"You two are still here?" Came the disbelieved voice of Lestrade as he walked into the room along with Donovan. At this time John was sitting next to Sherlock, on the bedside of the young boy with a book in his hand while both Sherlock and the boy had a chess table out. The pieces were in mismatched places and John couldn't tell who was winning at this point but it looked like the young boy was surviving better than most people. Still Sherlock won the whole three times that they played, but the boy was surprisingly getting further for a boy his age. Sherlock picked up a piece to move it forward. "Yes. There is no reason for us to leave." Sherlock simply said and the boy smiled faintly as he didn't want anyone else except John and Sherlock to see that he had smiled. The dark haired male saw this and was honestly confused by it than finding it cute or flattering.

"Probably because you two shouldn't be around a trauma victim. Good God what you could of done to him." Donovan stated and Lestrade sighed. Turning to look over at the woman he gave her a look that he wasn't impressed with her response. The only reason he brought her here was for the questions that they were going to ask. Better do it in a hospital just in case some of the events trigger something in him. Lestrade thought, but if Donovan was just going to cause trouble he could try with just himself. The man then started to walk over to the child to set an arm on the boy's shoulder. Both the boy and John looked up at him to see what was going on then Lestrade finally sighed. "Hugh. Can we ask you a few questions? It's about the murder."

The boy's eyes widen and he looked frozen. Lestrade would of thought that something was wrong if the child didn't turn to look down at the chess pieces. Reaching over to touch the glass piece and knocking off Sherlock's knight. Quickly grabbing the knight between his fingers. Letting the smooth black paint calm himself down as he did the mundane. Repetition was a way to calm someone down and that was what he needed the most now when he had no one to care for him like a mother. The boy thought as he lowered and softened his eyes. He had no one. He repeated once to himself as he briefly thought this was a vacation as he played and talked to Sherlock and John. They were nice…Letting him for just a moment forget about what happened. Forget everything. Squeezing the piece beneath his small hands he nodded just as Lestrade was about to call the questions off.

"I'm going to have to talk about it one way or another." Hugh said with a faint laugh and upon hearing that John had stood up to touch Hugh's arm. Gently rubbing the boy's arm as he looked down at the dark haired male holding the chess piece like it was his mother's finger. Just twelve years old. John thought to himself as he couldn't imagine loosing everyone in his family at this time in his life. He is just a child that now has to deal with a new and lonely world. A world that was just ripped away from him because of one incident. John could relate to the boy and frankly would have been handling Lestrade differently. Being taken out of the war, the only thing that he knew to love, just to be placed in a world that was just him and a room. If it wasn't for Sherlock…it would have been a very dull and depressing life…as he turned to look over at the dark haired man that was watching the child.

Sherlock surprisingly understood the boy just as much as John. He could tell that John was thinking that the boy was going through something similar that John had went to but what Sherlock was thinking in the back of his mind was that he also knew what the boy was feeling like. Living in a world where he was all alone. The years that he lived without John, without his friends, without his life that he loved so much was the dullest, depressing time of his life. Ripped away from the world just because of…Some. Bad. Guy.

"My father just got home from work. My brothers and I just got home from school. Lily and Jane were downstairs with my mom as she was cooking dinner. Everything was fine as in my brothers and I were playing video games…I got to play winner. Sorry for the details but I'm trying to remember everything exactly…" Hugh stated as he was looking over to the window as he was spacing out, remembering what was happening in exact detail. "Today was odd though for my father. For the past months he just got home from work and didn't speak to any of us. He would just drink. But today was different as he was happy for once. He was dancing with Lily in his arms while my mom held Jane. My mom just called us downstairs for dinner was ready and that's when there were noises. Footsteps I suspect now because it sounded like a guy. Roughly tall, muscular was walking from coming out the downstairs bathroom. There was a scream from my mother as she was…the first one hit." Hugh was saying at a normal pace but after saying his last sentence he breathed out slowly. Catching his breath and remembering what happened to him. It was helpful though…the doctor's hand on his arm. He felt like…it was OK to repeat this…

"So I ran to a different room because I knew that something was going to happen. A sickening feeling. But then it was Jane. Then Lily. But he stopped with dad. They talked. Well yelled at each other but I can't make out the words…My brother were screaming so loudly because there was another guy that got in from the window. They took off running from the room to go downstairs while I just panicked. I was in a room with nothing to protect myself and no phone. Besides without the sound of a gunshot they wouldn't of come any quicker to protect myself. So I ran. I ran back into my room where the guy was gone because he chased after my brothers so I went behind the tipped over bed and to the trap door. I hit my head on the side as I pulled the latch down."

"And that's where I found you?" John questioned and Hugh had nodded as he turned up to look at the doctor. "Yeah. I stayed down there for three days because I didn't know if the guys had left or not. " Lestrade nodded as he turned to Donovan who had wrote down the story of the kid as he spoke and then he turned to look at the kid. "That was very good. You did much better than I expected you to do. But now here are some questions. Do you think you will be up to it? These might be harder or easier for you. Depending. Are you up for it?" Lestrade asked and Hugh nodded.

"Just get them over with." He repeated and Sherlock smiled slightly at the boy. Hugh was smart to get these questions just done with rather than holding information to himself. "You didn't see these men, correct?" "No. I just heard their footsteps. I can say they were big men and that is about it. Although…one was angry; the one that went after my brothers while the other seemed…like a psychopath…or something. His footsteps were off like he was going to come a dance. He was dancing…" Hugh repeated and Donovan copied the words down. "I know that doesn't help much but I was…scared." John looked down at the child and continued to rub his shoulder to let him know that it was OK…

"Being scared makes you loose important detail. Those emotions will get in the way and let the killers murder someone else. " Sherlock said bluntly and Hugh looked up at the man while everyone else in the room glared at him.

"How can you say that? You need to just get out of here. You shouldn't of been in here the first place." Donovan commented and John just put his hands in the air like he gave up on Sherlock again. "Sherlock, Anyone-." "I wasn't scared of the killers." Hugh stated in his shy voice as he stared at the other male. "I was scared that I would have to see everyone dead." He whispered and looked down at his hands as Sherlock moved a piece on the puzzle. "Just a life lesson. " Sherlock said and Hugh nodded.

"The man's name was Jerry. That was what my dad yelled out at the guy. The other was Blaine." Sherlock then leaned forward to pat Hugh's head…The dark haired boy blinked confusingly as then he realized. The insult was to make Hugh angry…angry to the point that he wanted to remember something distinctive about their traits. Something they could go on. That was…brilliant. Hugh thought for a moment before Sherlock turned to look over at Lestrade. "What did you want from me?" Sherlock questioned and Lestrade reached into his pocket to pull out a piece of paper with blood on it.

"This was found in the dead boy's mouth. The one we thought was Hugh." He stated and Sherlock opened it to see that it was blank. Then he flipped it over again and again to see that there was nothing but blood on it. "It's old style paper." He commented simple as he took Hugh's drink from before he started his story. Dipping his fingers in he dabbed the water on the paper. Slowly having black ink some to the surface. "What does it say?" John questioned just when Sherlock's eyes widen. Grabbing the boy and John he pulled them both to the ground while yelling, "Get down!" As he did so there was a loud bang. He pushed Hugh and John on to the floor while Donovan and Lestrade hit the ground. A huge explosion just put the building on fire while the piece of paper with the writing flapped in Sherlock's hands.

I will see to it that every last Cabret is dead.