Wow this already has more reviews than one of my other stories and that has one more chapter than this, well not now since I'm posting another chapter, then they'll be the same. I just posted the second chapter today well its 12:08 now so I think it was yesterday. Any who I just wanted to try and post another chapter before I go away for a week and am not able to have this kind of internet. Well I hope you like this chapter. See ya.

Sherlock sat in the headmaster's office; he's been sitting there for hours now, and was watching his brother quietly talk with the head of the school. He had to admit it was very amusing.

"Let me speak with him Lestrade," Mycroft said very softly to his boss. "That's all I want to do."

Lestrade pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "No Mycroft he is in very big trouble and is facing a big suspension. The science lab is covered in frog guts it's going to take days to get that cleaned out, get the ceiling tiles fixed, and then a lot longer for the smell to go away. He is not going to leave my office till we can find out how long to punish him and your parents get here," he told him.

"My parents aren't coming sir," Mycroft told him. "I thought I would tell you that. So let me just have a short talk with him outside."

"I said no Mycroft. I am your boss and you will obey my orders," Lestrade said. Mycroft gave him a look, and Sherlock, who could hear everything, laughed. Lestrade sighed and turned to a random piece of paper on his desk trying his best not to look embarrassed. "Fine, you have ten minutes."

Mycroft nodded and turned to his younger brother. "Let's go," he said.

Sherlock turned his head. "I quite like this chair, I don't think I want to get off it anytime soon," he said with a small smile gracing his lips.

Mycroft stared him down before saying quickly, "Sherlock now."

Sherlock rolled his eyes but stood up anyway. "Fine."

They walked out of the office and to the middle of the courtyard in silence. "Sherlock, tell me why did you do it?" was all Mycroft asked when they were alone.

Sherlock thought for a reason he could give his brother. "I was bored," he said smoothly. "And when you have certain chemicals and a frog at your disposal one must work quickly."

Mycroft resisted the urge to rub his face in frustration. "I'm going to ask Lestrade not to suspend you even if you deserve it. I know you would get in more trouble if you had that much free time on your hands," he told him.

"I know," he mumbled ignoring the rest of his sentence.

Mycroft nodded. "I think if you were forced to help clean up the mess in science lab c that would be good," he said looking at his younger brother. "I'm sorry they aren't coming." He knew his parents had a good reason not to come, but he was worried about how his brother would react to them leaving him to fend for himself. Apparently they forgot about him.

Sherlock looked up at his brother and shook his head. "Why would I care if they come to defend me or not?" he asked. "I don't need them here, they would be completely useless."

Mycroft smiled a little at how rebellious Sherlock was being. He opened his mouth and was about to say something when someone ran into his and almost knocked him over. He recovered neatly and turned to find John getting up off the ground. The teenager apologized and Mycroft told him to be careful and the boy ran away.

"Come on Sherlock," Mycroft said turning back to the other. "Lestrade would want you back now."

Sherlock watched as the other boy ran to his next class. He was pretty sure he was the boy who had that girl in his clearing. He thought it was weird that he would see a guy he never seen before in his life twice in a span of twenty four hours. He shook himself free of that thought and just followed his brother back to the headmaster's office.

Lestrade agreed to not suspend him and just make him clean up the science lab, like both of them knew he would, and told him not to do it again. Although he did tell Mycroft Sherlock needed to be properly punished like all the other kids, of course that's what he always said when Sherlock got in trouble. It was a bad habit of his to listen to Mycroft and let him practically run the school.

Sherlock pulled his coat tighter around him as the cold winter air pounded him as he tried to make his way to the science lab. He finally made it there and entered the warmer room. 'Only my fingers are frostbitten,' he thought to himself bitterly. "I'm here to help," he announced to the small crew that were working away at the dried frog guts on the wall.

One guy turned around from what he was doing and handed him a scraper. "I'm going to believe you're Sherlock Holmes. Just start scraping that wall and when you're done sweep everything up and put it into this garbage bag," he explained and went right back to work.

Sherlock rolled his neck and just started his wall. After an hour of working he was halfway done with his one wall. He straightened his school tie and wiped his forehead. He placed the scraper back onto the wall when he heard something on the radio.

"…all the police found was the women's purse at the edge of the forest. They will continue their search focusing on the area the purse was found. There will be more news on the matter right after this… Have you ever been in the dumps…"

Sherlock stopped listening after that. He thought over the facts he had about the case and cursed himself for not having enough. For the rest of the time he was scraping away at the wall all he thought about was the missing girl and where she could be. When he was done for the day he had many theories but none of them could be confirmed without all the facts.

That night he sat on his bed thinking about what he could do to get more facts. He couldn't go to the police to see what they were hiding from the public, they would just shoo him away like he was some baby. He couldn't go to the girl's parents; they would most likely do the same or shout at him for meddling in their business. He could go talk to the boyfriend, which might help a little he most likely would get much out of him. He could also go search through the woods for her; he might do that after he talked with the boyfriend.

The next day when he walked in class Anderson glared at him. "What are you doing here Holmes? I thought you were suspended," he told him quietly as he passed.

"Well sir," Sherlock started, "the headmaster told me all I had to do was manual labor and I could keep coming to class. Not that I need to come to class," he mumbled the last part.

Anderson turned away and started frantically writing on the board. "Stupid headmaster, not disciplining the kids good enough. When I went to school here I got suspended for slamming my rooms' door," he mumbled angrily.

It's always good to make Anderson mad and mumble to himself. I would try to do it every day if I ever met him, or someone like him. Well I don't know why I wrote two chapters in one, well almost one, day but I did and the last time I did this it wasn't a good chapter but oh well, I wrote it and now I'm going to post it. BYE!