A few weeks passed and Moriarty was silent. Anderson was tried in court and was found guilty so John and Marry got 15000 pounds in property damage so they got a new house and what ever else was lost in the fire.
So Sherlock and I are sitting here bored.
"Sherls is there not a case we can work on?" I asked.
"Nope," Sherlock said. I looked at the skull on the shelf. I got up and picked it up and recited, "To be, or not to be- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.
To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,"
Sherlock shoots the smiley, and then I continued,
"When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death-
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns- puzzles the will," sherlock interupts me again to shoot the smiley,
"And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.- Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia!- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins rememb'red." I said and just after Sherlock shot a smiley on the wall, again.
"Will you two go out and do something please!" Mrs. Huddson yelled from downstairs.
I set the skull back in it's rightful place on the shelf. Sherlock and I sat down at the same time.
"I'm so bored," we said. I jumped up.
"Lets go get some canvas and some paints," I said.
"Agreed," he said. We went to an art store in a hurry and got canvases, paints, and two masking frames. We returned and set things up for painting. I then put in my ear buds and began the painting process.
We painted until our paintings were done. And then we were bored again.
"Delilah," Mrs. Hudson said coming up stairs.
"Yeah?" I said finishing putting the things away.
"The orphanage," Sherlock and I said at the same time. I fealt hot tears come to my eyes. Sherlock who was laying on the couch got up and walked across the coffee the able.
"I need you to take her to the orphanage," Mrs. Hudson said sadly.
"Let's go Dehlilah. Leave your things," Sherlock said,"We'll get it later."
Some tears fell from my eyes after hearing those words and I fallowed him out the door. We got a taxi and the tears were blurring my vision. We got in the cab and my silent tears turned to sobbing. I didn't want to go back to an orphanage. I knew no one would even care to adopt a 16 year old. I didn't want to leave Sherlock. I wanted to stay at 221B Baker Street.
Sherlock awkwardly patted my head and I only cried more. I hugged Sherlock and he hugged me back kind of. I cried in his arms.
We got to the orphanage and I dried up my tears. Sherlock walked me in.
"You must be Delilah, it's nice to meet you," she said and turned to the boy next to her, "William can you show her to her room?"
"I'm sorry ma'am but while the time she was staying with us. It seems we've grown a bit attached to her. Do you mind if I file for adoption?" Sherlock said awkwardly. Just hearing the words come from his mouth I began to ball. I hugged him.
The woman smiled and nodded, she walked into the other room and came back with a packet of papers.
Sherlock and I sat down and filled out the packet and once finished we returned it to her.
"Well dear have fun with your new family," the woman said and we left. I hugged Sherlock who once again he akwardly patted my head. We then returned to our home at 221B Baker Street.
Okay I'll admit I cried a little writing this chapter. Yay she is being adopted! It is not good bye.