A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. But I was busy with school, and my internet broke. So I was without it for almost two weeks.

December 1998

Lestrade was on his way home from work, the clock was 6 pm and he was on his way down the stairs to take the tube back home. It was almost five years since he had last seen Sherlock and Mycroft, and the other kids. He wondered where they was. They had probably left London, other ways he would have seen them by now.

Sherlock would be what? Fourteen years old now? Mycroft would be around twenty-two or twenty-three.

As he came down the stairs and began to walk towards the platform, over again he heard music echoing between the walls.

It couldn't be...could it? He walked towards the sound, the train completely forgotten. Soon he saw the source of the sound. It was a tall, slender boy with dark curly hair and pale skin. As he came closer the boy looked up and smiled at him. Lestrade recognised the icy blue eyes and gasped. It was him, Sherlock was back!

"Hello DI Lestrade,"He said and laughed at Lestrade's shocked look." I thought you would come down here eventually, and if you wonder how I knew about your promotion it was obvious, you was really glad today, when you was walking down the stairs you were humming. It couldn't be because of the weather, it is dreadful, and you usually don't hum so something special has happened. In the left corner of your mouth you have cream...oh, don't worry it does not appear that much. Why would you have been eating cream on work? It is not your birthday...nor anyone else's on your department. So you were celebrating something else. Oh let's see you are really glad today, it is not your birthday, and you were celebrating something at work, you have worked at the Yard for almost ten years and are good at it, and I count the fact that you just talked to your girlfriend on the phone, what could be so important that it couldn't wait? You just got promoted...Congratulations DI Lestrade!"

Lestrade opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again. He didn't know what to respond, that was...brilliant. Sherlock was right, even as he didn't really get how he had known, but he had gotten promoted today.

"Oh that was..." Lestrade stopped for a second, not sure how to describe it"...that was amazing!"

Sherlock didn't answer, only looked at him as if he had said something stupid. He opened and closed his mouth several times without saying anything and then looked away, blushing.

"You really think so?" Sherlock asked shocked."Usually people leave when I do that, or they tell me to piss of..."

"Of course I think Sherlock..." Lestrade said. "It was extraordinary."

Lestrade took a closer look at the boy. He had become really tall in this past five years. He was almost as tall as Lestrade himself, at least 6 feet. He was still slender, but not as thin as he had been before. His dark hair was still long, but not as long as it had been last time. He was dressed in a long coat, he always had coat, and dark jeans. His clothes was whole and clean, and it seemed like Sherlock was in a better condition than last time.

"Where have you been Sherlock?" Lestrade asked after a while," It has been five years, I looked after you."

Sherlock didn't answer immediately, he put the violin back in it's case and looked at Lestrade.

"In Brighton." He said.

"Brighton?!"Lestrade cried "Why?"

"Mycroft got a job..." Sherlock said "so we had to move, it was good there and we could get a apartment. I went to school for the first time. It was dull, but Sammy, Ellie and Jackie liked it. When we moved back, Mycroft and I, they stayed. We got back to London about a week ago, and I will start 8th in January..." Lestrade opened his mouth to speak but Sherlock continued before he could get the chance."...and before you ask... we went back to London because Mycroft got a work here."

They talked for a while, but then Lestrade had to go home. It started to get late and he had promised his girlfriend to go out on a date to celebrate his promotion.

"Do not worry DI Lestrade" Sherlock said and waived at him with the violin bow,"I'll be here tomorrow too."

Sherlock raised his bow and began to play a new piece as Lestrade continued to walk towards the platform.

The next day when DI Lestrede went home from work, he looked after Sherlock at the tube station. But he wasn't there, so Lestrade decided to go home.

Lestrade went out of the tube station and started to walk back home. When he was a block from his flat he heard violin music. He didn't really think about until he reached his flat and saw someone waiting for him outside.

"Hello DI Lestrade!"Sherlock greeted without stopping to play."I knew you would show up eventually."

"What...Sherlock...how do you know where I live?"

"Followed you...yesterday..."Sherlock answered and put down his violin."You might not have noticed it...people are idiots after all..."

Sherlock picked up the violin case and started to walk away down the street. He turned around to look at Lestrede and then he continued down the street. He raised his hand to hail a cab.

"Are you coming DI?"He said laughing."I thought you wanted to know where I lived?"

Lestrede smiled and run up to Sherlock just as the boy climbed into a cab. He climbed in after him and they drove of.

After about ten of fifteen minutes the cab stopped. Sherlock paid the cabbie and they climbed out. As Lestrede went out of the cab Lestrede saw that they were in one of the finer neighbourhoods of London. Sherlock walked up to one of the houses and locked up the door. He showed Lestrede inside, it was huge. They walked trough a living room, that was bigger than Lestrades entire flat, into a kitchen. Lestrade sat down at the table and Sherlock started to make tea.

Well that was new. What kind work had Mycroft? If he could afford to live here, Sherlock hadn't mentioned that they lived with anyone else. But they had to, maybe a relative. Surely Mycroft couldn't afford this on his own. He was what, twenty-four? At the most.

"...Wow..."Lestrade said once he had finished looking around the room."You live here?...really?"

"No I don't...I usually walk into others places, make tea and then I leave...especially when I'm with a cop." Sherlock said ironically."...Of course I live here...I'm not a thief and I had a key remember? Don't be an idiot Lestrade..."

He walked over to the table and sat down opposite Lestrade. He gives Lestrade one of the steaming cups.

"So..."Lestrade said, unsure how to continue, and Sherlock wasn't doing anything to help him. He just stared at him with his pale eyes."...What are Mycroft working with nowadays?"

"He has a minor position at the British Government."Sherlock said,"Quite dull..."

They sat in the kitchen and talked for almost two hours before Lestrade decided to go home. He had a few times tried to talk about Mycroft, but Sherlock had immediately changed the subject. When Lestrade asked him about it, he only said that they had a difficult relationship.

It was sad, Lestrade thought. They had had such an nice relationship when they were younger. Now, they had grown apart.

March 1999

It was an early spring evening and Lestrade was on his way home. He hadn't seen Sherlock in a while now. Almost two weeks. After the meeting in December last year they had met reguarly, once or twice a week. Sometimes, when he hadn't seen Sherlock in a while, he had gone to Sherlock's house. But now it had been two weeks... But he didn't worry, not that much at least. He had talked to Mycroft, who had told him not t worry, because Sherlock could take care of himself, and as long as he showed up at school Mycroft did not worry at all.

"When are you proposing to her?"

Even before Lestrade turned around, he knew who it was. Sherlock, who else could it be? Only he would know something like that without asking. Of course he was right. Wasn't he always?

"How did you-" He turned around and stopped in silence as he saw the state of Sherlock.

The boy was standing a few yards behind him, leaning against the wall. The left side of his face was covered in bruises, and he had a black eye.

"Sherlock...what the hell?" He was almost screaming, walking up to Sherlock."Who did this to you?"

Sherlock shrugged as he touched one of the bruises, but he didn't move away. As Lestrade came closer he saw that Sherlock's whole left side was covered in bruises. Black, dark blue, some getting yellow at the edges.

"God Sherlock..." He gasped. " This is bad...Who was it? Don't tell me you fell, I'll know if you lie to me."

"Some boys at school." Sherlock answered" apparently they didn't like to hear that their girlfriends are cheating on them."

"Do you know their names?"

"Yes..." Sherlock looked at him like he was an idiot. Maybe he was, of course Sherlock knew their names. He knew everything about anyone.

"Will you tell me?" If looks could kill he would be stone dead by now.

"...no..." Sherlock said "Why would I?"

"But you have to press charges on them" Lestrade was getting furious."This is assault!"

"I wont press charges" Sherlock said"Whatt good would it do?" He looked at Lestrade.

"Besides..."he said" I've had worse."

"This has happened before?" Sherlock nodded.

"When? Who did it?"

"About six months ago, last time" Sherlock said. "At school, two older students. Broke one of my ribs, cracked two. A year back I deduced that a boy was cheating at his girlfriend. He broke my nose, cracked a few ribs."

"But this time they managed to brake my fingers" Sherlock continued, holding up his left hand. The three middle fingers were in cast."So I can't play the violin for at least a month. It's a shame."

"Have you talked to Mycroft?" Lestrade didn't need to hear the answer to know it."You should, he would care, you know. He could do something"

"I'm sure he would care, he always care. He never leaves me alone. If he would know, he would have me change school. No thank you. You can't tell him. I fell in the stairs at school, that's what I told him."

"You have to tell him"Lestrade said."Or I will"

For the first time Sherlock sounded angry when he answered.

"If you do, I wont forgive you"He said" You wont see me again, you know I'll be able to hide from you. You would never find me."

"Okay, okay..." Lestrade said" I wont tell him"

"So... When are you proposing?"

A/N: Please, please review so I know what you like and what I can do better.