"So how are your A levels going?" Charlotte's friend Shea Webber asked when Charlotte and all her friends were eating lunch at school the following week.

"Rough. I get so much homework." Ryan Marx replied.

"Me too." Lynn Roberts added.

"Yeah, three science A levels was a bad idea." Lynn's twin Logan said.

"How about you Charly?" Ryan asked.

"Mine are interesting. I'm keeping up with the homework too." Charlotte said.

"Yeah coming from the child prodigy that doesn't mean much." Lynn said jokingly.

"You all know perfectly well that I was not a child prodigy." Charlotte replied. "I was just really advanced."

"Still are, Miss Fluent In Three Languages and Taking Four A Levels." Shea said.

"Cuatro idiomas. Inglés, francés, alemán y español." Charlotte replied with a smile.

"No need to rub it in." Logan said.

"Are you guys coming to the first game of the season?" Charlotte asked.

"Of course!" Lynn cried. "We wouldn't miss it for the world!"

"We may or may not have made signs." Shea added.

"I wouldn't expect any less of you." Charlotte said as the bell rang. "Well, off to hell, I mean class!"

"I'll walk with you to class Charly." Ryan said.

"Okay."

As Charlotte and Ryan got up to leave for Maths Charlotte caught a look from Shea. Charlotte just ignored it and walked to Maths with Ryan. When they arrived to class and took their seats closest to the window Charlotte saw that she had a text from Shea.

You know that he totally likes you right?

Why are you so obsessed with Ryan and I?

Because I know things. He's totally going to ask you out.

Class is starting, I'll talk to you later.

You can't avoid the truth!

Math class was the last class of the day and it seemed to drag on forever. Charlotte found herself daydreaming more than once as the teacher droned on and on about factorials. Class was just about to end and everyone was working silently on their homework, hoping to finish it before the end of class. Charlotte was so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice the phone ring or the teacher calling her name until Ryan elbowed her in the gut.

"What?" Charlotte asked looking up.

"Coach Robson wants to see you after the bell." Charlotte's maths professor said.

"Oh, okay. Thank you." Charlotte replied as the bell rang.

"Why do you think Coach wants to talk to you?" Ryan asked as they walked out of class and stopped at Charlotte's locker.

"I'm not sure. We don't have practice today." Charlotte replied putting her books in her bag.

"I know, I have rugby practice today." Ryan replied. "Well I guess we'll find out."

Charlotte and Ryan joined the procession of students that were leaving the school but instead of heading out the front doors they look a right in the lobby and went to the gym and the lockers. Ryan went off to the change rooms and Charlotte went to the office and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Coach Robson called.

"Hi Coach. You wanted to see me?" Charlotte said opening the door.

"Ah yes, Charlotte. Please sit down." Coach Robson said indicating to the chair on the other side of his desk.

Coach Robson was one of the youngest teachers at the school. When he left school he played for the Oxford University Rugby team with a full scholarship and was one of the best players during his time there. His name was still well known in the university sports world. When he finished his schooling there he decided to teach and coach sports.

"I got a call from the field hockey coach at Oxford and they are very interested in you." Coach Robson started. "I sent them your records and they were very impressed with your grades and the A levels your taking. They are seriously considering giving you a full scholarship into their school."

"Seriously?" Charlotte asked dumbfounded. "I haven't even started sending out applications."

"No they just heard about you through the grape vine I guess." Coach Robson replied. "But they're Psychology program is amazing and I know that's what you want to take."

"What do I have to do?" Charlotte asked.

"Coach McFee is coming to see you play next week. This is how you know they are serious. Usually they send a representative, not the actual coach." Coach Robson said. "I know this is probably a lot to take in but this is huge for you. All you have to do is play the way I know you can play."

"This is the last thing I was expecting to hear when I came here." Charlotte replied.

"I know, it's a lot. Just do what you do best." Coach Robson said.

"Thanks Coach."

The entire way home Charlotte couldn't stop thinking about what Coach Robson had said to her. She wasn't sure if she was nervous or excited. Oxford is arguably the best school in the country and even the chance to be accepted on a full scholarship is amazing. But at the same time she was feeling all the pressure that there would be from Sherlock to get the scholarship. Charlotte was in such a trance that she didn't notice the two men following her when she got off the bus. She unlocked the door to 221B and walked inside. She was about to go upstairs when she heard the door open again behind her.

"Who are you?" Charlotte asked turning around.

"Where's the flash drive." The taller man said.

"I think you might have the wrong person." Charlotte said slowly as she backed towards the stairs.

"I'll ask you again. Where is the flash drive?" The man said again taking a step towards Charlotte.

"Listen mister, I have no idea what you are talking about and I think you should probably leave."

The two men looked at each other and nodded. The shorter man pulled a knife from his back pocket and lunged towards Charlotte. Charlotte, having the quick reflexes she does, moved to the side but just wasn't quick enough for the man and received a small cut on her cheek.

"Oh now it is on." She growled feeling the cut on her cheek.

It was the taller man's turn to lunge towards Charlotte. Charlotte quickly ducked out of the way then kicked the man's feet out from under him. The man fell with a thud and hit his head against the stairs knocking him out. By this time the shorter man had recovered and made another attempt at getting Charlotte. Charlotte grabbed his wrist and flipped him onto the ground. Charlotte could hear footsteps coming down the stairs and the door to Mrs. Hudson's kitchen opening.

"What is all this noise?" Mrs. Hudson said opening her door. "Oh dear."

"It's okay Mrs. Hudson, everything is fine." Charlotte replied.

"Oh dear, I'm going back inside." Mrs. Hudson sighed walking back into her flat.

"What happened?" John asked as Sherlock knocked out the short man.

"I don't really know." Charlotte replied looking around at the scene she had caused.

"Come upstairs." John said. "Sherlock,"

"Already done. Lestradge is on his way." Sherlock replied putting his phone back in his pocket.

Sherlock, Charlotte and John all went upstairs into the kitchen. John forced Charlotte into a chair and began examining her as Sherlock began questioning her.

"What were they asking?" Sherlock said pacing around the kitchen.

"Something about a flash drive. I didn't know what they were talking about." Charlotte replied as John took out his doctor's kit.

"And you didn't notice them following you?"

"No, I had my mind on other things."

"First mistake. Always be away. Never have your head in the clouds. First rule of being a private investigator."

"Sherlock." John said sternly. "Leave her be. She's just been through a bit of a trauma and I have to look at that cut."

"Ow!" Charlotte cried as John touched the cut with his gloved hand.

"Sorry honey, but I have to look at it." John said.

"Okay we're here." Lestradge said coming into the kitchen, followed by a few other officers Charlotte didn't recognize. "What happened and why are there two full grown unconscious men downstairs?"

"I think Charly better explain." John said.

Charlotte retold her story of the men following her into the building and attacking her and everything they said. When she finished Lestradge, Sherlock and John were all looking at each other with the same worried look.

"What? What is it?" Charlotte asked.

"Sherlock, John, with me." Lestradge said gesturing to the living room. "Roberts, look at Charly's cut."

A man wearing a paramedic jacket came over and sat in front of Charlotte to look at her cut while her dads and Lestradge were discussing something in the living room. Every now and then Charlotte would hear something like, "But that's impossible!" or "How did this happen?" Eventually, Charlotte got so frustrated that she pushed herself away from the paramedic and stormed into the living room.

"Is anyone going to tell me what's going on?" Charlotte demanded, her cut half bandaged.

"Charlotte, you wouldn't understand." Sherlock replied brushing her off.

"No. I'm the one with a big gash in my face because of this and it obviously has something to do with a case you are working on so I demand to know what is going on." Charlotte said stubbornly.

"I see she gets that from Sherlock." Lestradge muttered to John.

"Can you see why they butt heads all the time now?" John muttered back. "Okay Charlotte, sit down."

"The case we were working on was the murder of a young male. In about his mid 30's. Except this was no ordinary male." John started as Charlotte sat down.

"Who was he?" Charlotte asked.

"Anthony James Finnigan. He works with the government in the weapons department." Lestradge said. "They were in the middle of developing top secret weapons and all the plans were on a flash drive, which he was in the middle of transporting when he was murdered."

"Luckily, they didn't find it. Finnigan had a feeling he was being followed and hid the flash drive before they got to him and he left us a bit of a note so we could find it. We found the guy who murdered Finnigan and it looked like it was a one man job. There was no connection to any other criminal activity, no gangs, we have literally never heard of the guy." John said.

"But now with this we think that we might have the wrong guy, or he is connected to something." Lestradge said.

"So why did they target me?" Charlotte asked.

"Clearly they have people watching us. They knew we had the flash drive and they knew Charlotte was our daughter." Sherlock said looking out of the window.

"I think we're going to have to go down to the station and get this placed checked for bugs." Lestradge said.

"Can I get the gash in my face fixed first?" Charlotte asked. "I mean, I like having a cut face as much as the next person, but I don't."

"I'll fix it once we get to the station." John replied.

"You know Charly, I'm pretty impressed that you can take down two full grown men and escape with nothing but a cut." Lestradge said.

"Guess those Tai Kwan Do lessons I was forced to take as a kid paid off." Charlotte replied walking out of the room.

"Definitely you're father's daughter." Lestradge laughed following her out.