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Chapter 39

Sherlock walked ahead slightly with Lestrade towards a middle aged woman crying into a tissue with some kind of shock blanket over her shoulders. The consulting detective looked at her with observant eyes, but Greg started muttering to Sherlock before he had a chance to go over there.

"That's Miss Mackenzie, the house mistress..." Lestrade paused, "Go easy." He added with a warning look before leaving Sherlock to it. The detective smirked to himself, but outside he kept a neutral composure. As he came to stand in front of her he said:

"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 now quickly! Tell me!" His voice had started to get louder with each word as he grabbed the blanket and whipped it off of the woman's shoulders.

"All of the doors and windows were properly bolted," the lady said, "No-one – not even me – went into their room last night. You have to believe me!" The poor mistress's voice became suddenly desperate.

"I do," Sherlock Holmes looked at her kindly, "I just wanted you to speak quickly." Standing up the detective said to the officers around the building: "Miss Mackenzie will need to breathe into a bag now."

Lucy shook her head in disbelief at her friend and flatmate. John, who stood beside her, didn't look very pleased with the detective's behaviour. Greg and Sally strode up to them and the DI gave Lucy a look that made her giggle slightly.

"Charming man isn't he?" Greg murmured to her- causing Lucy to stifle another giggle.

"He is an absolute prat," John mumbled.

The five of them all made their way into the huge school building. Through a couple of corridors they walked until they reached the young girl's –Claudette's- room. Sherlock opened the door with a keen eye.

"Six grand a term you'd expect them to keep the kids safe here," John commented as the consulting detective started to have a look around. Lucy just stood by the door, only catching drifts of what the others were saying.

"They were the only two sleeping on this floor... no sign of a break in..."

There was a thud as Sherlock dropped the lacrosse racket on the floor- causing Lucy to jump and glare at her friend in annoyance- he just raised an eyebrow and continued searching the room. Opening up a chest, he took out a brown envelope that had a red wax seal on it. With tentative fingers, he touched the envelope before taking out the book inside- Grimm's fairy tales. Lucy smiled to herself, she remembered reading a few of Grimm's fairy tales as a kid- mainly Hansel and Gretel and Little Red Riding Hood. Those two stories were her absolute favourites, mainly because she always liked the idea of an edible house and because Lucy's favourite animal was wolves. To see the thick book of the fairy tales in Sherlock's hand brought back memories of her father reading the stories to her- he always did the best character voices- but her mum was always the best at doing the voices of the princesses like Cinderella. Lucy felt her heart drop a little at the reminder of what she once had, and she wondered... was her whole childhood a lie? Did they even want to read her stories? She sighed slightly.

"Hey, are you okay?" John asked her as he touched her arm gently.

"I'm fine," Lucy attempted a smile. Not wanting to push her, John Watson nodded and left it at that.

Sherlock bounded ahead to Max's room with Greg, Sally, John and Lucy in tow. Lucy stopped and gazed out of the window along the corridor. Lestrade let the others go ahead into the room as he came up beside Lucy.

"Go ahead, I'll be there in a minute." The teenager murmured. She squeezed her left hand in an attempt to keep a couple of tears at bay.

"Come on now, what's happened?" Greg asked softly as he put his arm across her shoulders.

"I don't know really." She shrugged, "It's just me, I seem to be crying at the drop of a hat as of late."

"It's understandable; it's nothing to be ashamed of."

"It is though Greg." Lucy leaned into him slightly, "I just want to get better. But I have all of these reminders around me every single day; it feels like this depression won't ever leave and it's weighing me down." She paused, "There's nothing anyone can do really."

"I know what it's like to have depression hang over you, a lot of people do. And while there are reminders around you, it just takes a lot of time for you to become stronger. The reminders won't ever go away, but as a person you grow stronger than the reminders and you learn to live with them without feeling this way." Lestrade murmured.

"You really think it will get better?" The teenager looked up at him.

"It has to get better." He smiled.

"Thank you," she murmured. "You get back to Sherlock- or he'll be upset you're missing his brilliance. I'll be through in a moment."

"Okay," The DI squeezed her shoulder before smiling at her and walking into the room.

From outside, Lucy could hear Sherlock start to deduce and analyse the situation the little boy must have been in.

"This little boy, this particular little boy- who reads all of those spy books..." There was a pause, "What would he do?"

Lucy took a deep breath, not wanting to miss anymore of the action walked into the room in time to see Sherlock sniffing the air around him.

"He's like a dog." She commented, earning a smile from everyone apart from Sherlock- who was currently sniffing a cricket bat. They all watched the detective as he found a bottle and held it up. Sherlock looked at the bottle for a second before saying loudly:

"Get Anderson."

Now Anderson was the last person on earth who Lucy thought Sherlock would ask for- but apparently, the imbecile had some uses. In little time at all the whole room and the corridor outside had been sealed off from light, and special UV lights were put in place. Sherlock held in his right hand a UV light baton that shone a strange, eerie blue colour. Lucy found herself feeling quite amazed as words on the wall became suddenly visible in the light.

Help us...

"Linseed oil," Sherlock told them.

"Not much use," Anderson said. "It doesn't lead us to the kidnapper."

"Brilliant Anderson." Sherlock muttered.

"Really?"

"Yes, brilliant impression of an idiot." Lucy had to let a small snicker escape her- which made Sherlock also smirk. The consulting detective pointed to the ground, "The floor."

"He made a trail for us." John observed.

Sherlock walked in the direction of the footprints as he continued speaking- guessing what happened to the children. It wasn't nice whatever the two kids had to endure and go through.

"That's the end of it," Anderson informed them as the footprints faded into nothing, "We don't know where they went from here... tells us nothing after all." He looked pointedly at Sherlock, trying to outsmart the detective.

"You're right Anderson, nothing." Sherlock took a breath as he continued in triumph: "Except his shoe size, his height, his gait, his walking pace." He let out a small chuckle and smiled as he bent down to take samples of the footprints. John started to tell him off- apparently it wasn't the best idea to smile when there's kidnapped children involved on a case.

Lucy tried to tune out the rest of the time at the school, they didn't stay for much longer but already she was getting more and more memories that she'd rather forget. Already it seemed that this case was going to kill her, and already she didn't like it one bit. She was vaguely aware of Lestrade looking at her with a concerned expression as they left the school grounds- but she just closed her eyes and waiting for them to get back to London.

St Bart's Hospital was where Sherlock ordered the taxi to go. And if they caught Molly on time then they would be getting her help in analysing the footprint samples to try and find where the kidnapper had been and where he was going to take the kids. On the way up, they stopped at the canteen.

"What do you two want to eat?" Sherlock asked as he picked up two bags of quavers. Lucy looked at the food and ended up choosing some prawn cocktail flavoured crisps- whereas John opted for ready salted. After paying for their crisps, Sherlock shoved the quavers in his pockets as they went up to the labs upstairs. Sherlock paused for a second, watching Molly Hooper approach, after she'd gotten close enough to the door, the detective opened it and said:

"Molly!"

"Hello, I'm just going out..." She looked a little surprised.

"No you're not," Sherlock told her as he turned her around, keeping his arm on her back to guide her back.

"I've got a lunch date." She protested.

"Cancel it, you're having lunch with me," Sherlock let go of her back to whip out the two packs of quavers before putting them back again.

"What?" Molly looked confused.

"Need your help- it's one of your boyfriends, we're trying to track him down, he's been a bit naughty!"

"It's Moriarty?" John queried frowning as Sherlock grabbed the handle of the door.

"Of course it's Moriarty," Sherlock muttered, leaving both John and Lucy looking very shocked and surprised. Suddenly, Molly spoke up- causing the three of them to look at her.

"Err, Jim actually wasn't my boyfriend, we went out three times... I ended it."

"Yes and then he stole the crown jewels, broke into the bank of England and organised a prison break at Pentonville- for the sake of law and order I suggest you avoid all future attempts at a relationship Molly." Sherlock showed her a bag of quavers again pointedly with a smile on his face as he opened the door- leaving her standing there in shock.

Once they'd all entered the lab Lucy exclaimed:

"She went out with Moriarty?" Turning to Molly, she said again: "You went out with Moriarty?"

"Yes..." Molly said.

"And you ended it?" Lucy asked.

"I did." Molly looked quite proud of herself.

"That's very brave, how are you still alive?" Lucy looked at the woman with amusement.

"Well, Jim was nice but... he gave Sherlock his mobile number." That caused Lucy and John to burst out laughing.

"Well thank goodness you aren't still going out with him now," Lucy shook her head.

"I'm not surprised it's Moriarty again," John said as he took a seat by one of the long desks.

"Neither am I," Lucy mumbled, "I said it was him from the very beginning."

"Who else would it be?" Sherlock said with a small smirk on his face. But he knew that this was only the beginning of it all, and with Jim Moriarty, it could only go downhill from there...

Lucy looked at Sherlock's vacant expression and found the anxiety building up in her again. The detective didn't seem worried about the case but once again it all came down to what happened last time. Even as Sherlock requested for Molly to get the needed equipment for his experiments, Lucy saw the tightness in the detective's eyes. The vibration of her phone made the teenager jump slightly.

Are you doing any better? –Greg

Lucy smiled at the text and sent one back:

I think I'll be okay for now thanks. It's just turning out to be a long day. We're getting the footprint analysed now with Molly.

Lucy sighed, she caught Sherlock's eye and he gave her a look that asked 'is everything alright?' She nodded back at him. She had to be alright if she was to get through this.

Author's note- This is so hard to write at the moment. I think it's because I'm doing a case that hopefully you all know really well- so to make it a little different and interesting to this story is hard. Also, it's tricky because I have to keep watching bits of Reichenbach, pausing it a lot and rewinding to get the correct words and lines. But don't worry; I have ideas for later on. Please leave a review!