was paying attention. "Is there anything we need to worry about?"
"Nothing much, just the neighbors." She answered.
"What do you mean?" Riley asked.
"One of the neighbors, Sherlock Holmes," the landlady answered "is very difficult to handle. All he prefers doing is solving cases. When he's not, he has the habit of shooting at the wall. He maybe very awkward to you, girls, but he won't hurt you. Well, physically; he can tell everything that happened to you by glancing at you."
"Anything else?" Riley asked, quite nervous.
"In fact, yes." Mrs. Hudson answered "Three years ago, he jumped off a building to fake his death. Two years later, he came back into our lives. He claims that one of his worst enemies was threatening to kill his assistant, John Watson, if he didn't jump."
"That seems like enough information on our neighbor." Riley concluded, Ella walking towards her to see if they should take it or not. "Just a second for us to decide on the idea."
"We don't have a choice," Ella whispered "if it's cheap rent and the landlady is allowing us to live here, then we should."
"Okay," Riley whispered and turned to the landlady and said "We'll take it."
"That's wonderful," She answered "may I get your names."
"Riley Wellington." Riley shook hands with her, then Ella.
Across the hall, footsteps were heard and voices were also heard. They stepped out to see three men standing near a door. They all were middle-aged and ranged through a number a heights; one was the shortest with fair hair, the second had more greyish hair and looked irritable. The last one was the tallest with a mop of curly brown hair. Ella coughed on accident and the men turned to them, allowing silence to come over the two groups of people.
Mrs. Hudson came out into the hall and said to the girls "I see you have just noticed your neighbor and his two friends."
The man with fair hair smiled and stepped forward to shake Ella's hand that she had ready. "Nice to meet you, I'm John Watson."
The irritated man came forward and said "Greg Lestrade."
The tallest one didn't come forward to shake either girl's hand. But he did come towards them. Ella immediately felt uncomfortable, since he looked scary in a teen's point of view. But Riley was, strangely, calm. A wave of comfort came over her, which was strange since it only happened when she was around her mother. He looked at Ella up and down, studying her.
The man named John became nervous and said "Sherlock, they're young. Please don't do a deduction on them."
Sherlock ignored him and finished studying Ella. He then started at Riley, but he stayed at looking at her straight in the eyes. A moment later, he drew back and muttered "Unimaginable.." John and Lestrade, expecting deduction, were shocked and looked at each other.
"Sherlock," Lestrade said, breaking the silence "the case?"
"Of course ," Sherlock answered, who then turned back to the girls "but I will be needing them."
Before the girls could protest, Sherlock grabbed both of their arms and started down the stairs. The two other men, shocked, started down as well.
"Sherlock! They're teenagers, not your assistants!" John shouted.
"You barely know them!" Lestrade also shouted.
"If we need to solve this case, we need two teenaged minds." Sherlock answered them as he hailed a cab. Sherlock almost literally threw the girls into the cab but John stopped him so the girls can get into the cab on their own. While Lestrade rode in the police car, John stayed with everyone in the cab. Riley held her breath because of her position, she was crushed between all four people and was sitting next to Sherlock.
Sherlock, you can't just take two girls to a crime scene. They'll probably get paranoid or something like that." John scolded.
"It's okay," Riley answered "I saw my own mother die with multiple gunshots."
John became surprised at her answer and Sherlock grinned. "You'll be surprised at what the eyes can tell."
The two men continued bickering while Riley and Ella were forced to listen. Riley rolled her eyes while Ella shook her head.
"I guess cheap rents come with a price." Ella muttered.