The Misfits Of Bakerstreet

"We are the ones Mr. Holmes calls when he can't sneak that far. We are the ones he calls when he can't do it. We are the Homeless Network. We are the Bakerstreet Irregulars." That was what I was told, but what I was not told about was the thieves, murderers, and monsters (oh my!!) and now I've been dragged in it. Then there's the totally different and equally difficult Mr. Sherlock Holmes. How will I ever survive this?


5. What's So Special

"You have problems." Sam muttered, flouncing toward me after I hastily left the clown tent.

"I agree," I heard a deep voice behind me.

I turned around and saw Mr. Holmes striding towards us.

"You seem to have a fear of everything Miss. Blue." I felt my eyebrows draw together.

"I don't remember giving you my name-"

"Oh, you didn't." He said in a rushed voice, grabbing my arm with a firm grip and pulling me towards a waiting taxi cab. Sam shrugged and wandered off to Nathan.

"So," Mr.Holmes said to me, slamming the door after himself. "Who is afraid of clowns?" I felt red flags go up as I realized the others were still at the docks and the circus, but I ignored it.

"Well, a lot of people actually... Where are we going? Why are the others not with us?"

"You like to ask question then," he stated, crossing one leg over the other. I just stared at him until he finally sighed, rolling his eyes.

"It's obvious, you are new," he said. "I depend on you, and if I'm depending on you I should know you. And then there's the fact that Tony has not allowed anyone new in about three years. Why? What is so special about you, Blue?" I continued to stare at him for a few seconds before my shoulders lifted.

"I don't know, there's nothing special about m-"

"No," he said. "For some reason there is something very special about you." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Where are we going?" I asked again.

"What happened to your parents, Blue?"

"Where are we going?!" I snapped.

"What happened to the rest of your family? Why are you living on the street? It's obviously something important. Something big. Something probably in the news, something-"

"Stop the cab!" I yelled out. The cab slowly came to a halt on the side of the road and I grasped the handle of the door, swinging it open in a fluent motion, my heart thundering in my ears. No, they can't. They can't find out.

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