Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any of the shows character's I'm just borrowing them for the time being

"The glove?"

"Yes Lestrade"

"But it's just a bloody glove! It touches everything! I know you're the best Sherlock, but the glove?"

Sherlock Holmes sighed and ran his hand through his hair, since John was picking up milk at the Tesco, he was stuck dealing with the incompetent D.I.

"Lestrade, the glove is left handed, it's small so the person had to have been either a child or a small woman. Slight traces of charcoal on the finger tips, almost undetectable, so the glove has been washed. The thumb has been worn, as if the person bites it out of habit, there's also some dead skin on the palm, the person has dandruff. The glove smells of children's detangler , so unless the woman rubs her hands on her offspring's head through out the day, I'm guessing, child. A female around the age of eleven, from the biting, and the pinkness of the glove."

"Brilliant!"

Sherlock turned to see his flat mate with a plastic bag in his right hand and a grin of admiration on his face, Lestrade gaped at Sherlock, and then just shook his head, knowing full well he would never understand the consulting detective.

"So you made it John? I thought you would be gone longer."

John nodded," I was planning on being longer" he scratched his head in thought," but I had to know what happened to the person who was kidnapped"

Sherlock nodded in full understanding, John hated not knowing what was going on.

"So why did you say charcoal?" Lestrade picked up the glove," why would charcoal be important Sherlock?"

He paused and looked at the glove again. He ran the data through his head, like a song on constant replay…..wait SONG!

"John look up recent concerts that had special flame effects in the area, and do it quickly!"

Lestrade frowned as John began his search. "What does that have to do with any of this Sherlock?"

The consulting detective sighed and began to explain. " The girl disappeared in a large crowed, but even in a crowed someone notices, so they had to have had there attention on something else. So a concert would have been a great place to kidnap a small seven year old girl, and what band played near here just yesterday?"

Sherlock took the phone from John right as the band name came up.

" The Black Widows*"

Lestrade looked impressed. " How did you get all that from a glove?"

Sherlock smiled," It was elementary my good man, simply elementary"

* The black widows are my OC band, all band members + songs do not exist

" That was very clever Sherlock"

Sherlock rolled his eyes and turned his head towards his blond blogger. "It wasn't clever John, I was just being observant. It was quite obvious after I figured out the band name."

John huffed, " Well the rest of us aren't geniuses

Sherlock grinned at the word, he loved it when John called him a genius.

" Don't make me into a hero John"

" I'm not Sherlock"

"Good"