Sorry I haven't uploaded sooner, I've been procrastinating because I feel like this story is a no go.

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I'm going to try and make this a good chapter that moves the plot along.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock this is merely a fanfiction I am writing out of love for my favorite fictional character in existence .

Chapter 5

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 what's 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?"

"Yes." I wasn't able to say more. I don't know why but my voice wasn't working, it was like someone had stuffed a wad of cotton in my throat and every time I opened my mouth to speak more, only more cotton was stuffed in. It wasn't like I was doing anything wrong. My parents were in trouble and Lestrade could help. I don't know why there was an instense wave of regret that washed over me.

Was it the thought that I was possibly betraying my Dad's trust?

Was it the fact that I didn't know what to say?

Maybe it was that I had been such a baby and now I need adult help when I was perfectly capable of doing it myself.

Obviously I wasn't able to do it myself, I berated myself. I needed to say something now but I was still lost for words. The only thing I could manage to say was a simple but meaningful, "Help." He had asked me what was wrong and I didn't know what to say because I didn't know what was wrong besides. I had no leads. All I knew was what the background story had been leading up to my Fathers disappearance.

"Hamish, what's going on? Are you at Baker Street? I'll be there in a few don't do anything." His voice was heavy with anguish and concern.

The line dropped after that and I sat there in sullenness, the dead air consuming my presence. There was an interval of time in which I could hear a car door slam and feet slamming on the stair case. Then it was noiseless. That only lasted for a few seconds though. I looked up assessing Lestrade. His hair was graying more than the last time I saw him which was only last month. He had his usual attire of a nice pressed suit and black slacks and a black heavy looking trench coat. His habiliments gave the impression of one who is composed and collected however, his face told a different story. The lines creasing between his brow were deeper than usual, and his brown eyes gleaming with fatherly concern.

He came over to site by me and turned slightly in so our knees were almost touching. I could tell he was out of breath. I looked at him again. I was suddenly very tired and wanted nothing in the world more then to go to bed but I had a mission and that was to find my parents.

"So can you tell me why you called me?" Lestrade questioned. I was still silent trying to assemble the equitable story I was to tell him. He continued to sit there and I could tell he was contemplating standing up. I didn't want him to do that so I spoke expeditiously, slurring the words that tumbled out of my mouth.

"Father went on a case and then Dad got a phone call and I could tell something was wrong and I wanted to help but Dad insisted on me staying here and he said he would be back soon but that was days ago and I haven't heard back and I tried finding them but I was useless and now I'm frustrated and scared and it was either you or Mycroft, I told and I honestly don't want to speak to Mycroft so I called you," I paused taking a deep breath as I had just spit that out of my mouth in one breath. "Please I need your help finding them." The plead was evident in my tired voice, I was desperate to find them.

I missed them so much.

I remember the first time I had felt a sense of panic, induced by my parents. I was six years old and Father had taken Dad and I to a library, so he could find some book that had to do with some case he was working on. Dad brought me to the child's section and I began picking out books. I loved reading and still do. Anyways, I had about ten books piled up around me and I was deeply immersed in them. I remember that the book had something to do with a purple crayon but, that was irrelevant right now. When I looked up from my story Dad was nowhere to be seen. I stood up and ran over to the next aisle of books. He wasn't there. I checked every single one and I couldn't find him. I was about to cry. I ran over the where Father had been previously and he wasn't there either. Now I was full on balling. A librarian rushed over to me and asked me what was wrong. I said I couldn't find my parents and sympathy filled their eyes. The lady took my hand reassuringly and asked me where I had last seen them.

I replied with over by the children's books and she walked me over that way. The tears where still streaming down my cheeks but I wasn't sobbing like I was before. We looked in only two aisles before we found my Dad. He looked scared and frantic.

"Hamish! Where did you get too? I was so terrified!" he ran over to me and knelt down and hugged me and I let go of the nice lady's hand and held on for dear life. My Dad thanked her and smiled apologetically and she, I assumed smiled back, but I was facing the other way so I wasn't too sure of it. Father walked briskly to us and hugged me as well and gave me a stern look. Later I found out that I had not noticed my Dad and Father talking at the end of the aisle.

This of course right now was worse but I needed to over look my feelings of freight.

I almost forgot Lestrade was there when he spoke, "It's okay we'll find them don't worry."

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