Disclaimer: I don't own anything Sherlock-y. or the characters, which is a shame I suppose. This story was an idea I had while anxiously awaiting season 3.

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I didn't notice anything at first. It was a Saturday morning and Father had been working on a case the previous days. He had left the night before which wasn't unusual. It seemed to be his thing, leaving and not returning for a few hours sometimes a few days.

Most of the times Dad wouldn't go with him, there were exceptions of course, once I was older. However, he preferred staying home with me to keep me safe. When I was little I didn't understand why. He would refuse to go with Father; he said he wanted to keep me safe. Sometimes Father would get so sad when Dad said no.

I understand why he wanted to keep me safe.

Fathers work attracts many unstable, wicked men. Dad wanted someone to be home in case, for some reason those men found their way here.

I think Father understands that too.

That previous night Dad received a phone call. I knew something was wrong the minute he answered. I could hear the rigidness in the voice on the opposing end; Dad's features fell a thousand miles a second. He didn't even say a word. He just hung up and ran to his room. When he came back out with his coat on I was scared.

"Dad, what's going on?" I insisted.

He wouldn't say anything.

"Dad! Please! You have to tell me," I ran up behind him and grabbed his shoulder to spin him around. I was taller than him and stronger, I took after my Father in my physical attributes, tall and lean with curly black hair, sharp blue eyes, prominent cheek bones, and I was very agile. "Has it got something to do with Father?" I whispered.

He looked away from me, thus confirming my question with his silence.

"What happened to him?" I was starting to get angry at my Dad.

He took in a deep breath, "Hamish, you remember who to contact in case someone is in the house that shouldn't be?"

I nodded my head.

"Good. You remember all the ninjutsu lessons you went through?"

Of course I did, I was top student and given a scholarship because of my skill in the class.

I nodded my head.

"You need to stay put. Don't leave-"

I cut him off mid sentence " I can't just stay here if something is wrong! I need to help!"

"No! No, no you stay here, make sure Mrs. Hudson is safe. Don't talk to anyone you don't know." He was already walking down the stair case heading to the street.

"I can't just let you leave." I yelled out, as he walked out the door.

So there I was.

Alone.

I don't know what felt worse.

The fact I knew my parents, the two people I loved most in this world, were in danger. A danger I couldn't help to tame. Or that I was alone with my thoughts.

I don't know how Father could stand being alone. It's so…. Lonely.

Everyday Mrs. Hudson would come up for tea and we would chat. It was forced though. We both knew something beyond our control was at works, but what could a little old lady and a 16 year old boy do?

I was beginning to worry by the 3 day without them back. I don't know how I did it but I started researching. Sifting through every paper in the house, the photographs, web history, anything that would give me a clue.

I know that my Father is the world's greatest consulting detective. I know that my Dad worked alongside him. I know how he worked on everything and in the end no one believed him. I can't begin to imagine the pain he felt when his world was tumbling down, and he couldn't stop it. He had to let it happen.

I wasn't able to imagine it, until now.

Now I know what a fraction of it must've felt. And if the pain I feel right now is only a fraction I don't want to know the whole.

It is hell.

As I looked around I began noticing things. I put the pieces of the puzzle together. I was working out what was happening.

My Father had been working on a case that consisted of, stolen jewels, two dead men, an empty car, and the disappearance of one young lady by the name of Jenna Fields. From what I was able to piece together, Jenna was unknowingly smuggling ancient jewels across the border of France and Germany, two assassins were hired to hind her and take the jewels, the empty car was were the two assassins were found dead, both shot in the head and the next Jenna was reported missing.

I had never actually tried solving a case out myself.

It seems rather hard and the patients it requires is a skill I have yet to attain.

But I had to find my parents.

I was on a mission. Who knows where it would lead to, or what the consequence of my actions might be. I had to find my parents.

A/N: to be honest im not quiet sure where this story is leading. i had an idea and just had to write it out. i hope it doesn't turn out badly.

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