A/N Sorry! I haven't updated in forever but I couldn't think of anything to write and ended up reading over 100 Harry Potter fanfictions... Anyways I had an idea and this is just going to be typed up as I go along so I apologise for any mistakes in advance.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock nor will I ever own Sherlock which makes me very sad.


"Oh, come on Lestrade, I need a case!" Sherlock demanded.

It had been almost two weeks since Sherlock had solved his last case and now he was getting extremely impatient waiting for one, much to the dismay of Greg Lestrade who was now being hounded for cases.

"Sherlock for the last time, we don't have any cases!" Greg cried, throwing his arms into the air.

Sherlock growled, pushing away the temptation to kick Lestrade's bin over t show he was displeased with his answer. He opened his mouth to yell at Lestrade again when his phone rang.

"Sherlock Holmes." He answered as Lestrade sank back into his chair, glad for the break.

"Hello, Mr Holmes. I'm Tracy, I'm a receptionist at Riverwood Primary School. You're listed as third to call if we have any trouble with Willow Watson. We have tried to contact Mr and Mrs Watson but neither has answered." A shrill voice explained.

"They'll be at work. What trouble?" Sherlock quickly brushed off, getting to the point.

"Miss Watson has punched another student in the playground." Tracy informed him.

"She punched someone?" Sherlock questioned, not quite believing that Willow would actually strike a person in the face.

"She did. Can you please come down to the school, the Headmaster is waiting for you." Tracy requested.

"Okay, bye." Sherlock cut off the call.

"Who punched someone?" Lestrade asked as Sherlock went to open the door.

"Willow punched someone." Sherlock replied.

Greg then proceeded to choke on his coffee at the thought of Willow punching someone.

"Don't choke. It's bad for your health." Sherlock smirked before leaving the office, coat billowing.


"I'm Sherlock Holmes, I was told to come and speak to the Headmaster about Willow Watson." Sherlock told the woman at the desk as he entered the school.

"Oh yes, Mr Holmes. I'll take you down to his office." The woman replied, standing up and leading him down a sky blue corridor to an office at the end.

"Mr Farmers, Mr Holmes is here about Willow Watson." The woman in said before scurrying off back to the desk.

"Mr Holmes, I'm Mr Farmer. I'm Headmaster of the school and we do not take kindly to pupils hitting one another." The large, greying man stood and shook Sherlock gloved hand before sitting down in his brown leather chair.

Sherlock took a seat in the uncomfortable plastic chairs and turned his head to see Willow in the next seat. Her knuckles were wrapped up in a paper towel but other than that see seemed fine, although there now seemed to be a permanent scowl on her face.

"Now, Miss Watson here was in the playground when Mr Aaron Mitchells, a boy in her class, tapped her on the back to get her attention. She turned around and punched him in the face. I would like to know why Miss Watson believes it is acceptable to punch her fellow students." Mr Farmer explained, glaring at Willow.

"That's not what happened." Willow spoke calmly but returned the glare.

"Stop lying, Miss Watson." Mr Farmer warned.

"But I'm not lying." Willow replied, looking as if she would quite gladly punch Mr Farmer in the face.

"Willow, why don't you tell us what happened then." Sherlock suggested, watching Mr Farmer's body language as he quite obviously lied.

"I was in the playground and I wanted to go and play with Lillie but Aaron kept stroking my hair. I told him to stop but he wouldn't. Then he told me I was really pretty and kept stroking my hair so I turned around and hit him." Willow explained.

"Nonsense. Mr Mitchells wouldn't do such a thing." Mr Farmer defended the boy.

"Why? Is it because you're sleeping with his mother behind his father's back?" Sherlock questioned.

"W-What? I don't know what you are talking about Mr Holmes." Mr Farmer stuttered, panic across his face.

"Please don't insult me, Mr Farmer. I'm a Consulting Detective for a reason." Sherlock smirked.

"I-I still don't know what you're talking about though." Mr Farmer continued.

"Are you seriously trying to teach Willow that if a man keeps harassing her, she should take no action and allow it to happen? This will be what you teach her if you allow her to be punished, just because you are sleeping with Mr Mitchells mother. I'll be collecting Willow now and I trust that if another person ever touches her like that, you will encourage her to stop them and not let them continue." Sherlock explained, taking Willow's hand and striding out of the office, leaving Mr Farmer doing a very good impression of a goldfish.


Willow's at Baker Street –SH

What! She's supposed to be at school! –JW

She was asked to leave early –SH

Why?! –JW

I'll explain when you get here –SH

Sherlock slid his phone back in his pocket before pulling the paper towel off of Willow's bloodied knuckles.

"What good was the paper towel supposed do?" Sherlock muttered, throwing it away.

"That's what they do if you get hurt. They put a wet paper towel on it." Willow explained.

Sherlock snorted at the stupidity of the school as he cleaned Willow's cuts and wrapped them up with a bandage before lifting her off of the kitchen counter and onto John's chair.

"Just because you got away with punching Mr Mitchells doesn't mean you can go around hitting the rest of the pupils." Sherlock warned her.

"I know." Willow nodded, running her finger over the bandages.

They sat in silence for a moment or two, thinking about what just happened before Willow piped up.

"I broke his nose, you know." She said, a smile threatening to take over.

"You broke his nose?" Sherlock repeated.

Willow nodded and Sherlock laughed as John rushed into the flat and stared at the two off them.

"What happened? Why isn't Willow at school?" John questioned.

"A boy kept stroking her hair so she broke his nose. No punishment from the school." Sherlock answered.

"You broke a boy's nose?" John gaped at his daughter.

"Yes. Am I in trouble?" Willow asked.

"You said he kept stroking her hair?" John looked to Sherlock again.

"He did, he wouldn't stop." Willow answered.

"Then no, you're not in trouble but don't g around punching people for no reason." John warned her.

Willow nodded as John helped her put her coat back on.

"Bye, Uncle Lock. Thank you." Willow smiled before racing down the stairs.

"You're welcome and it's Sherlock!" Sherlock shouted after her.

"No it's not!" Came Willow's voice from downstairs.

"Thanks, Sherlock." John said to his best friend before catching up with his daughter.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and smiled. Watson's just couldn't stay out of trouble.


A/N This is kind of a long one so yay! Again, sorry for not updating sooner.