Consulting Detective (Sherlock Holmes and Bad guys needed!) (Also future roles)

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    Wait... What in the WORLD just happened?! Hawk thought, startled. "Wait.... That wasn't a joke? You actually plan on adopting us? Wow. Ok then...." Hawk said, blinking her eyes. She got up from her seat and ran up to the room that had occupied her and her sister for the past 12 years. Giving it a good look, she grabbed the blue bag she thought she'd never used from under the bed, shooing the dust off, before packing up her clothes and putting her beloved headphones around her neck, and, well, everything, before sitting on her bed, staring at the room, as if giving it a last hurrah. She itched uncomfortably at her sweatshirt, although she knew it would be bad if she took it off. she grabbed her bag and headed down the steps.

    Hawk laughed. "I should get a quarter for every time you say that, and you look like you almost died. Then I'd be rich." She said, helping her sister up from the ground. "If I got a nickel for every time you fell down those steps, I would buy a mansion." She added.

    ....
    Hawk pondered. What about the hundreds of times where you fell down and got a concussion, or memory loss?" She asked.

    "I don't remember those times…" Ellie said confused. She shrugged and walked back into the adsorption room.

    [justify]Sherlock had called a cab and was standing at the door. He motioned them to follow him as he got into the cab.[/justify]

    Hawks eyes widened. "Wait a second!" she said, clambering up the stairs. She burst into the room, searching frantically. Seeing what she had forgotten, she sighed, her shoulders relaxing, as she picked up the precious cargo. She walked back down the steps, the violin strapped onto her back. "Found it!" she cheered.

    Ellie smiled and got in the cab. Hawk loved her violin, she was actually really good at it. Ellie used to play it but didn't like it as much.

    [justify]"I play the violin as well." Sherlock said, uninterested, as the cab took off. "The first person you will meet will most likely be Mrs. Hudson. She is my landlady. The second person is John Watson, he lives with me as well."


    Ooc: Do we have a Watson?[/justify]

    Ooc: yea, nut is, but shes working on someting about a wedding? Sorry about spelling, im on my nook.


    Ic: "Ok." Hawk said, playing with the end of her sweater.

    On the train, Moriarty saw one of his many employees. He was supposed to meat him on the train, so it wasn't peculiar. "I have another mission for you," Moriarty told him. There is a certain ice cream shop owner in London by the name of George Smith. He has been a thorn in my side. I need you to kill him. Only make sure his death points to Sarah McNeil as the murderer. I'm not worried about you killing her, but MAKE SURE that when you plant the evidence against Sara McNeil, that you erase any evidence pointing to our involvement. Remember Jack? You will be as dead as he is if you fail this in any way. Do I make myself clear?" The man nodded and, at the next station, departed the train. He then boarded a train to London. "Covering from the police is easy," he thought, "but I'd better have luck on my side if I'm going to get Sherlock Holmes."

    Hawk took out her hand held notebook and began jotting down words.


    Notebook:
    [img width=510 height=510]http://www.nrsworld.com/prodimages/20556-DEFAULT-l.jpg[/img]
    (It's about the size of a kids hand.)


    Furrowing her eyebrows, she concentrated, flipping through her old pages and reading. This was her poetry book, and some of them just sounded HORRIBLE to her. She considered ripping them out.

    [justify]"Poetry and a diary. Probably has been with you for years. Enjoy writing?" Sherlock questions, taking a look at the battered cover.


    [/justify]

    Hawk's head shot up, his voice breaking her from her concentration. "Um, yes, I enjoy to write." She said. "And this has been with me my whole life. They found it on me when they saw us at the foot of the orphanage." she added.

    Two hours later, someone found the body of George Smith and informed the police. As Sherlock was with his new children, Lestrade was busy at the crime scene of a nasty murder. "Looks like the George's X-Girlfriend, Sara, is behind his crime. George was shot twice. Sara, after shooting him, threw the weapon in the thrash can. She's not a very smart cookie because her prints are all over this. She was upset that George had a secret affair and so she killed him. It's a closed and very obvious case. You may as well fill the news in on it." "Shouldn't we tell Mr. Holmes about this before closing it and releasing it to the press?," and officer asked. "What for," Lestrade said, "so that he can confirm this all over again. For once in my life I'm going to have a murder publicly solved before Holmes does it and that one time is now. Tell him if you wish, but the press will hear the story and this is how I'm filing it." Lestrade then filled the press in to confirm the story and arrested Sara McNeil for murder. However, the officer who had just talked to him decided to tell Mr. Holmes the story before it came out in the newspapers. Thus he had a cab take him to 221 B Baker Street.