Suddenly a loud piercing stream of light exploded in her face, blinded by its brightness. Feeling unhappy with her sleep Scarlett moaned for more sleep, but the devilish light of the sun begged for justice to win over her. She tried to open his eyes, adjusting to the dim bedroom light. She notices her father's bed was empty. She got up from her bed and notices a note and some bills on the table. She picks up the note and started reading it.

Went to Henry's,

Go buy something to eat.

And no you can't drink.

SH

Scarlett sighs and put down the note. She took a quick shower, put on some makeup, and wore her long black sleeve shirt, leather jacket, tight jeans, and blue converse. She grabbed the money from the table and left the room. She decided to go checkup John to see if he was alright, she knock on his door but there was no answer.

"John?" she yelled, but there was still no answer. She shrugged and went to the dining area. She took an empty table and was looking through the menu, "Morning Scarlett," said Gary as he set down a glass cup of water.

"Morning," she smiled up at him.

"What would you like to have?" he asked as he took out his notebook and pen.

"Umm… toast and sausage."

"Is that all you want?" Gary asked

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Okay, I'll bring it out in a couple minutes," he smiled at her and walked away.

"Have you seen my dad?" Scarlett yelled.

"Which one?" Gary asked.

Scarlett rolled her eyes, "The black hair one."

"He left early this morning he looked like he was in a hurry," said Gary as he went into the kitchen.

"What about John?"

"The blonde hair one? He went out 30 minutes ago."

"Have any idea where he went?" she asked as she drank her glass of water.

Gary shook his head, "No clue."

After waiting for her breakfast Scarlett started to get bored and started to observe the customers.

Married, cheating on his wife, cheating on her husband, widow, have no life….

She spotted one man walking in the Inn; he was wearing a brown jacket, black sunglasses, and had gray hair. Right away she knew who the man was.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she yelled.

The man sighs and walk toward her, "Is that how your dad taught you to greet people?"

"Lestrade, what are you doing here?" she raised a brow.

Lestrade sighs, "Vacation."

Scarlett shook her head, "Don't lie, you just came from your vacation."

Lestrade took out his sunglasses, "How did you…. Never mind. Your uncle sent me here."

"Really? Why?"

Before Lestrade could answer her question Gary put her breakfast on the table, "Here you go Scarlett."

Scarlett smiled, "Thank you."

"I don't know he just wanted me to check on you three," said Lestrade as he took a seat.

"I bet it's about my dad and John breaking in Baskerville," said Scarlett as she ate her sausage.

"They did what?" Lestrade raised his voice.

"Oops, guess I wasn't supposed to tell you that," Scarlett shrugged as if it was no deal.

"How did he do that?" Lestrade asked.

"What do you think Lestrade? His Mr. Sherlock Holmes the man who can outsmart people like you."

"Thanks," Lestrade said sarcastically.

She smiled, "You're welcome."

"So where are Sherlock and John?" Lestrade raised a brow.

"Dad went to Henry Knight's place and I have no clue where John is," said Scarlett as she drank her water.

"I thought they always go together."

Scarlett shook her head, "They had a fight last night."

"Oh… Are they…"

Scarlett cut him off, "No."

"What the hell are you doing here?" yelled a voice.

Scarlett and Lestrade turned around and saw Sherlock and John walking in to the dining area.

"Well, nice to see you too! I'm on holiday, would you believe?" Lestrade replied with a smile.

"No, I wouldn't," Sherlock raised his voice.

"Hullo, John," Lestrade greeted him.

John nodded, "Greg"

"I heard you were in the area. What are you up to? You after this Hound of Hell like on the telly?" Lestrade joked.

Sherlock looked at him with annoyance, "I'm waiting for an explanation, Inspector. Why are you here?"

"I've told you: I'm on holiday."

"You're brown as a nut. You're clearly just back from your 'holidays'."

"Yeah, well I fancied another one," said Lestrade trying to look nonchalant.

"Oh, this is Mycroft, isn't it?"

Scarlett rolled her eyes, "Dad."

"Of course it is! One mention of Baskerville and he sends down my handler to ... to spy on me incognito. Is that why you're calling yourself Greg?" Sherlock smirk.

John looked at him confused, "That's his name."

Sherlock frowned, "Really?"

Scarlett whispered, "I thought you knew."

"Yes – if you'd ever bothered to find out. Look, I'm not your handler ... and I don't just do what your brother tells me."

"Actually, you could be just the man we want."

Sherlock raised a brow, "Why?"

"Well, I've not been idle, Sherlock. I think I might have found something," said John as he shows Sherlock the sales invoice from Undershaw Meat Supplies.

"Here. Didn't know if it was relevant; starting to look like it might be. That is an awful lot of meat for a vegetarian restaurant," John pointed out.

Scarlett gave him a wide smile, "Brilliant John!"

Sherlock nodded, "Excellent."

"Nice scary inspector from Scotland Yard who can put in a few calls might come in very handy," said John as he rang the bell in the front desk.

Lestrade stared at Scarlett, "Do you think I'm nice and scary?"

Scarlett laughed and walked away with her dad.

Later, in the small Snug next to the bar, Greg is sitting at a table looking through paperwork, while Gary the manager and Billy the chef sit at the other side of the table looking at him nervously. Sherlock has poured a cup of coffee from a filter machine and is stirring it. He showily taps the drips off the spoon into the cup and then picks it up and carries it over to John and Scarlett, offering it to them.

"What's this?" John raised a brow.

"Coffee. I made coffee."

"You never make coffee," Scarlett pointed out.

"I just did. Don't you guys want it?" Sherlock asked.

John shook his head, "You don't have to keep apologizing."

Sherlock looks away with a hurt expression on his face. Scarlett went up to her dad and accepts the cup and saucer, "Thanks dad," she whispered. Sherlock gave her a quick smile and was now staring at John.

"Just accept it John," Scarlett hissed.

John relents and takes the cup and saucer, "Thanks."

Sherlock smiles happily. John takes a mouthful and frowns, "Mm. I don't take sugar…"

Scarlett also frowns, "I only take one cube."

The hurt expression comes back onto Sherlock's face as he looks away again disappointed.

"John, just drink it," Scarlett hissed as she sip her coffee slowly.

John looks at his face and feels that he has no choice but to take another drink. John looks at his face and feels that he has no choice but to take another drink.

"These records go back nearly two months!" Lestrade hollowed.

Pouting at the taste, John and Scarlett puts the cup back into the saucer and looks at Sherlock.

"That's nice. That's good," John uttered.

Scarlett nodded, "It was good dad, thanks."

"Is that when you had the idea, after the TV show went out?" Lestrade asked.

"It's me. It was me. I'm sorry, Gary – I couldn't help it. I had a bacon sandwich at Carol's wedding and one thing just led to another..." said Billy sounding anxious.

Lestrade shook his head, "Nice try."

"Look, we were just trying to give things a bit of a boost, you know? A great big dog run wild up on the moor – it was heaven-sent. It was like us having our own Loch Ness Monster," said Gary.

"Where do you keep it?" Scarlett asked.

"There's an old mineshaft. It's not too far. It was all right there."

Sherlock raised a brow, "Was?"

Gary sigh heavily, "We couldn't control the bloody thing. It was vicious. And then, a month ago, Billy took him to the vet and, er ... you know."

"It's dead?" John blurted out.

Gary and Billy nodded, "Put down."

"Yeah. No choice. So it's over."

"It was just a joke, you know."

"Yeah, hilarious!" Lestrade rose his voice as he got up and stare at them angrily, "You've nearly driven a man out of his mind," He walks out of the room. John and Scarlett follow him. Sherlock watches him go, then peers into John's coffee cup before following. John and Scarlett follow Greg across the bar and out of the pub.

"You know he's actually pleased you're here?" said John

Greg throws him a disbelieving look.

"Secretly pleased," Scarlett corrected him.

"Is he? That's nice(!) I suppose he likes having all the same faces back together. Appeals to his ... his ..." Lestrade scratch his head trying to find the right word to say.

"Asperger's?" John finished the sentence for him. This time Lestrade and John found themselves being glared by the two Holmes.

"So, you believe him about having the dog destroyed?" asked Lestrade trying to change the subject.

"No reason not to."

"Well, hopefully there's no harm done. Not quite sure what I'd charge him with anyway. I'll have a word with the local Force," Lestrade nods and smiles, "Right, that's that, then. Catch you later. I'm enjoying this! It's nice to get London out of your lungs!"

The three of them watch Lestrade walk away, and then John turns to Scarlett and Sherlock, "So that was their dog that people saw out on the moor?"

Scarlett nods, "Looks like it."

"But that wasn't what you two saw. That wasn't just an ordinary dog," John points out.

Sherlock gaze become distant, "No. It was immense, had burning red eyes and it was glowing, John. Its whole body was glowing," said Sherlock as he tremors, shaking off the memory, then turns and walks towards the car park.

"I've got a theory but I need to get back into Baskerville to test it."

"How? Can't pull off the ID trick again."

"Ya, how are we going to get in Baskerville?"

"Might not have to and Scarlett use your brain," He got his phone out and hit a speed dial and lifts the phone to his ear.

Sherlock smiled brightly, "Hello, brother dear. How are you?"