A/N: Just to let everyone know, I have an art vlog on youtube now. Username is JabeyAnn. Feel free to leave me comments and questions there, and I'll answer them! I may even draw Sherlock, John, Raven and/or Drew.

Raven paced around the room. "Of course. How the guy got in here is so clear!"

Drew tried to follow along, but the older girl was looking at everything and commenting it on it and moving on before he could find what she was talking about. It was starting to give him a headache, but at least she couldn't say that he wasn't trying. Because he was trying, trying so very hard, but he didn't dare tell her to slow down.

At least she knew his name. That was a good thing, right?

"We have to find out if one of the three boys suspected plays sports," she told him excitedly, waving her hands about in front of her.

The boy scratched his head. "Why?"

Raven's face fell, and he knew in an instant he'd said the wrong thing. She dropped her hands to her side, her big eyes looking like his dad's did whenever the boy did something he shouldn't have. Disappointment.

Now he understood; he had just proven that he was normal.

The doors burst open revealing a very mad Sherlock, and his worried father following behind. Drew's eyes burned; no, he wouldn't cry. He hadn't cried since Mum… No. He was nine. He wasn't a baby. Babies cried.

He couldn't cry, not in front of her.

"Raven," Sherlock's voice boomed, and it would have normally made Drew cower, but he couldn't be bothered now. "Back to the hotel. Now."

"But—"

"Now."

She crossed her arms and looked about to argue, but when Sherlock's glare didn't waver, she huffed. "Fine. Daddylock."

"Drew, go with her. Don't let her go anywhere," John said gently. Drew kind of wished that his father would get mad. Lately he was always sad, or quiet, or just too nice. He was never mad anymore, even when he should have been. And considering how he'd just run off, his father should have definitely been mad. But not even a scolding?

He debated disobeying just to get a reaction but instead nodded and went after the girl.

John looked at Sherlock and smirked. "Daddylock?"

"Just… don't," the detective warned. "I've told her to stop but she refuses."

John nodded. "Welcome to being a parent."

Sherlock scowled. "I am not her parent."

The shorter man nodded. "Right."

"John—"

"It's just for someone who isn't a parent, you sure have the 'Dad' voice."

Sherlock frowned. "Dad voice? What's that?" John just smiled in reply. "John, this isn't funny."

John cleared his throat. "No, you're right, of course it's not." Sherlock nodded and looked back to the room. "Daddylock."

He was quite sure he should be fearing for his life, but at that moment, it didn't matter; it was worth it.

"I figured it out, and he won't even give me a chance to explain it!" Raven fumed, keeping her arms crossed across her chest. "I solved it! Sort of. There's still the matter of who actually did it, but I solved it!"

"Explain it to him later?" Drew offered, running to keep up with her. She didn't just think and talk fast, she had to walk fast too, didn't she?

"He'll have the whole case solved by 'later,' and I'll just be shipped off back with Mycroft," she said miserably. "I can't let that happen! I'll be the laughing stock of school, and I won't get…" She stopped, drawing her lower lip into her mouth. "No! I won't let this go wrong!" Raven declared.

"Okay… so what are we going to do?" Drew asked.

She straightened her posture. "I am going to do what I said I was going to do; solve it before Sherlock does."

The boy dropped his head. So this was it; she no longer saw him as useful. Had Sherlock ever done this to his Dad? Because this was surely the worst feeling ever, aside from losing his Mum.

Raven caught the dejected look and sighed. "Okay, but I'm going to need your help too."

Drew lifted his head. "Really?"

She nodded. "Really. Firstly, what I'm going to do is hack into the school's network and see if I can access the grades database. I'd ask the Dr, but he probably would ask Sherlock for clearance first now. After that…"

"She disturbed the scene, but it still confirms what I initially suspected," Sherlock mused aloud as he and John walked back to the room.

"The window was open, and someone closed it afterwards?" John replied, and the detective nodded.

"I suspect that Raven has come to the same conclusion by now," he stated, dropping his hands into the pockets of his coat; it was older now, but it still served him well. "She may be irritating, but she is quick. Hopefully time will remove her impatient streak."

John snorted. "Just like it's removed yours, right?" He didn't have to look at his friend to know there was a confused look on his face. "Raven's a lot more like you than you like to think. She's impulsive and brash and smart. When you were her age, that was about the time Carl was killed, wasn't it?"

"A bit before," Sherlock replied coldly.

"And you didn't like being told that you were wrong, or that you were just a child. You knew something was wrong, and no one would listen."

"That was an entirely different—"

"No, not really," John continued. "She is a young girl who is working on solving her first big puzzle. And, she's getting to do so with someone she clearly considers a mentor."

"What is your point?"

"You know my point. Go a bit easier on her, Sherlock. She means well."

"If I go easier, she will never learn," he replied, turning the doorknob to the room.

Drew looked up from the papers he was reading. Apart from the boy seated on the couch, the room was empty.

"Hi, Drew, we just—"

"Where is Raven?" Sherlock demanded, stepping in front of the boy's father. The blonde man just shook his head.

Drew pointed to the closed door. "She said she had a headache and needed a nap," he replied seriously. "She said not to bug her or else."

Sherlock knocked on the door. "Raven?"

John sighed. "Sherlock, she's probably upset. You were—" He stopped, seeing the inside of the room as Sherlock swung the door open. "Or, she's gone out the window. That's possible too."