September 1993

During the years since he had met Sherlock and the children, he had been looking for them. He had looked for any of the children in the tubes, in old houses. He had even asked other homeless if they knew anything about the homeless children. But he had got nothing.

One early afternoon he saw someone though. He was walking home from the tube when he saw two young children walking a few yards ahead of him. Both of them were carrying violin cases and had dirty clothes that was to big for them. They soon stopped and picked up their violins and started to play.

As he got closer, he recognised the children. It was two of the children he had met with Sherlock. Ellie and...Sam? Samuel? Sammy it was. They looked like they were around six years old now. He wondered were they had been, this past two years. If they had been in London. Where they lived now...

The two children looked up, and they saw him. Before he could do anything to stop them, they had picked up their violin cases, and started to run away, down the street. He tried to caught up with them but they disappeared around a corner and he didn't know where they went afterwards.

January 1994

It was early the Christmas morning, Sergeant Lestrade was going to work. It was a shame thet he had to work at Christmas, but someone had to. As usual, the tube station was empty at this time in the morning.

But just as the morning three years ago, as he went up the stairs, he heard music. It was the slowly tunes of a violin, echoing between the walls. And just as the last time he walked towards the sound. Could it be...

He walked around a corner, yes it was... Sherlock stood there, alone like last time. He was longer then before, he had grown at least 8 inches. His curly dark hair was longer than ever, and reached his shoulders. He wore a black long coat, just like the first time they met. He also had the blue scarf. He looked up as he heard Lestrade coming towards him. The Sergeant saw that he was skinnier than ever, and he had dark shadows under his eyes.

"Oh...Hello Sergeant..."

Sherlock continued to play. The piece he played was slow, sad. The boy looked sad too. Lestrade stopped in front of him, and listened to the music. It was a beautiful piece. But it was really sad. It looked like...the boy let out his feelings trough the music.

Sherlock finished the piece. He looked at Lestrade again, and the Sergeant saw that he had tears in his eyes. Then, suddenly the boy lay down the violin an its case and run up to him. The little boy threw his arms around Lestrade's waist. Lestrade lay his arms around the boy and hugged him back.

"What is it Sherlock? What has happened...?" he fell to his knees in front of the crying boy "...hey...look at me... What is it Sherlock?"

Sherlock looked up at him and met his gaze. The icy blue eyes looked straight at him, straight trough him.

"Myc-...Mycroft is...he's gone..."The little boy sobbed."...I don't...know where he is..."

Lestrade pulled Sherlock closer, hugging him harder.

"Okay Sherlock...tell me what happened" he said as calm as he could, looking down at the boy."How long has he been missing?"

"He...never...came 'ome yesterday..."Sherlock looked back up at him."He said that he would get home...at five...but he never did."

The little boy continued to sob, and Lestrade didn't really know what to do. He really had to go to work. But he couldn't just leave Sherlock alone. He had become quite fond of the little boy.

"Okay...Sherlock..."He said standing up and taking he boy's hand in his."You show me where you live, and I promise that I'll help you find your brother, okay?"

The boy nodded and picked up the violin case and together they walked up the stairs and out on the street. They turned into an alley and over again he found himself guided through a labyrinth of back alleys and small streets.

This time they didn't walk for long before Sherlock suddenly stopped before an old warehouse. They walked around it to the back of the house. There it was a small shed and they walked inside.

The inside of the shed was messy, really messy. The floor was covered in old newspapers and along the walls were old blankets and clothes. There where only three other people inside beside from them. It was the two young children he had seen last year year, Sammy and Ellie, and one of the other boys who was about the same age as Sherlock, maybe a year younger.

"Hello...Sammy, Ellie... Jackie..." Sherlock greeted, not sounding very happy."Have you seen Mycroft?" Neither of them answered nor even moved.

At last Jackie looked up. He shook his head slowly. Sherlock suddenly looked much sadder than before. He sat down beside the others and draw one of the blankets around him.

"Where are the others Sherlock?" Lestrade sat down in front of the children.

"They're gone..." come the answer and Lestrade looked at the boy confused."The social service got them..."

"All of them? Are you sure?" Lestrade asked.

The children nodded. He signed, maybe that was good, but it seemed like it only had made the situation worse for the kids. They looked skinnier than the last time, and all of them had dark shadows under their eyes. They where pale and their clothes was dirty and smelled awful.

It was ice cold inside the shed. The last house had been warm but this, it was freezing. Lestrade started shivering just by thinking about sleeping in there.

Suddenly the door to the shed opened, and the icy wind blow inside. Lestrade turned around and saw a young man, or maybe an old boy walking inside. He looked like he was around eighteen years old and he carried a big box in his arms.

"Mycroft!"Sherlock cried and he run up to the young man, jumping into his arms."You're back! I thought something had happened to you..."

Mycroft dropped the box and wrapped his arms around the little boy.

"Of course I am back...I always come back Sherlock" he held the crying boy tight against his chest and stroke his hair."I always come back Sherlock...I would never leave you...ever...nothing will happen to me..."

He put Sherlock down and picked up the box again. He gave it to Sherlock with a smile on his face.

"Happy birthday brother dear!" he whispered and pulled the now smiling boy into a hug.

AN: the song I imagined that Sherlock played at the tube station this time is Sad Romance by Thao Nguyen Xanh watch?v=QuNhTLVgV2Y&feature=related