A/N The inspiration for this came from an episode of Monk, Mr. Monk and the Kid. Credit to the creators of Monk for the inspiration. I do not own Sherlock, John, or any recognizable characters. Please read and review. Thank you.

It was another ordinary day. Sherlock paced with restless agitation while John read through the newspaper. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. John was fine with that, but Sherlock, on the other hand, looked about ready to kill someone so he would have something to do. John opened his mouth to suggest they go get lunch when a there sounded a furious knocking at their door. Both men turned toward the door, John with a feeling of dread and Sherlock with great eagerness. Sherlock bolted to the door and flung it open.

A pretty woman stood there, torn between anguish and shock. "A…Are you Sherlock Holmes?" she asked.

"Please, do come in," John said, coming up behind Sherlock and pulling the detective out of the way. The woman followed somewhat cautiously and sat perched uneasily on the edge of a chair. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked.

"No, no thank you," she said. "I'm Melina Hayes. I work with the Open Hearts Orphanage in New York."

"New York?" Sherlock interrupted. "Why are you asking for my help if you live in New York?"

"The family… the murdered family… who were looking to adopt a little boy was killed, and they were British," she said, tangling her words a little.

"Ah," Sherlock said. "Carry on." He leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling.

"There isn't really much to tell," Melina said. "Their bodies were found this morning in the hotel room they were staying in, and the little boy they wanted to adopt, Matthew, was nowhere to be seen." She wiped a tear from her eye. "I'm sorry," she said.

"It's okay," John said sympathetically. "Take your time."

At the same time, Sherlock asked impatiently, "Hurry up, would you?"

"I'm afraid there's nothing more to tell," Melina said, shaking her head. "That's all I know."

"Thank you, Melina," John said. "We'll see what we can do to help." He showed her out and sat down across from Sherlock.

"Well?" he asked. "What do you think?"

"John, I think this is a problem for the Americans," Sherlock said.

"You don't have anything else to do," John pointed out. Sherlock glared murderously at him but didn't say anything. "I'll start packing," John said decisively.


Should I continue this? I'd like to know what you all think.