Hawk was sitting on the couch in her bedroom, eating a snack while watching the episode of Game of Thrones she had missed because of the stupid interrogations. The police officers were lucky she had recorded it, because if she hadn't it would have been their fault if she had had to watch it illegal on the internet.

In the future, she would think twice about going on a nice walk to the park, but she had to admit; it was kind of strange she had found that boy that close to the city. Whoever had killed him didn't really care about covering his tracks. The boy had laid in plain sight, everyone could have found him, actually.

She realised her thoughts had been everywhere but with the television and she rewinded the episode a bit. Hawk shook her head to get rid of the distracting thoughts. She threw a piece of her snack at her fox, Han Solo, who eagerly caught it and devoured it - probably without even tasting it.

With a sigh, Hawk stopped the recording. Her thoughts were too distracting and she knew she couldn't concentrate before she had found out more about that boy. She raised up from the couch, only to plump down again behind her desk. She logged in onto her laptop and decided to just Google it. Google knows everything and it probably knew more about the murder than she did.

'Dead boy, Lea River, London,' she typed into a Google and immediately, thousands of hits appeared on the page. Her eyes flew over the words until her eye caught something she had not expect to find: the famous detective Holmes was investigating this murder. Hawk wondered why Scotland Yard had asked for his help. Something must be wrong, she concluded. They never ask the consulting detective unless it was very, very bad. A plan began to form itself in her mind and with a grin, she shut down the computer and grabbed her backpack off of the wooden floor. She made sure she had everything with her before she went downstairs. She had hoped her fathers wouldn't have heard her, but it had been in vain.

"Where are you going?" her father Marc asked.

"To Baker Street," Hawk told him the truth, because she knew she couldn't lie to him. He would notice.

He looked up from the newspaper he was reading on the couch and raised a questioning eyebrow at Hawk who was standing in the hallway. "Why would you go there? Haven't you had enough adventures for today?"

Hawk shrugged. "There's no such thing as too much adventure."

"All right. Just be sure to be back for dinner."

"Sure." She fell silent for a few seconds, which made Marc look up again. "We aren't eating-," but she couldn't finish her sentence, because her father continued it for her. He knew her so well.

"- salad? No."

"Good," Hawk answered. "Because I don't like salad nor eye contact."

Her father chuckled. "I know, Hawkins, I know."

"It's Hawk," she muttered under her breath but still decided to let it go. Her fathers would never stop using her full name, unfortunately. She hated her full name, the shortcut was way better. Hawk set course towards the front door and after a short and loud 'Bye' she stepped through it, on her way to 221b Baker Street. The home of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

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Hawk had almost reached the nearest underground station, when she was suddenly grabbed by her wrist.

"Oi! Let go of me!" she exclaimed while snapping her head sidewards to see who had grabbed her. Till her surprise, it was young woman and her piercing blue eyes stood frightened. Her red hair was tangled as if she had been standing in the wind for too long. Perhaps she needed help? Hawk also couldn't help to think this was the strangest day ever. First the dead boy, now a frightened woman. She almost laughed at the thought if she had to call the police, again, but now probably wasn't the time to laugh.

"Are you all right?" Hawk asked the woman who was nervously glancing around. Maybe she was harassed by someone and needed help to disappear into the crowd?

"Are you Hawkins Tinley?" she returned the question and Hawk froze for a second but then tried to get her hand out of her grisp. How did she knew her name? Hawk had never seen that woman before.

"Let go of me," Hawk hissed and with a jolt she managed to get her wrist free.

"No, wait! You don't understand!" the woman yelled when Hawk started to run away.

"Leave me alone!" Hawk shouted back over her shoulder. This really was a strange day... Maybe she should return home? But that would also mean she had to turn back around, towards the strange woman. Nevermind, she was going to see Holmes.

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Michelle watched the brunette run away. This probably hadn't been her smartest move; talking to the girl without warning, but Michelle knew where the girl was heading to and she would made sure she would be there waiting for her. She had to tell her and she had to believe her, otherwise things would end badly.

Michelle didn't know how it was possible she could see in the future, but she considered it being a gift. When the vivid dreams first had started, she had thought seriously about seeking help from a psychologist, because she was sure people shouldn't dream about complete strangers and their life, but then she started to see the same people as in her dreams. Astonished, she had followed them until the accident she had dreamed of, happened right in front of her eyes. It had been horrible and Michelle had felt guilty she hadn't warned the elderly woman. After that, she felt like she owed the woman and she started to help people with the knowledge she received in her dreams. And this time, Hawkins had been in it.Michelle knew that with this girl, she had to act fast, just as with the elderly woman who died because of her ignorance.

And if that girlfrom just a few moments ago indeed was Hawkins Tinley, she had to tell her what she had seen in her dream last night, even though Michelle knew it would be hard to believe. A few months ago she wouldn't have believed it either, but there was no other way: she didn't have the time to win Hawkins' trust. She just had to say it and hope for the best.

Michelle straightened her clothes and ran back to her car, meanwhile wondering if a car could be faster than the underground. She prayed to God it was.

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A/N: Michelle = Muriel, you'll soon find out the reason of the name difference :)

THREE UPDATES IN ONE DAY! I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF!

Alright, I'm done.

#CynarrOut