The teacher let them do improvised acting the rest of the lesson. John was up for it, Sherlock, however, didn't see the point. "Ebony? Your dad obviously isn't a good one is he?" Thomas Moriarty said, walking towards them while his father was talking to two other parents.

"He won't even join in with your work? My dad does. HE is so much be-" Ebony lunged for Thomas and grabbed his hair. Thomas screamed, punched her in the eye, and people looked round just as Ebony knocked him to the ground, straddled him and punched him as he repeatedly kicked her back. John pulled her off him and Sherlock helped hold her back as she struggled against them both.

"You DARE talk about my father like that! At least he isn't a criminal! At least he didn't just steal Mrs Benedict's purse!" Ebony screamed. In the corner of her eye she saw James Moriarty drop the purse and pick it up, give it to Ayana's mum and whisper something in her ear. The woman smiled and nodded. All the parents were staring at John, Sherlock and Ebony as the dragged her out side. Not before she got a good kick in to Thomas. He screeched in pain as his dad rushed to him. The drama teacher shook his head as they passed too. Once outside in the sun, Sherlock was about to open his mouth and tell his daughter off for attacking the boy when, conveniently, his phone rang and he held up a finger and answered the phone. Ebony looked up at John, sadness was evidentially in her eyes. John was about to talk to her when Sherlock came off the phone. "It was Lestrade. Murder investigation time." Both of the Holmes' smiled and Ebony got up.

"Where to?" She asked. John turned round to her and said,

"Your staying here. And-"

"So are we. It was here. There are police cars in the field. Let's go you two." Sherlock told John. He walked past the teacher, followed by Ebony and John who quickly said,

"Family emergency." And hurried after the Holmes'.

"Oh my god." Ebony said as she saw the mangled body, she gagged at the disgusting sight. John came up behind her and pulled her into his arms as she nearly threw up. When she finally could stand the sight, she came out of his embrace and sighed. This person must have been through torture. The face was burnt and bloody, Long dark hair tangled with blood dried in it, there was a stab wound in the chest and the left arm was torn off with bone sticking out.

"Who was that?" John asked Lestrade who was now walking up to them. Sherlock was already busy making fun of Anderson.

"Iva Jennie Andrews. Killed 15 minutes ago during P.E. She went too far off while the class was doing cross-country running and next minute a teacher heard a kid scream she was dead. Should Ebony really be seeing this?" He asked John in a low whisper. Ebony went over to join Sherlock and Anderson's conversation.

"Well, if I had my way then she would still be in class right now but Sherlock lets her come and he's her dad so I can't do anything about it." John sighed. There were multiple gasps and sobs from behind them and every officer, investigator and detective spun round. There were children, teachers and parents from all over the school looking upon the scene from windows, the courts and the end of the field. The bell for second period had gone and they hadn't known. Lestrade turned to Sherlock and Anderson and mouthed a quick 'hide Ebony and cover the body'. She couldn't be seen by her classmates at the scene of a murder, how much abuse would she get from her class mates and teachers who had liked this poor, dead girl? Anderson and Sherlock moved together reluctantly and one of the techies covered Iva's body.

"IVA!" A woman screamed. She ran past Lestrade, knocked past Anderson, Sherlock and Ebony and cried over the body. A techie was trying to pull the woman away when Ebony shook her head and went over to the woman.

"I am so sorry Mrs Andrews, so very sorry. I will do everything in mine and my fathers power to find the person who did this to your daughter and I will personally bring him to justice. I promise you that." She said to the woman as she knelt down next t her. Mrs Andrews wiped her puffy red eyes.

"You're that Holmes girl? Iva spoke about you, how you didn't have any friends and were picked on. I am would be forever grateful if you could fulfil your promise and would be forever in your debt." The older woman's voice was husky as she started to sob again. Ebony hugged her close and let her cry on her shoulder as tears leaked from Ebony's always-dry eyes. If that ever happened to Dad or John, she thought, I wouldn't be able to bear it. This poor woman, loosing a daughter must be so hard, how would Dad react if it was me instead of Iva? Would he be conducting the usual experiments and trying as hard as he will be on this case? Or would be harder or less hard? Would he be bothered a great amount? John would. He cares so much and doesn't even realise. The police officers on looking the scene of this young girl comforting someone who could be her mum for all she knew, were touched.