I'm sorry this is late! I have had a very busy week! Also, this is just a small filler that I wrote- I have a few ideas for scenes that I will write when I am less busy!

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Hamish sighed as he looked at the rain drizzling down his window, creating a path on the glass and then splashing to the pavement below. It was a full week after school had started and he already hated it. Every morning he would get up, get dressed, make breakfast, pack his bag, get into a taxi and go to School. And then there were the lessons themselves, which were a nightmare. He knew everything; all the facts, dates and figures. His only comfort came in the form of Scarlett, who had quickly become his best friend. She was a beacon of light in this dull grey world. Without her he would surely go mad.

"HAMISH WE ARE GOING TO SCOTLAND!"

Hamish sat up in his bed and grinned. It was the weekend, after all, a very rainy one but still a weekend.

"WHY?" He shouted back.

"TWO MURDERS AND A MAN IN DANGER OF HIS LIFE!"

"THATS GOOD!" Hamish shouted back, grinning.

"BRILLIANT!"

It was his Father, Sherlock, of course. This sort of thing often happened, a far away case. Judging by the multiple murders they would be staying for the weekend. He pulled out his pre-packed over night bag (many cases like this had lead to him always having a bag packed) and ran downstairs.

"Oh, hello Hamish." Said his dad, John. "You packed?" He winked, knowing that he was already.

Hamish nodded and grinned. "Is this an important case?"

"Define important."

"Important person having been killed or in danger."

"Minor Government role, not like your Uncle, though. Just local."

Hamish nodded again and put his coat on. When there was a case speed was key, there was no time for waiting around. With Sherlock already hailing a cab on the street below, he and John rushed down the stairs. By the time they got down there, everything was ready.

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Why did the murder scene have to be on a hill?

Below him, the ground squelched and slipped underneath him, causing him to almost fall over numerous times. To cap it all off, it was raining. Even for September it was cold, the rain felt like little ice droplets biting him.

Ahead of him Hamish could see the police tape separating the scene from the rest of the hill. He ducked under it and followed his Father to the tent covering the body.

"So what do you think Hamish?" Said Sherlock, stuffing his hands in his pockets. It was colder in the tent and Hamish could see his breath.

"Obvious, isn't it Father?" Sherlock grinned.

"Completely."

John walked in, having heard their conversation from outside. "No it's not. Explain it or Lestrade will get annoyed again and not let you on cases."

A shout from outside said. " THAT'S TRUE EXPLAIN IT SO WE CAN ALL GO INSIDE FOR COFFEE."

Hamish and Sherlock grinned as they walked out of the tent.

"So?" Said Lestrade. He looked at Sherlock,who looked at Hamish.

"The man was being followed by an old gang member." Said Hamish.

"That wanted to kill him?"

"One of the more violent gangs. He left them and sold their secrets to the police. Obvious."

Lestrade sighed. "Hamish you are far to much like your Father. Someone explain." He rubbed his face. "Before we all freeze to death..."

Hamish looked to Sherlock, who then answered. "Clear tattoo above his left ear and on his right hand are the same marks of one of the most violent gangs we have heard of. He must have joined young and then tried to escape in his early twenties to have got the job he did. Files say he had given police information before hand, I looked into it and it was information about this gang."

Lestrade nodded. "Ok, but what about the man in danger?"

"Give him maximum security until you have caught the gangs leader."

Lestrade stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Fine fine. Now let's get out if this bloody cold before we all turn to ice."

They laughed as they slid down the hill, thankful for the warm car and hotel room awaiting.

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The pillow was soft and warm in the hotel room, a welcome release from the bitter outside. He smiled as John handed him the warm mug of hot chocolate, thankful for its heat.

"Thanks Dad." John nodded and lay down next to him. It was a huge bed, there was loads of room.

"Hmm. Thats ok. Sorry we had to rush off like that. I know it's been your first week of school and you probably didn't need this..." John sipped his tea.

"No dad, I love doing this. Cases, that is, not the cold."

John smiled and ruffled his sons hair. "Ok. Just... Tell me if you need help, ok?"

Hamish nodded and grinned. Sherlock walked in looking like a drowned rat soon after, closing the door to the bathroom.

"And when your Father comes out, tell him I've gone to get tea, ok?" John smiled as Hamish nodded. "Good, now" He kissed Hamishes head, "Be a good boy."

Winking at him he walked out, leaving Hamish alone on his bed. The duvet surrounded him in a warm comforting mass and he soon fell asleep, drifting into a peaceful world full of cases and his two amazing Dads.

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