Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock and the events in this story are all fiction as is all fanfiction.

A/N: I've decided to carry on with this story. At first it was just going to be a one shot but by the time I had written the first chapter, it had gone in a different direction then I was expecting.

I hope you enjoy!

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I was immediately embarrassed.

The memories of last night were slowly creeping in.

Why had I over reacted? I was being thick and only thinking (or not thinking) in the moment. My cheeks burned red at the reminder of the untouched tea on the floor next to where I sat.

Poor Mrs. Hudson. I felt terrible.

As I sat there sulking in my own pathetic misery someone knocked on the door. Now it could only be one other person so I didn't bother asking who it was. My silence apparently didn't give off the impression of wanting to be alone. The door creaked open and in came none other Mrs. Hudson.

"Oh, you're up sweetie?" She said in her quiet, motherly voice. "I brought up some more tea and toast if you get hungry…"

I looked at her and I knew she could still tell something was really bothering me. I never did tell her why I was crying but I felt like she knew anyways. She was smart that way. I could hear her walk towards me, the sound of her thick heels clicking against the wooden flooring. She sat down next to me and put her arm around my shoulders. I slumped forward.

"Do you want to talk about it, love?" she said after a few minutes of rather uncomfortable silence.

I just shook my head in protest. I did not want to talk about of much of an idiot I was yesterday. I couldn't tell her that I thought I could figure out what had happened to them only to end back on Baker Street.

"You do know they aren't…." I looked at her prompting with my eyes to let her go on even though I knew what she was going to say. "You know…"

I knew.

"How?" I dared to utter the first of words of the day. Bad idea on my part because my voice still had that thick sloppy sound.

"Because it would be the news!" she was very happy that I had said something, or it was just because she was Mrs. Hudson.

I mentally slapped myself. Of course it would be in the news. My Father was the Great Sherlock Holmes and my Dad was the blogger John Watson.

And I was just Hamish.

The supposed to be prodigy son.

The too stupid for my Father.

The disappointment to my Dad.

I was just Hamish.

I hated being just Hamish.

When I was younger I hated my name because it sounded like ham mush. I hated ham. My Dad told me that was his middle name and he loved it. Even though I heard him talking about him hating his middle name I would never tell him I heard that. I still don't like my name.

Maybe I could still find my parents….

I would obviously need help since I can't even seem to walk down the street without messing up.

I stood up and hugged the old land lady. She hugged me back.

"Now you go and eat something before you pass out!" she ordered.

I didn't tell her that I was feeling sick to my stomach; I just swallowed as much as I could without throwing up.

I was debating on whether or not to call Lestrade. Dad said it was going to be fine but he also always said that he would be back soon.

Soon was a long time ago.

I picked up my cell phone.

No missed calls.

No new texts.

I pulled up Lestrade's contact but didn't press anything. I wasn't sure if he would be able to help.

Maybe he was on the case too.

Usually Father would say something about him. I hadn't been paying much attention to the things he said, lately. I regret that.

Finally, my better judgment got the best of me and I I called him.

The phone rang once.

Maybe I should hang up.

It rang again.

He probably knows whats going on and he would just find this call annoying.

It rang again.

Yeah, this was a bad idea.

"Hello?" A deep masculine voice said on the other line.

Too late now I guess.

"Um, hi…"

"Hamish? Is that you?"

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