Sherlock stood across the dirt road from his parents house. Oh how he hated having to ask them for help, but he didn't want to waste any of his money on something so expensive and would probably end up in a pawn shop.

He sighed as he began walking towards the gate. All of a sudden he stopped just outside the gate. Something didn't feel right. The air surrounding him felt dense. His ribs and stomach started to hurt, as if someone had hit him with a bat. Something bad was going to happen, he could feel it. It was like his mind was telling him that if he went forward with this plan, then something painful was going to happen. Since he didn't know what was going to happen, he shrugged it off, and walked forward.

When Sherlock reached the door, he knocked four times and rang the doorbell once.

When the door swung open he was greeted by slightly over-weight woman. "Sherly!"

"Hello Mother," Sherlock greeted as he stepped past her.

"We haven't seen you in months," Mrs. Holmes stated.

"I've been working," Sherlock dismissed.

"What brings you here today?" Mr. Holmes asked as he walked into the room.

"I need Grandma's engagement ring," Sherlock said.

"Oh," Mrs. Holmes blushed. "You've found a girl and you want to marry her."

Sherlock groaned, "No, Mother. I need it for the case I'm working on. I promise that you'll get it back."

"Why do you need an engagement ring then?" Mr. Holmes asked.

"I need it so I can get into a criminal's office. I've been 'dating' his secretary for awhile in order to gain her trust. If I have the ring, I can get into the office to get what I need," Sherlock explained.

Mr. Holmes sighed. He hated it when Sherlock took advantage of people's feelings. "I'll go look for the ring. Just remember-"

Sherlock cut him off. "You don't like when I take advantage of someone and meddle with their feelings. You tell me every time."

Mr. Holmes walked out of the room and went to look for the ring.

"Why don't you sit down and make yourself comfortable, sweetie," Mrs. Holmes offered. "It's going to take a while for your father to find that ring. I'll get you some tea."

Sherlock walked into the sitting room and sat down on the couch. He looked over at the TV. Both his parents had been watching the original Doctor Who series. It was an episode with the fourth Doctor.

There it was again that feeling in the air and pain from the invisible baseball bat. Before Sherlock had a chance to think about, his mother came in holding two cups of tea.

"Just how you like it," Mrs. Holmes said as she handed Sherlock his tea.

He took a sip, and cringed at the taste. Even his favorite kind of tea tasted horrible.

"Something wrong, Sherly?" Mrs. Holmes asked as she watched Sherlock.

Sherlock set his cup of tea down. "No."

"I know when something's bothering you, so spill," Mrs. Holmes pushed.

"I just have a lot on my mind," Sherlock stated.

"You always have a lot on your mind," Mrs. Holmes pointed out.

Sherlock tilted his head back and groaned. She was going to make him talk and open up about himself.

"It doesn't concern you or Dad. I'm just trying to figure out a plan to get some important files back for a client," Sherlock said. "That's all you need to know and that's all I can tell you."

"Why must you always do dangerous things?" Mrs. Holmes.

"If I didn't do what I do, I'd either be living on the streets, in prison, or dead," Sherlock replied. He didn't want to tell his mother that he enjoyed seeing dead bodies and facing criminals. That would make her more upset and more worried. Plus if he told her, then she would insist that he stay.

"Don't get hurt," Mrs. Holmes warned.

Sherlock grinned. "I won't."

Mr. Holmes walked into the sitting room and handed Sherlock the ring. "I don't approve of this."

Sherlock took the ring and stood up. "Don't worry you'll get the ring back."

With that said he left his parents house and walked down the dirt road, back toward the city.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter. More chapters to come