I would like to dedicate this chapter to addicted2fic – Sorry if the chapter lengths are to small, it's just how it fell. J

Also, thanks to BrodyMichael, TicTacToe21, Sarah, and YouRepelMe. You guys rock.

And last but not least, to BatTitan – thanks for taking the time. x

Wow, I've gone all soppy. 0-0 Never thought that would happen. ;)


Chapter 7

"That is not something we can control," muttered John.

"Oh for Gods sakes. Tell us about the damn girl!" shouted Sherlock.

Sherlock paused looking at the outraged faces around him, "Not good?"

James Dodd looked flustered, half rising out of his seat before remembering the reason he had approached 'this mad house' and sat down again, "As- as I was saying- I used to help this elderly couple out from time to time-"

"-And this couple looked after the child in question," interrupted Sherlock.

"Yes. Yes but how did you- did you guess?"

"Ordinary people," Sherlock sighed looking down at his clasped hands, "How dull it must be in your tiny little brains."

"Dull" echoed Pip, clasping her hands like Sherlock as John tried to reach around her to get the cereal box.

Ignoring the teenager who was still sat on top of the table, Sherlock continued his narrative, "I didn't guess, I saw. It's simple, there is a photo sticking out of your left pocket showing a couple that look to be in their mid-seventies and a small child. The couple are more likely closer to eighty due to the style and brand of their clothing. A very particular brand, often worn by older people. Their body language is restricted, showing that although they like the child, it either does not like them or is not related to them. More likely the latter as the child seems happy."

James stared at Sherlock amazed.

Pip looked between James and Sherlock, brushing her long hair over her shoulder, "Show off," she muttered.

Please review- It will help Sherlock concentrate. *Innocent* – ριяяιρ