After Two months Sherlock and Scarlett were sitting on the couch, Scarlett lay on his shoulder while reading a book, Sherlock on the other hand was on his laptop looking through his email trying to find an interesting case.

"What are you doing?" Scarlett asked as she looks through his emails.

"What do you think?"

She sigh, "Dull!"

She then rests her head on the arm of the couch and screamed, "I'M BORED!"

Sherlock roll his eyes, "If you're so bored go find something to entertain yourself," Sherlock uttered.

"This world is boring!" she complained.

Sherlock sigh, "Go get a job then!"

Scarlett looks up at him, "I do smart one, and there hasn't been any interesting cases!"

"Why don't you go hang out with your 'friends'," Sherlock suggested.

Scarlett shook her head, "Their still at school."

"What did you and mum do when you guys were bored?" Scarlett asked.

Sherlock shrugs, "Nothing really…"

Scarlett rolls her eyes, "Oh come one you guys must have done something to entertain yourselves."

Sherlock gaze at the ceiling while going through his brain, "Well, we went for a cup of coffee…"

"Dull," she sighs.

Sherlock ignore her remark, "We went to the beach a lot."

"We should go to the beach then! I haven't been there for years!" Scarlett suggested.

"Dull," Sherlock sigh.

Scarlett's smile drops, "How come?"

"There's pretty much nothing to see."

Scarlett grabs his arm and jumps up and down, "Please daddy! Please!"

Sherlock sigh with annoyance, "Okay we'll go next week happy now?"

Scarlett hugs him, "Thank you! Thank you!"

Then they heard two footsteps coming up the stairs and they separated quickly. There was Lestrade and Donovan standing at the door.

"There's been a kidnapping," Lestrade told him. "Two children of the U.S. Ambassador, Rufus Bruhl, were kidnapped."

Sherlock got up from the couch and set his computer on the table. Then John walks into the living looking confused, "Sherlock, there's something weird…What's going on?"

"Kidnapping," Scarlett informed him.

"Rufus Bruhl, the ambassador to the U.S." Lestrade explained to him.

"He's in Washington, isn't he?"

"Not him his children, Max and Claudette, age seven and nine," said Lestrade as Donovan show John pictures of the two children.

"They're at St Aldate's," Lestrade added.

"Posh boarding place down in Surrey," said Donovan.

"The school broke up; all the other boarders went home just a few kids remained, including those two."

"They vanished."

Lestrade looks at Sherlock, "The ambassador's asked for you personally."

Sherlock was already on his feet and heads out to the door with his coat over his arm.

"The Reichenbach Hero," Donovan said sarcastically.

Sherlock walks out the room while everyone else follows him.

"Isn't it great to be working with a celebrity?" Lestrade joked.

Lestrade's car drives into the grounds of the boarding school and pulls up outside the front entrance. Two police cars are already there and a woman is standing in front of one of them wearing a shock blanket around her shoulders and crying while a uniformed female police officer talks reassuringly to her. A man, probably a plain clothed police officer, is talking to her but walks away as Greg, Sally, Scarlett and the boys get out of the car and approach. The woman blows her nose on her handkerchief.

"Ugh, this reminds of school," said Scarlett looking at the school with disgust.

"Welcome back!" John joked.

"Shut up," she uttered.

"Is it alright to bring her here?" Donovan asked as Scarlett rolls her eyes.

"Gosh! Why is everyone treating me like a baby? Hello I've seen dead people."

"She can come with us," Lestrade inform Donovan.

"Miss Mackenzie, House Mistress. Go easy," Lestrade speak quietly to Sherlock. He stays back and lets Sherlock walk over to the woman on his own.

"Miss Mackenzie, you're in charge of pupil welfare, yet you left this place wide open last night. What are you: an idiot, a drunk or a criminal?" Sherlock yells at her as he grabs the blanket and abruptly pulls it from around her shoulders.

Everyone turns to Sherlock direction and saw poor Ms. Mackenzie gasping with fear while Sherlock was angrily glaring at her.

"All the doors and windows were properly bolted. No-one – not even me – went into their room last night. You have to believe me!" Miss. Mackenzie said tearfully.

Sherlock's character instantly changes and he smiles calmingly and gently takes hold of her shoulders, "I do. I just wanted you to speak quickly."

He looks at the nearby police officers as he turns and walks away, "Miss Mackenzie will need to breathe into a bag now," said Sherlock as Miss Mackenzie sobs in distress while the police officers try to calm her down.

John and Scarlett looked at him in disbelief, "You're a horrible man!" Scarlett scowled him.

Sherlock walk pass her as he roll his eyes, "Oh shut up its quicker."

Scarlett shook her head with disappointment and follows her dad.

Inside the school, Sherlock leads the others into one of the dormitories.

"Six grand a term, you'd expect them to keep the kids safe for you. You said the other kids had all left on their holidays?" John asked.

Sherlock has already looked in a cupboard beside one of the beds and now drops to his knees and peers under the bed.

"They were the only two sleeping on this floor. Absolutely no sign of a break-in," Lestrade respond.

Sherlock picks up a lacrosse stick lying on the floor and gets to his feet while looking at the stick closely. He briefly wields it as if using it as a weapon but then apparently decides it wasn't used in that way and drops it to the floor again.

"The intruder must have been hidden inside some place," Scarlett added.

"How do you know?" Lestrade raised a brow.

Scarlett shrugs, "Obvious isn't it?"

Sherlock goes over to a wooden trunk and opens the lid. There was a large envelope and inside was "Grimm's Fairy Tales" book. He looks along the edges of the book and then riffles the pages quickly. Finding nothing of interest, he looks up.

"Show me where the brother slept."

He is taken to another smaller dormitory and looks around, going to stand beside a bed which is facing the door. The door has a frosted glass pane in it. He looks towards the door while gesturing down to the bed.

"The boy sleeps there every night, gazing at the only light source outside in the corridor. He'd recognize every shape, every outline, the silhouette of everyone who came to the door," said Sherlock.

Lestrade raised a brow, "Okay, so…"

"So someone approaches the door that he doesn't recognize, an intruder. Maybe he can even see the outline of a weapon," Scarlett added.

Leaving the other inside the room, he goes outside the door and pulls it almost closed, then raises his hand and points his fingers as if they're a gun, showing the others how it would be seen through the frosted glass. He pushes the door open and comes back into the room.

"What would he do in the precious few seconds before they came into the room? How would he use them if not to cry out?"

He walks around the bed, looking at the boy's possessions, "This little boy; this particular little boy ... who reads all of those spy books. What would he do? Scarlett what would you do?" he turns to Scarlett.

Scarlett shrugs, "I don't know… leave a message."

Sherlock smiles at her with delight, "Exactly."

Both Sherlock and Scarlett started sniffing, "Do you smell that?" Scarlett asked.

"Smell what?" John asked.

He picks up a cricket bat leaning against the nearby cupboard and sniffs along both sides of it. Putting the bat down again, he squats and sniffs around the bedside table, then reaches under the bed and finds an almost empty glass bottle of linseed oil. He looks up, "Get Anderson!"

Not long afterwards the room has been darkened as much as possible by closing the wooden shutters over the windows. Sherlock shines an ultraviolet light on the wall beside the boy's bed where the words "HELP US" have been written on the wall, only now visible in the light.

"Linseed oil."

"Not much use. Doesn't lead us to the kidnapper," Anderson said to them.

"Brilliant Anderson," Sherlock told him.

Anderson looked at him with surprised, "Really?"

"Yes, brilliant impression of an idiot," both Sherlock and Scarlett mocked him.

He held the light out in front of him and hunched over slightly.

"The floor," Scarlett pointed down.

There are several sets of illuminated footprints of varying sizes leading towards the door. Sherlock follows them slowly.

"He made a trail for us!" John exclaimed.

"The boy was made to walk ahead of them." Sherlock asserted.

John looks at the small footprints, "On, what, tiptoe?"

Scarlett nods, "Indicates anxiety; a gun held to his head."

He walks slowly out into the corridor, which has also been blacked out, and follows the footsteps. Anderson walks beside him with another ultraviolet light.

"The girl was pulled beside him, dragged sideways. He had his left arm cradled about her neck," Sherlock added. After a couple yards the footsteps were now gone.

"That's the end of it. We don't know where they went from here," Anderson pointed out.

"You're right, Anderson – nothing," Sherlock paused for a moment and took a deep breath, "Except his shoe size, his height, his gait, his walking pace."

He reaches to the closest window and tears down the blackout material that had been stuck across it. Daylight floods back into the corridor. Putting the light onto the window sill, he kneels down and takes his wallet of tools and a small lidded plastic Petri dish from his inside pocket. As the police go back towards the bedroom, he puts the dish on the floor, opens the wallet and chuckles contentedly. John squats down beside him.

"Having fun?" Scarlett joins him as she smiles with him.

"Starting to."

"Maybe don't do the smiling," said John as he knelt down between them.

Both Sherlock and Scarlett look up at him.

"Kidnapped children?" John reminded them.

Sherlock lowers his head again and concentrates on scraping some of the dried linseed oil and floor wax loose with a small scalpel and then using tweezers to pick up the loosened pieces and put them into the container.

The three were now seating in the back of the taxi silently.

"But how did he get past the CCTV? If all the doors were locked ..."

Scarlett cut him off, "He walked in when they weren't locked."

"But a stranger can't just walk into a school like that."

Sherlock shook his head, "Anyone can walk in anywhere if they pick the right moment. Yesterday – end of term, parents milling around, chauffeurs, staff. What's one stranger among that lot? He was waiting for them. All he had to do was find a place to hide."

John nods with agreement then stops, "How do you know this?"

Sherlock looked away from him, "Used to do it when I was trying to help Scarlett escapes from school," he admitted.

John nods again, "That makes more sense."

"Come on we need to go to St. Bart," said Sherlock told them.

"Like right now?" Scarlett asked looking disappointed.

"Of course!" Sherlock informed hers.

"But I have tea with Kate, Charles, Harry, and her majesty," she whispers hoping the cabbie didn't hear her.

"What? Now?" Sherlock raised his voice.

Scarlett nods her head, "I haven't seen them for a while," she explained to him.

John raises his hand, "Hold on, did you just say you're having tea with the royal family?" John raised a brow.

Scarlett rolls her eyes, "Have you already forgotten about Uncle's position?"

John stops for a moment to think and realized Scarlett was right.

"Two kidnap children, we only have prints of footsteps as our clues, and you want to go have tea with the royal family?" Sherlock asked sarcastically.

Scarlett gave him an apology look, "I know… but please daddy?" Scarlett pleads.

Sherlock sigh and looks away, "Sure, go spend time with them then your own father," said Sherlock sounding offended.