A/N: Before you start I just want to say that this is a small chapter that I wrote to start the main plot line of this fic , I hope you like it and all comments are appreciated! I'm sorry if it sounds rushed and I don't own any of the characters.

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Hamish stared out of the taxis window, a sullen look had spread across his face. It was Monday morning and he was going to school, alone, because there was a case. Another case he would miss. Another case he could be going to if it weren't for school. He sighed, checking his phone for any texts from his Father, because he had promised to text if anything interesting turned up. The taxi stopped and he got out, thanking and paying the driver.

No texts had arrived.

He was still in a glum mood when Scarlett walked up to him a few minutes later. She looked happy, her cheeks were red from the cold and her eyes were gleaming.

"Hi!" She said, "how are you?"

Hamish kicked at a rock. "Not great, if I'm honest."

Scarlett looked truly upset by this."Oh no! Why? Has something happened?"

He shrugged. "There is a case."

"And?"

"I'm not going."

Scarlett looked confused, "but I thought you just went on a case?"

"I did."

"So why are you upset now?"

"Because I like going on cases, to run along side my Fathers or hide in alleys waiting for criminals. I like talking to Police men about murders and solving stuff with my father."

Scarlett thought for a moment before slinging her arm around his shoulder. He was considerably taller than her but it still made Hamish smile as they walked to form.

"Good things come to those who wait, or that's what my mother says. Don't worry, you have the weekends and holidays." She smiled at him. Hamish smiled back. "So, tell me about the case this weekend. Any murders?" She grinned as Hamish started to tell her the story.

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Hamish sat in Geography (he was sitting next to Scarlett in this lesson, thankfully) carefully labelling a map of Africa. Unlike the other students in the class, Hamish was not copying out of a textbook, he knew it off by heart already. As he finished Scarlett elbowed him.

"How'd you do that so fast?"

"I remembered it, my dad taught me once on a case. We were bored waiting for test results to come back."

Scarlett looked surprised, "Oh. Do you remember stuff in that mid thingy your Father has?"

"Mind palace?"

"Yeah, that."

"Sort of, though mine is a house. My house, 221b Baker street. I leave the information in drawers or the microwave or some other place."

Scarlett smiled. "Cool!" She looked around, "you any good at deductions?" Hamish nodded. " What can you tell me about that boy over there?"

The Boy in question was a rather freaky child who was sitting alone. "Hmm. Well he is the second child, his clothes have been worn for... Three years... Look at the elbows and sleeves...Showing that his clothes have been handed down for him. This also shows that he comes from a relatively poor family, probably anyway, but the mother still cares about him. Yes the mother, look at the stitching on the sleeves where there has been a hole, not done by a man it is too small and precise. Actually looking at it more I would say his mum is a doctor, it looks like stitching, and I should know. Anyway, he is clever, besides me he is the only one to have finished, and I have noticed that he is always among the first in all the classes I am in. He has a dog, probably a westie or some other dog with longish white fur. Right height too, if it is jumpy. Actually, it is a westie: there is a picture of it on his planner- obvious- should have seen that. He is ambidextrous, but prefers his left hand. "

He heard mutterings of "creep" and "unnatural" from behind him but he didn't care. Scarletts face was priceless. She was both shocked and amazed at the same time. Grinning, she said;

"That was amazing."

"Really?"

"Yes. Really, fantastic, how did you do that?"

"I have learnt from the best. It always helps on a boy to look at the sleeves and knees. "

Scarlett grinned. She was about to say something else but there was a knock at the door. To Hamishes surprise, it was Molly, still wearing her lab coat. Politely, as always, she turned to the teacher.

"Sorry to bother you, but I need to take Hamish, is that ok?" The teacher nodded . "Oh, thank you! " Molly smiled and Hamish (who was sitting next to the door) looked up.

"Hi Molly!" He grinned.

"Hello Hamish! I need to take you out for the rest of the day, will you be missing anything important?"

"I know it all already."

"What will you be missing, Hamish?" She said, trying to sound stern.

"History, Art and English."

Molly pursed her lips, she hated to take Hamish out of lessons, "is there anyway you can catch up?"

Scarlett suddenly looked at Molly and quietly said, "I will help him... Catch up."

Molly smiled at her, "Thank you! I'm sorry Hamish, but we really need to go, your Father has... Umm... I will explain in a minute when... The whole class, " She looked at everyone, they had all gone silent and were staring, "... Isn't listening, ok?"

"Is he ok?"

"He will be, it's just... it's just a... Just don't worry." She looked slightly worried. "Don't Worry at all, ok?" She turned to the teacher, "Sorry for disrupting your class," The teacher told her not to worry and smiled at got up.

"Bye Scarlett, see you soon." He had got a little paler, but put on a brace face.

Scarlett waved, "text me later, ok?"

He nodded and Molly smiled, "Thank you... Scarlett, maybe I will see you soon?"

Scarlett nodded and went back to her work as Hamish closed the door. Suddenly the class erupted in noise, all talking about the smiling lady in the lab coat who had taken Hamish away.

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Molly walked fast in the corridors, her face looking worried but trying to hide it. She elbowed Hamish and said in a (hopefully) light tone of voice,

"Is that your girlfriend then?"

Hamish laughed before continuing, " in no way, shape or form. She is my friend." He turned to her, "I can be friends with a girl right?"

"Of course, Hamish. There is nothing wrong with that." She tried to smile as they got to reception. After signing out, Hamish looked at Molly.

"What has happened to Father?"

Molly looked upset now, she hailed a cab and didn't answer for a while. " Its not life threatening, I promise." She looked down at her hands, " I'm afraid there has been an accident."

Hamish went pale. His mouth went dry, his heart started to beat very fast and he couldn't breath. Thinking the worst, but hoping for the best, he splattered out.

"A.. And?"

"I'm afraid has... Completely shattered all the bones in his left leg."

Hamish felt sick, the type of sick that hurts your bones and makes you whole body go numb. He didn't speak but he wanted to. Molly continued.

"He is asleep now, and will have to go through many surgeries. He will be ok, in the end. Okay? I promise you that he will be ok. You will have your Father back, he is just... TemporarIly out of action..It will be ok, I swear it will be ok. I'm sorry Hamish, I really am."

"Who... Who did this?" He chocked out. The voice didn't sound like his.

"I think you can guess." She bit her lip as Hamish nodded. Shameless tears rolled down his face as he thought of the men who did this. Who had hurt his Father, his beautiful, enigmatic Father. A light went out in Hamish's eyes, the spark that was always burning went out. His father was hurt and he hadn't been there to save him. The two men, who were bound to ruin his life from the moment he was born:

Sebastian Moran and Jim Moriarty.

Hamish didn't care anymore, whatever it took, those men were dead.

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