Chapter 2

Dad didn't sign my detention slip. Instead he opted to light it on fire and put it out in his can of aqueous humor. "You aren't going to show up for that detention. In fact as far as I'm concerned you might as well not show up to school for the rest of the year." He said this as he was getting ready to go help Greg with some case halfway across the city. Uncle John sympathetically patted me on the shoulder. I wasn't sure if I was happy about the detention thing or pissed because I felt school was a thing I needed. "We'll be home before midnight. Don't move anything. Have Mrs. Hudson fix you a dinner." And with that parting shot he tied his scarf and bounded down the stairs with Uncle John following.

I went downstairs to Mrs. Hudson's flat and told her my dad was going out. She almost threw a fit when she found out he was leaving me here alone. She was going out with the restaurant manager from downstairs and couldn't make me dinner. I didn't have the heart to tell her that he was gay. On her way out she told me that one day she would call the child welfare service on my dad. I'm pretty sure that wouldn't go over very well.

Back upstairs I decided to try and do English homework, but it was so mind numbingly dull that I couldn't help but throw it out the window. Twenty minutes later there was a police car parked at my door. I could hear arguing outside and then the door flew open. "Grey get your coat. Lestrade thinks that it is inappropriate to leave an 8 year old home alone." I watched as Uncle John, Greg, Dad, Anderson and Donovan trooped up the stairs.

"Did you really need to bring a whole army? I can handle myself just fine, thank-you very much." Anderson and Donovan exchanged scowls and a couple of words regarding my dad. My dad said something about them being comparable to a couple of apes with driver licenses.

"It can be considered irresponsible of not only Sherlock, but me to leave you alone where things can happen. It's even worse that I know because now we need to do something about it. You need an adult with you." Greg was really getting on my nerves. Anderson and Donovan were in the kitchen looking through dad's experiments. He yelled at them when they came close to the aqueous humor containing my detention. I think it would be better if they didn't find out about that.

"What are you going to do then? Take me to the crime scene? I'm sure Anderson would love that." I think I got scowls from everyone but dad who seemed to be laughing. Greg shook his head and said something along the lines of that being unethical. Then my dad got a look on his face. It was the "I'm going to say something brilliant" look. "He's going to come with us to the crime scene. I could use a better partner analyst than Anderson and, no offense John, but Grey's better at this than you are."

"None taken." Although it looked like Uncle John was a little offended. I didn't blame him. I would be too.

Anderson and Donovan looked at Greg. "You aren't going to actually let him do this? He's a kid; he'll mess up the crime scene. Did I mention that he is a kid and isn't qualified as a forensics investigator like me? I can just tolerate Sherlock, but a kid?!" Greg looked doubtful.

"I bet that Mrs. Anderson wasn't too happy about you coming home after midnight last night. Or that you weren't at the bar like you said, but with Ms. Donovan." He looked like he would come up and smack me himself if there hadn't been three neutral adults in the room.

"I did not!" He managed to stammer out while Donovan stood there with a blatantly obvious blush. "Lestrade are you going to let him do this?"

"Well it seems that he just proved he's just as capable as his father. I don't see why not as long as you don't mess anything up. And try to keep your manners in check." I almost beamed as I ran to get my coat from the closet.

Anderson gave me the death look as we all walked outside and into the police car. Dad looked like he could be no prouder of me. And well Greg looked like he wanted to puke.