A few days later, Daddy and John were walking across the stage of the theatre while police officers were wondering around

" So, what's this one? "Belly Button Murders"?" Daddy commented as the drew nearer to me. I could hear them down the hall, I was standing next to Lestrade.

"The Navel Treatment"?" I heard John reply.

'Mmm" They walked backstage and met up with me and Lestrade. They continued walking and Lestrade and I walked with them on our way to the exit.

"There's a lot of press outside, guys." He was telling me about it before daddy and John came over.

" Well, they won't be interested in us." Daddy said

"Yeah, that was before you were an internet phenomenon. A couple of them specifically wanted photographs of you three." 'Three? Why would they want pictures of me?'

"For God's sake!" Daddy glared at John. John slipped a smile as we walked on. Then Daddy spotted some costumes on a rack just inside a nearby dressing room, so he walked in and grabbed three hats for us.

" John, Jenny, "He tossed a cap at him and a fedora at me, "Cover your faces and walk fast." I put on the hat and it fell over my face. It felt like something I had done before.

"Still, it's good for the public image, a big case like this." Said Lestrade.

" I'm a private detective. The last thing I need is a public image." Daddy replied smartly. He put on the other hat that he had picked up, a deerstalker, and headed out the exit door. He pulled the hat as low as possible over his eyes and tugged the collar of his coat up. I just his underneath my hat and walkedout behind him and John fallowed me. Outside, photographers started taking pictures of us.

Later on, some of the pictures had been used in many different newspapers with stupid headlines such as "Hat-man, Robin, and Hat-girl: The Web Detectives" , "Sherlock Net 'Tec", "Sherlock , John & Jenny: Blogger Detectives" and "Sherlock Holmes: net phenomenon". I don't know why they were even crediting me, I didn't do anything really.

About a week later, I was coming home from school ( Jessica had brought me home on her way to work) when I heard Mrs. Hudson upstairs. I was about to go into the kitchen when I heard her.

"Oh, thumbs." Then I heard a thump like she had just dropped them back into the fridge. I started to go into the kitchen again when this time an overweight man passed me and went into the flat. I quickly followed him into the flat. Mrs. Hudson sat there in the kitchen wide-eyed at the man.

"The door was ... the door was ..." He started to breath heavily, then he collapsed onto the floor. Mrs. Hudson stared at him for a mument and then looked back up at me.

"Boys, you've got another one!"

"Ooh!" Mrs. Hudson exclaimed after seeing the unconscious man.

About an hour later, the man (whose name was Phil) had regained consciousness and was sitting on a dining chair facing the fireplace with a rather blank stare in his eyes. John and I were sitting on the sofa behind him and Daddy was pacing in front of him.

"Tell us from the start. Don't be boring." Daddy said.

Phil started telling us about what had happened 14 hours earlier. Somewhere out in the country side, Phil's car had broken down. He had tried to start the engine for the tenth time but it just refused to start. He had gotten out to check under the hood. He had looked around to see if there was anyone who could've helped him. He saw a man in a red jacket in the nearby field. So Phil had decided to try and start his car once again. That time the car had backfired and when Phil looked across the field again he saw that the man in the red jacket was now laying on the ground. He got out of his car and called for him. When the man didn't respond, Phil started to walk closer to him. At one point he had realized that the man was dead. Then he called his local police and got to our flat as quickly as he could.

3rd Person's P.O.V.

A couple hours later, a crime scene had been set up at the river side. A younger police officer brought a mobile phone over to DI Carter..

"Sir, phone call for you." He handed the phone over to DI Carter.

"Carter." He said into the phone

"Have you heard of Sherlock Holmes?" DI Lestrade was on the other end.

"Who?"

" Well, you're about to meet him now. This is your case. It's entirely up to you. This is just friendly advice, but give Sherlock five minutes on your crime scene and listen to everything that he has to say. And as far as possible, try not to punch him."

While Lestrade had been speaking, a car had driven up and stopped near the crime scene. Carter looked at the phone as Lestrade ended the call. The young police officer that had given the phone to Carter had been leaning into the car speaking to the person in the back seat.

"Okay." He said to the person. He turned to Carter as he approached. "Sir, this gentleman says he needs to speak to you."

"Yes, I know," He walked closer to the car, "Sherlock Holmes."

"John Watson and Jenny Holmes. Are you set up for Wi-Fi?"

Jenny's P.O.V.

I had just woken up when John told me it was time to get out of the car.

"Sherlock Holmes." A man dressed in a black jacket like Lestrade's came up to us.

"John Watson and Jenny Holmes. Are you set up for Wi-Fi?"

On the computer screen I could see daddy walking out from the hallway into the kitchen with only a towel wrapped around him.

"You realize that this is a tiny bit humiliating?" John ask daddy as he carried the laptop around the crimes scene. Normally I wouldn't have come, but sometimes I do like going around solving mysteries, plus I get to skip school. it's just so boring sometimes.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Daddy replied. John was in front of me so I couldn't see what daddy was doing.

" Now, show me to the stream." Daddy continues.

"I didn't really mean for you."

" Look, this is a six. There's no point in my leaving the flat for anything less than a seven. We agreed. Now, go back. Show me the grass."

John and I walked down to the stream and John pointed the camera on his laptop down towards the grass.

"When did we agree that?"

"You agreed it yesterday I heard it." I said as daddy yelled at John.

"Stop! Closer." Instead of following his instructions, John swung the laptop around so that he could look into the camera.

"I wasn't even at home yesterday. I was in Dublin."

" Well, it's hardly my fault you weren't listening unlike Jenny." Then I heard the doorbell ring in the background. Sherlock briefly looked round in the direction of the stairs. "Shut up!"

" D'you just carry on talking when I'm away?"

"Yes." I said the same time daddy talked.

" I don't know. How often are you away? Now, show me the car that backfired." Sighing, John stood up and turned the laptop towards the road to show Phil's car.

"It's there."

"That's the one that made the noise, yes?"

"Yeah. And if you're thinking gunshot, there wasn't one. He wasn't shot; he was killed by a single blow to the back of the head from a blunt instrument which then magically disappeared along with the killer. That's gotta be an eight at least."

"No it's only a six. Easy really, right daddy?" I asked. Daddy leaned back in his chair and was running his finger back and forth over his top lip as he was thinking. As John walked back towards the road, Carter follows along behind him.

"Right Jenny." Daddy said, putting the pieces together. He would've been faster if he was there in person.

"You've got two more minutes, then I want to know more about the driver."

"Oh, forget him. He's an idiot. Why else would he think himself a suspect?" Daddy waved his hand dismissively. Carter caught up to us and leaned over John to look into the camera.

"I think he's a suspect!" he retorted angrily. Daddy leaned forward angrily.

"Pass me over."

" All right, but there's a Mute button and I will use it."

"Up a bit! I'm not talking from down 'ere!" John had had enough of Daddy ad basically shovethe laptop at Carter.

"Okay, just take it, take it."

Carter took the laptop as daddy started talking at a fast pace.

"Having driven to an isolated location and successfully committed a crime without a single witness, why would he then call the police and consult a detective? Fair play?!"

"He's trying to be clever. It's over-confidence." Carter tried to argue. I sat back and watched them fight, I knew daddy was right and was going to win.

"Did you see him? Morbidly obese, the undisguised halitosis of a single man living on his own, the right sleeve of an internet porn addict and the breathing pattern of an untreated heart condition. Low self-esteem, tiny IQ and a limited life expectancy – and you think he's an audacious criminal mastermind?!" daddy laughed. He then turned around in his chair to Phil, who had been sitting behind him the entire time. "Don't worry – this is just stupid."

"What did you say? Heart what?" Phil asked anxiously. Ignoring him, daddy turned back round to the camera.

"Go to the stream."

" What's in the stream?" Carter stupidly asked

"Go and see."I replied walking in front of him.

"Do the smart thing and listen to the six year old." Carter looked offended as he handed the laptop back to John. Since John was a lot taller than me, I couldn't see the screen but I could hear Mrs. Hudson on it.

"Sherlock! You weren't answering your doorbell!"

"His room's through the back. Get him some clothes." A strange voice came over.

"Who the hell are you?" daddy asked.

"Sorry, Mr. Holmes. You're coming with us." Replied the voice.

" Sherlock, what's going on? What's happening?" John asked. I could see that his screen went black and in response to it John was hitting the keyboard frantically. "I've lost him. I don't know what ..." a young police officer came over with a phone to his ear.

"Doctor Watson?"

"Yeah." John answered without looking up.

"It's for you."

"Okay, thanks." He reached for the phone without looking up, but I just tugged on his pants because there was a helicopter landing in the field behind us.

"Uh, no, sir. The helicopter." They both turned around to look at the landing helicopter.

We had gotten on to the helicopter and were flying over London. I was having a lot of fun but when I looked to John, I could see that he was frowning at the ground. We were approaching Buckingham palace as the pilot spoke into the comms.

After we had landed, we were being shown to an enormous hall with massive crystal chandeliers hanging proudly from the ceiling. John looked around for a moment, then followed me and the escort to a room off to the side. The escort walked away while we walked in. Daddy was already in there, sitting in his sheet, with his clothes in front of him on the round table. He was sitting on one of the two couches that were facing each other. He looked up towards John and me. John holds out his hands in a "What the hell?" gesture. Daddy shrugged disinterested and looked away again. Nodding in a resigned way, John walked slowly into the room, then sat down on the sofa beside his friend. I jumped on to the couch between them. He gazed in front of himself for a moment, holding back a laugh, looks around the room again and then looked at me then at daddy. he looked down at daddy's before turning his head away.

"Are you wearing any pants?" was the first thing that he had said to daddy since we came here.

"No."

"Okay." John said quickly. He sighed quietly. A moment later daddy turned and looked at John and me just as we also turn to look. John and daddy's eyes meet and we burst out laughing.

"At Buckingham Palace, fine," he gestures around the room while trying to get himself under control. "Oh, I'm seriously fighting an impulse to steal an ashtray." Daddy chuckled again. "What are we doing here, Sherlock? Seriously, what?"

"I don't know." Daddy replied smiling.

"Here to see the Queen?" I asked. At that moment Mycroft walked in from the next room over.

"Oh, apparently yes." We started laughing again. Mycroft stood there exasperated.

"Just once, can you two behave like grown-ups? Jenny's more mature than the both of you and she's six."

"We solve crimes, I blog about it and he forgets his pants, so I wouldn't hold out too much hope." Daddy looked up at uncle Mycroft withal the laughter drained from his face.

"I was in the middle of a case, Mycroft."

"What, the hiker and the backfire? I glanced at the police report. Bit obvious, surely?"

"Transparent." John looked confused.

"Time to move on, then." Mycroft bent down and picked up the clothes that were in front of daddy and turned to offer them to daddy. daddy just looked at him while he sighed.

"We are in Buckingham Palace, the very heart of the British nation. Sherlock Holmes, put your trousers on!"

"What for?" daddy shrugged.

"Your client."

"And my client is?" Daddy stood up.

"Illustrious … in the extreme." Daddy looked to see anew man walk into the room and John stood up respectfully. "And remaining – I have to inform you – entirely anonymous." The man looked over to Mycroft. "Mycroft!"

"Harry." Smiling, Mycroft walked over and shook the 'Harry's' hand. "May I just apologize for the state of my little brother?"

"Full-time occupation, I imagine." The comment made daddy scowl. "And this must be Doctor John Watson, formerly of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers."

"Hello, yes." John shook his hand.

"And Miss Jenny Holmes." He shook my hand as well. His hand was a lot bigger than mine and it was kind of sweaty to say the least.

"My employer is a tremendous fan of your blog." He turned back to John.

"Your employer?"

"Particularly enjoyed the one about the aluminium crutch."

"Thank you!" He looked back at daddy and cleared his throat smugly.

"And Mr. Holmes the younger. You look taller in your photographs." Harry walked closer to Daddy.

"I take the precaution of a good coat and a short friend." He looked at John for a moment and then abruptly walked past him towards his brother.

"Mycroft, I don't do anonymous clients. I'm used to mystery at one end of my cases. Both ends is too much work." He look round to Harry.

"Good morning." He started to walk past Mycroft out of the room but Mycroft stepped on the edge of daddy's sheet that was trailing on the floor. The sheet started to fall but daddy caught it just at the bottom of his back. Daddy tried to tug the sheet back around him, looking furious.

"This is a matter of national importance. Grow up." Mycroft told his brother.

"Get off my sheet!"

"Or what?"

"Or I'll just walk away."

"I'll let you."

"Boys, please. Not here." John butted in.

"Who. Is. My. Client?" Daddy yelled

"Take a look at where you're standing and make a deduction. You are to be engaged by the highest in the land. Now for God's sake!" He yelled the last part. He looked at Harry, trying to get his anger under control. " … put your clothes on!" Daddy took in a sharp breath.

While daddy was getting dressed, Jessica had shown up at the palace. Mycroft said he had called her in to take me home because apparently the case that Mycroft has for daddy and John isn't appropriate for me. But now Jessica and I were at the park where I had met Mr. Smith. I was swinging on the swings when saw that Jessica was talking to some lady with blonde curly hair. I jumped off the swings and some other kid got on it. I was walking closer to Jessica and the lady when the lady noticed me.

"This must be Jenny, right?" she looked back at Jessica.

"Yeah, Jenny this is my mum."

"It's nice to meet you." I shook Jessica's mum's hand. Something felt familiar about her. "Jessica, can we go get some ice cream now?"

"Yeah sure, mum do you want to join us?"

"Of course, let's go."

Jessica's P.O.V.

I was talking to mum when she suddenly stopped and looked the other way.

"This must be Jenny, right?"she looked back at me.

"Yeah, Jenny this is my mum." Do you know how weird it is introducing yourself to your own mum?

"It's nice to meet you." Jenny she mum's hand and turned to me. "Jessica, can we go get ice cream now?" I was in the mood for ice cream, why not?

"Yeah sure, mum do you want to come?" Of course she would, she never turned down ice cream.

"Of course, let's go." I grabbed Jenny's hand and we started to walk down the street to the nearest ice cream shop.

"Jessie, I hope you know I don't have any money on me."

"I know mum, but I do because I actually have a job."

"Oh yeah, you're working for Scotland Yard."

"New Scotland Yard, but yeah. I'm in the homicide division."

"The homicide division? Do you carry a gun?" I just smiled at my mum.

"Yes mum, I do."

"That's my girl, though your dad would never approve of it."

"Exactly why I didn't tell him." Jenny had zoned out of our conversation while ago and was in her own little world. But when we got to the ice cream shop she let go of my hand and quickly ran in line.

"Come on, hurry up." She said anxiously.

"You aren't very patient in this regeneration." Mum said to me quietly.

"Oh, give me a break mum, I had the mind of a six year old human. Of course I wasn't very patient."

"So Jenny," mum started a conversation with her while I ordered the ice cream. "why aren't you in school?"

"Because I was helping my daddy and uncle with a mystery today."

"Oh really, what happened?"

"A man was murdered with a blunt object to the head but there was no killer or murder weapon. But there was a witness, I guess. He was there but he didn't see how the man was killed. He thought himself to be a suspect. His car had backfired and the hiker had looked toward the noise and was hit in the head with the boomerang that he had thrown moments before. But the man with the car never saw the boomerang and it got washed downstream. I really liked it, it was fun to figure out." Mum looked up at me as I walked toward them with the ice cream.

"She sure is a smart kid." She nudged me with her elbow.

"Yup, mum, she is."Jenny just smiled and took her strawberry ice cream. I gave mum her banana ice cream and started eating my frozen custard.

"Hey mum, do you know what this would be good with?" I asked her with a smile on my face.

"Oh, you are so much like your dad." She smiled back. Jenny sat there confused.

"What would it be good with Jessica?"

"Uh, oh. My dad likes to eat fish finger and custard, and it actually isn't that bad. I'd bet you'd like it."

"Fish fingers and custard, that's weird." She laughed and started skipping in front of us.

"Finally, a normal you." Mum joked.