One little boy

A/N hey guys thanks for sticking with this :D and Sherlock. This will get pretty dark and it has to before Sherlock can heal.

Chapter 11

Sherlock woke early the next morning. This was not his usual sleeping spot. "Morning Sherlock" Sherlock turned to see Detective Inspector Lestrade walking back from the kitchen with two steaming mugs of coffee. "How are you?"

"Feel like crap how much did I say last night?" Lestrade hesitated, then sighed. "You started telling me about Skye" Sherlock stiffened but nodded "Well we came to the house and I was pulled out of the boot of the car and led inside. They didn't pull off the black sack over my head I was led down a long hallway I was pulled into a room and the sack was removed. There was Skye, she was so small with brown hair and wide eyes. Her parents had tied her up and gagged her she was terrified but stayed silent. "Kill her or we'll blow your brains out!"

"No"

they grabbed me and forced me too my knees. Sherlock rolled up his shirt, there were all sorts of marks on his arms, crisscrossing whip marks and small interlaced burns "Oh God Sherlock" Lestrade gasped. I still didn't do it they got impatient and drew out a knife

"Do it or you'll join her"

"NO!"

they forced the knife into my hand and put a gun to my temple.

"Now"

I heard the gun cocked and knew they were serious. I looked at Skye, she was no longer scared but determined she blinked at me yes in morse code I killed her.

Sherlock was was in shock. "What did you do with the body?"

"Buried it in the yard under the bushes"

"The parents?"

"They shot themselves after" Sherlock looked truly miserable "Your going to arrest me aren't you?" Lestrade was conflicted he had to bound by the law to arrest Sherlock. "No, no I'm not going to arrest you Sherlock I can't in all good moral consciousness arrest you" Sherlock looked confused "you won't arrest me?" Lestrade smiled at him."Thank you for telling me now relax Sherlock" Sherlock smiled. "I'll be out of your flat tomorrow" Lestrade was shocked. "What?"

"I'll leave tomorrow I'm sorry for inconveniencing you in this way"

Lestrade shook his head. "No you'll stay with me"

"I am not a charity case!"

"you think I am doing this out of charity?"

"Oh course your doing this for charity"

"Do you trust anyone?"

Sherlocks silence told Lestrade everything.

"Have you studied forensics or any form of science?"

"I majored in forensic science" Lestrade looked momentarily surprised but recovered himself. "Why did you never pursue it?"

"No one would hire me" Lestrade didn't find that hard to believe.

"Your wondering whether I have always been this way or if some trauma made me this bitter and mistrustful" Lestrade had the good graces to look sheepish. Sherlock's shirt had slightly ridden up, enough that Lestrade could see a word carved into his back. FREAK

"Did your father do that too you?" Sherlocks eyes were suddenly fierce. "What do you mean my father do what?" then comprehension dawned.

"How old were you?"

"Twelve"

"Twelve your father scarred you at twelve?"

"I had just told my fathers business partners his wife was cheating on him. father found me hiding" Lestrade looked at him. "Did you ever press charges?"

"no"

"why not?"

"He was and still is my father and I couldn't hurt Mummy that way"

"Did she ever know?"

"She didn't really know she caught him hitting me but no she never really knew"

"Is he still alive?" Sherlock nodded, Lestrade looked at the clock. "Oh shit sorry Sherlock I have to go to work" Sherlock didn't look surprised, Lestrade looked at him, "Promise me you won't run I really want to help you" Sherlock nodded.

Lestrade walked out the door praying he would stay.