"You have to get rid of him, it's one thing to have one but it's another to keep it."

"He's just a child!"

"None the less your interfering with mortal affairs, by keeping him."

"I'm not going to give him back if he's going to be treated like every other child that goes through the system!"

"Be reasonable, even if you do keep him. How are you going to raise him in the underworld? Besides at this rate you're going to deny him the ability to live like any other demigod. So stop being selfish and think about the child if your that worried about it."

"…"

"Take him back to the mortal world, give him to the mortals and let them take care of him. When he turns of age you can claim him. "

"...Fine"

It's a dark chilly night, there's not much going on as midnight is starting to come around. Baker St. is a calm place during the night, mainly for the fact that the police station isn't too busy since most families are fast asleep from a thanksgiving meal. While the air was crisp and the taste of distant snow lingered about, was the only reason that most people were off the street.

Most people.

There was at least one person out.

This shadow of a person is walking down the street , it's hard to tell but it was carrying something. As the sound of shoes hitting the side walk become louder and closer to police station, the street lights finally shine on him revealing a man in a dark suit with a winter coat and hat on that hid his face from view. In his arms, a child wrapped in a blanket was fast asleep. Walking up to the police building, the camera was focused on this odd sight. The man at the desk, bored and in wonder on who was going past their building controlled the camera with a click of a mouse. But instead of this man going past the building like many others, he got a confused look as he watched this covered man set the wrapped child on the step of their building.

"Hey!" he shouted as Lucas, the cop, jumped up from his chair and ran out from behind the desk he was stationed at. Calling for the others in the back, he didn't expect them to come so quickly and darted out the door. But as they crashed to a stop on their step of their precinct all that was left was a bundle on the ground. The adult seemed to have simply disappeared.

"Someone contact CPS," one officer said as he turned focus on the child size bundle and removed the blanket that was covering it's face. Opening it up he was allowed a view of a still sleeping boy with brown and white hair with light beige skin. "Johnson call the chief, it's the missing boy," he said as he shook the child lightly only to have it grunt and try to cover his face as he slept.

While it was a struggle to wake the child it wasn't long until the chief was in the office while the boy sat on a bench eating chicken nuggets and holding a bear. Dark hazel eyes watched the covered windows of the office as he ate silently. It was a relief to the officers that the child arrived unharmed, after all the child had been missing for a week after the murder of his mother. He was a bit dirty, as any boy would be at his age, though the dark dust that was on his face and clothes remained a mystery like the coin necklace that hung around a neck. But none the less the child was safe, the murder locked up and the CPS was on their way with hopes to learn where the child had been at for the past week and bring his kidnapper to justice.