I was still working on the code when John came home, and I'd nearly finished it.

"What're you doing Hamish? Where's Sherlock?" John said.

"I'm helping him solve a case. He went out. He said that if he isn't back by the morning it's up to us to find him..." I told John casually.

"Oh god…WHAT!?"

"Dunno..." I mumbled not really concentrating on John. John sighed,

"How are you helping? What is this?" John sat down on the floor next to me.

"It's a code and I think..." I finished writing the last word, "Done it."

"What does it say?"

"It says 'Quid agatur circa, venit circa et es postero.'"

"What? What's that meant to mean?"

"Absolutely no idea." I said picking up my phone and texting Sherlock.

It's Latin. Quid agatur circa, venit circa et es postero. H

Sherlock didn't reply, Sherlock always replied. I waited for a few minutes but still there was no reply.

"He's not replying dad."

"Sherlock always replies..." John muttered.

"Exactly." I checked the time. Oops.

"I need to find him, 'mish... You should get some sleep, it's school tomorrow. Have you done all your homework?"

"Um... No." John sighed and put on his coat,

"Do it and then go to bed. I'm going to find Sher- you're not going to let me go on my own are you?"

"Nope." I smiled sweetly at him. He sighed again,

"Come on then. Any ideas where he might be?"

"Crime scene?"

"There's thousands of crime scenes in London!"

"Yeah but he's on a case right now. He could be at that crime scene..."

Just then my phone lit up with a text,

May need a litle hepl. Slightly durnk. All fro teh cesa. HS

Where are you dad? H

dunno. SHSS

Useful H

"He doesn't know where he is." John's face fell,

"Is he OK?"

"Drunk. Do you think we could ask Uncle Mycroft for help?" John groaned,

"Do we have to?"

"Dad." John groaned again,

"You do it, 'mish." I chuckled,

"Ok dad."

Uncle, dad's out somewhere and we need to find him. Could you help? H

Rimorob Street. Oh and he's thrown up, lovely. M

Thanks Uncle Mycroft. H

"Rimorob Street." I told John.

"Mycroft scares me sometimes..."

I heard that. M

"He heard that."

"My point exactly." John headed out the door, "I'll pick him up, you get your homework done and go to bed."

"No. You wouldn't believe how boring the homework is."

"Then it won't take you long." He popped his head back round the door and kissed my forehead, "Night, 'mish." I rolled my eyes,

"I'm not going to bed!" I called after him before going upstairs. An hour or so later John came back in, half carrying half dragging a very drunk Sherlock. I jumped up to go help him.

"Haaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy haayyyyyyyyyymish." Sherlock giggled.

"Hi dad." I chuckled, Sherlock was very funny when he was drunk.

"I'm going to put you to bed now, Sherlock. OK?"

"Bed...Bed with Johnnyjumperjammykittens." John helped Sherlock to their bedroom. I snorted with laughter.

"Never speak of this to anyoneeeeeee." John said, laughing as he closed the door to their room behind them. I laughed,

"Course not dad." I checked the time again, probably should go to bed. I can do homework before the lesson.

When Seb got home I ran down the stairs and hugged him tightly,

"Missed ya." He picked me up and span me round,

"Missed ya too." I sniffed,

"Ya've been drinkin'. Can I 'ave some?" Seb chuckled,

"Can't let Jim know."

"YAY!" I hugged him tighter. "Thank ya, Daddddyyyyy..."

"Come on. Get in the car."

"'ang on, lemmee get changed quickly." I sprinted up to my room, put on my shortest skirt and lowest cut top and as much dark makeup as I could physically get on my face and ran back down to him. "Readdddyyyy." I winked. Seb kissed the top of my head before walking off to the car. I walked behind him, closing the door behind us. I giggled and got in the passenger side of one of the cars. Seb started to drive to the closest pub.

"Ya know, if Jim finds out, 'e won't be angry. 'e won't care. 'e don't care 'bout me."

"'e does care 'bout ya, Layla."

"Don't lie, Seb. I know 'e don't."

"'e does, 'e just has 'is work."

"'e only cares 'bout 'is work. An' you."

"Ya wrong Layla." Seb pulled up and got out. I got out too and ran a hand through my hair.

"'ow old do I look?"

"Uh... Old?"

"Genius, Seb. Just genius. C'mon." I started towards the pub, I'd never been drunk before. I chuckled as I imagined Hamish's face when I told him tomorrow. Seb walked next to me and held open the door.

"Thank ya, mi lord." Seb chuckled and followed me in, heading towards the bar. I noticed a few heads turning to look at us as we walked in and I couldn't help but start humming 'You're turning heads when you walk through the do-or-or.' Damn, I hated that song and now I was going to have that stupid song in my head all night. Damn damn damn. Seb had seated himself at the bar,

"Layla, what d'ya want?"

"Whatever tastes best and gets me drunk quickest." Seb laughed and ordered a beer and a Malibu and Coke. I smiled sweetly at the bartender and he blushed. I giggled. Seb rolled his eyes and paid for the drinks. I picked up my drink and sipped it,

"Mm...Interesting..."

"D'ya like it?"

"Yeah... 's'nice." I knocked back the rest of it in one and grinned at Seb.

"Oh dear," Seb chuckled and ordered a chocolate vodka.

"Chocolate vodka!? WOW!" I could feel myself slowly losing control of my body.

"Yes, chocolate vodka." Seb passed it to me while finishing his beer and ordering a whiskey.

"Nom." I picked up the glass and tried to down it in one, it was stronger than I was expecting and I coughed, quickly putting it back on the bar. "Mehhh..." Seb laughed. I laughed too, and once I'd started I couldn't stop, I giggled for ages and ages.

An hour later or maybe longer, I lost track of time, me and Seb left the bar, completely hammered. I stumbled into some random man as we walked out and he tried to kiss me but Seb punched him in the nose, making him fly backwards. I laughed. Seb put his arm around me. I laughed as we staggered across the carpark to his car.

"I wanna go seeeeeeeee Hammmmmmmmmy."

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee cannnnnnn'tttttt."

"Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy yyyyyyyyyyyyy?"

"Jiiiiiiiim'llllllllllllllll killllllllllllllllllllllllll lllllll ussssssssssssss."

"Nahh...Please Dadddddyyyy?" Even in my ever so slightly drunken state I knew the puppy dog eyes would work on Seb, so I did my best ones.

"Fiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnneeeee. I'lllllllllll taaaaaalllllllllllkkkkkkkkkk k toooooooooo Jooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn thennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn."

"Yayyy!" I lit a cigarette and got in the car. Seb fell into the car and started driving to 221B. I wound down the window and blew smoke out of it. Seb parked up, nearly crashing into a lamppost. I laughed and jumped out the car. Seb staggered up to 221B and knocked on the door. I stood behind him, grinning as I added my knocks to his. Soon an elderly lady answered the door.

"I wanna seeeeeee Hammmmmmmmmy." I slurred.

"Cannnn yaaaaaaaaa geetttt Jooohhhnnnny boooooooooy an' Haaaaaammmmmmmmmmisssshhhhhh hhhh?" Mrs Hudson looked a little bit scared as she hurried up the stairs to get Sherlock and John, deciding to leave Hamish asleep.

I woke up when I heard hammering on the door. I groaned and got out of my bed to see what was going on.

"Hammmmmmmmyyyyyyy?" I called up the stairs as Mrs Hudson led a very confused and sleepy looking John down the stairs, god, his pyjamas were awful.

I sighed when I heard Layla and followed dad down the stairs.

When I saw Hamish I grinned, barged past John and Seb and gave him an enormous hug.

"Layla, it's the middle of the night." I protested.

"I wanteddddddddd a hugggggg from my Hammmmmy."

"I'm tired." I groaned.

"Heeeeyyyyy Joooooohhhhn. Hooowwww's the shooullldeeerrrr?" John just glared at him, still half asleep.

"I'll go to bed with ya Hammmmmmm."

"No, you won't."

I pouted, "Pwwwweeeeaaaasssseeeee?" I looked up as I heard a commotion, it seemed John was manhandling Seb out the door. I frowned, "Oh...Are we going then? Ok...Bye Hammmmm see ya tomorrrrrrowwwww." I followed Seb out the door, waving goodbye to John, Hamish and Mrs Hudson.

I groaned and turned back up the stairs to my bedroom. John followed behind me muttering, "We're going to talk about this...Tomorrow." He went back into his room, as the door opened I heard Sherlock mutter, "Johnnyjumpersjammykittens..." then he started to snore again. I flopped on my bed and fell asleep.

Outside 221B I lit another cigarette and got in the car. Seb got in the driver's seat and tried to drive back to the house. He crashed into a tree.

"Oops." I frowned,

"I'm not walkingggggg homeeee." I groaned, "We're gunna have to gettt Jimmm to come and getttt ussss..." I pulled out my phone and texted him,

Ceome anddddddddddd gtee usss? We'ree by SherleyWerley's flattt... LLLLLLLL xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Great. Just great. JM

You cominnnnn? LLLKLLK;LL xx

Yes, yes. I'm on my way. JM

Jim only took a few minutes to find us seeing as we were by a car... That had crashed into a tree. I stubbed out my cigarette as he arrived and waved happily at him.

"'ello Jimmmmyyyy."

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING MORAN? EXPLAIN YOURSELF."

"It's ok Jiiiimmmmy-Cubbbbbbb."

"NO IT'S NOT! IT'S NOT OK!" He took a step closer to Seb and raised his hand, almost as if to hit him, then lowered it again, "Please tell me you didn't go in there." He nodded his head towards 221B.

"Sorrrrryyyyyyyyyy boossssss." Seb was thinking well enough to use boss.

"You didn't..." Jim said darkly.

"I said sorrrrryyyyyyy ssssiiiiiirrrrr." Jim shook his head, eyes blazing with anger and stepped closer to me, I shrank back as he raised his hand and thumped me round the head, making me fall backwards onto the pavement. I raised my hand to my head to feel blood seeping out of it as he kicked me down.

"OI!" Seb shouted punching Jim. I threw up at the sickening crunch of Seb's fist making contact with Jim's nose, most of the alcohol had either worn off or been thrown up and I was sober enough to realise that this wasn't going to end well,

"Stop!" I shouted, but Jim didn't listen, he punched Seb back.

"DON'T YA DARE HIT OUR DAUGHTER!"

"I'LL DO WHAT THE HELL I LIKE THANK YOU VERY MUCH. MAY I REMIND YOU THAT I AM YOUR BOSS, NOT THE OTHER WAY ROUND."

"NOT IF I CAN HELP IT! I DON'T CARE IF YA MY BOSS!"

Jim slapped him round the face, "Show some respect, Moran." He wasn't shouting anymore, but somehow this was worse, his voice was dangerous, cold.

"Not if ya don't deserve it."

Jim slapped him again, "I said, show some respect."

"Ya want me to get on me knees and praise ya or somethin'?!"

"Yes, that would be nice." He lowered his voice slightly and whispered in Seb's ear, "Sebastian, you know that I don't like it when my pets are disobedient to me, and you know what I do to disobedient animals..." Seb growled but mockingly bowed down to Jim.

"Apologise." Jim ordered, going round behind Seb and kicking him so his face landed on the pavement.

"Sorry." Seb ground out.

"Who do you belong to Sebastian?"

"You sir."

"Good boy." Jim flounced off towards the car he'd brought and got in the driver's side, starting the engine up. Seb got up and ran over to me pulling me into a hug.

"'m ok, Seb. 'm ok." I hugged back briefly then tried to stand up but my legs gave way under me, I fell into Seb. Seb picked me up and carried me to the car putting me in the back before climbing in the passenger seat.

"You're too nice to her. She needs to learn how to cope on her own."

"She's our daughter."

"Exactly." Jim drove off. Seb lowered his gaze.

((AN : Another Lord Of the Rings reference, free hugs and cookies if you get it!))