Hello everyone, are you ready for some angst. I don't write stories about hate that often so I felt we needed a little change. This story mentions abuse so if you aren't comfortable reading this DON'T. ENJOY

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Sherlock rubbed the sleep from his eyes and rolled over to answer his phone. Who in the heck was calling him at, Sherlock looked at the time, 3 in the fricken morning. He slid open the phone and saw the name flashing on the screen

Pricilla Anderson

It must be important if Pricilla was calling him instead of Remington, especially at this hour. Sherlock tapped the talk button and lifted the phone to his ear.

"Pricilla" he said. Sherlock heard shallow breathing on the other end of the phone and small whimpers, something was defiantly wrong.

"Mr. Holmes" Pricilla painfully whispered into the phone.

"What is the matter Pricilla" he said with concern. He heard her begin to cry and Sherlock immediately got up out of bed and began to shove on some clothes.

"Help me, please" she said. Sherlock was hurrying as fast as he could. Suddenly he heard yelling and screaming on the other end and the phone call ended. He has no time to waste. Sherlock went over to his bedside table and opened the bottom drawer. He pulled out his gun and made sure that it was loaded. Molly began to stir and the sound of the gun and quickly lifted herself up.

"What are you doing Sherlock" she asked. She got one look at the gun and the expression on is face and her mind cleared up.

"Sherlock what's wrong" she asked. Sherlock didn't pay attention to her and he began to walked out of the room. Just before he left though he turned around.

"Get the first aid kit out, we will be needing it" he told her. Molly just shook here head yes and Sherlock left. Sherlock bounded down the stairs and ran out the door. He quickly looked around and remembered he had no idea where to go. Sherlock closed his eyes and want into his mind palace. Her voice wasn't very amplified, she was under some furniture, a desk or behind a couch. This means she was in a house of some kind. She could be at a friends house, or her own. The yelling came from a man and Pricilla herself. Sherlock knew where she was now, and he was going to maim or serious injury that...idiot. He quickly hailed a cab and climbed in.

"7 Lauderdale Road, and quickly" he told the driver. The driver nodded his head and began to weave his way rough London traffic, London was still busy even at this time of night. Sherlock had some time to think about how he was going to handle this situation. He could go in, and demand people about. He could calmly go in and make sure that everything was in order. He could call Lestrade right now and have this all on the local news. Sherlock decided it was best to keep this between himself and Pricilla, no body wanted bad press. After about 9 minutes the cab driver pulled up to the destined spot and Sherlock payed him. Sherlock quickly ran out into the side walk and made his was to the terraced house on the very end. Sherlock jogged up a few steps and banged on the door. He heard nothing, but Sherlock knew better. He banged n the door again and again.

"OPEN UP" he yelled. He stopped and heard nothing yet again. Sherlock was considering about kicking the door in when finally a man came to the door and opened it.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GOING ON ABOUT" the man yelled at Sherlock. Sherlock pushed his way past him and looked around the house. It was clean, devoid of all evidence, at least to the untrained eye.

"OI, YOU CAN'T JUST BARGE INTO MY HOUSE AT 3 IN THE MORNING, EXPLAIN YOURSELF" he yelled at him again. Sherlock didn't listen to him and he continued to look around the house. There where some papers stacked up on a nearby dining table and the carpet had two set of tracks running through it. He looked toward the kitchen and saw opened pizza boxes.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE" the man yelled as he attempted to shove Sherlock out.

"Shut up Anderson" Sherlock said as he brushed him off. He saw Anderson to for a kitchen cabinet, obviously for his hidden gun. Sherlock quickly pulled his gun out and pointed it at the dull forensics worker.

"I wouldn't do that if I where you" he told him. Anderson turned around and saw that Sherlock had a gun trained on him. He out his hands up like the coward he was and slowly made his ways back into the living room.

"How long has you wife and son been away" Sherlock asked him.

"How did you possibly know that" he asked.

"Simple. The papers in your dinning table gave me the first clue. The third paper from the bottom a a permission slip for an overnight school trip for your son's band team. Secondly the tracks in the carpet, there are two sets telling me that your son and wife are gone on this trip. Thirdly there are pizza boxes in your kitchen suggesting that your wife wasn't here to cook the family a meal" Sherlock told him as Anderson just gave him a dumb look.

"Sooo, it just you a Pricilla...all alone in this house" Sherlock said, he saw Anderson's throat tighten up.

"Yeah, she wanted to go over to a friends house but I said no" he told Sherlock.

"Why, did you want to have some quality daddy daughter time" Sherlock said coldly.

"No...she wanted to go over to your house. I'm not letting her spend the night with her boyfriend, especially when it's your kid" Anderson said.

"She was trying to go to the only place she felt safe. She knows what happens when you two are left alone. She was trying to save herself" Sherlock told him. Anderson's hands balled up into fists and his face turned red.

"She knows better than to try and sneak out" Anderson said. It was all coming together for Sherlock now.

"She still tried it get away from you. She tried sneaking out when you where asleep, but you woke up didn't you. How dare she disobey you, you told her not to go says but she just didn't listen. You didn't know that she had called for help though, before you got your hands on her...you sick bastard" Sherlock deduced. Anderson was taking deep breathes.

"Pricilla" Sherlock yelled into the house.

"It's safe Pricilla, I swear" Sherlock told her. Sherlock heard nothing. It scared him more than anything, what had he some to her.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER" Sherlock yelled at Anderson as he made his way closer to him.

"Nothing I swear" Anderson said as he collapsed in the floor. Sherlock lowered his gun to rest on his temple and just waited for him to make one move.

"I'm ok" said a faint voice from the hall. Sherlock turned to look at her direction and it was Pricilla. She was banged up, but she was alive. Anderson saw this as his moment and tried to grab the gun out of Sherlock's hand. He made a move for it and pulled himself up by Sherlock's arm. When he had gotten up Sherlock swiveled around and gave him a good hearty head butt. Anderson went down clutching at his head.

"Come here Pricilla" Sherlock said as we waved Pricilla over. She quickly ran over it him and buried herself under his arm.

"Don't go with him Prissy, he'll hurt you" said Anderson.

"As opposed to you, your my own bloody father and you back handed me across the room without blinking an eye" she said. Sherlock needed to get her out of here. Sherlock guided he out of the house and he closed the door behind them. He helped her down the steps and out onto the street. Sherlock hailed another cab and it quickly came. They both climbed in and Pricilla did her best to hide her face from the cabbie.

"221 B Baker Street" he told him. The cab started to move and Sherlock looked towards the teenager. He couldn't tell the full extent of the damage, but she seemed to have several cuts and gashes on her face and arms. Possible broken nose, maybe a cracked ulna.

"Why aren't we going to a hospital" Pricilla asked.

"Do you want to explain to them how you got this way" he asked her. Pricilla shook her head no.

"Besides I trust Molly to give you better care than any of those silly doctors" he told Pricilla.

"Yeah she's pretty cool" Pricilla said. They sat in silence for a while, until Pricilla got the courage to speak.

"Thank you...for doing what you did" she said.

"Your welcome, besides Remington really seems to love you, I wouldn't want my future daughter in law to be hurt" Sherlock said as he looked out the window. This took Pricilla by surprise.

"Remington wants it marry me" she asked.

"He hasn't said so, but it's painfully obvious that he cares a great deal for you, I would be shocked if he didn't ask you to marry him" Sherlock said.

"Would you say yes" Sherlock asked.

"Huh" Pricilla said.

"If he asked you to marry him...would you say yes. He is a annoying git most of the time, takes after me" Sherlock said.

"He is... a handful, but I love him because of that. He is caring when he wants to be and that's all I need. Besides he is no more an annoying git than my dad and brother are" she said.

"I highly doubt that your father is even human" Sherlock said.

"And the way Remington, Wellie, Livy, and even yourself do your amazing deductions reminds me of Spock and thats extremely sexy to me" she said trying to make him laugh.

" I wouldn't tell Remington that you found his brothers and father sexy" Sherlock said.

"Oh no, Wellie's to serious, Livy's too mild, and Remington's mom would kill me if I so much as flirted with you" she said. Sherlock chuckled to himself, Molly silly lady. Just then the cabbie pulled up the 221 B. Sherlock payed him and he carefully help Pricilla out. She winced a couple of times and eventually she was out. They hobbled their way up to the door, he opened it, and let her inside. Molly was waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs and when caught sight of Pricilla she almost dropped the first aid kit she was holding.

"Oh my g..." She said.

"I'm beautiful I know" Pricilla said trying to lighten the situation. Molly quickly got over the shock and led Pricilla up the stairs into the living room. Molly set her down on the couch and began to work on her. Sherlock walked down the hallway and went to the very first door. He slowly opened it and slid himself inside. The room had three beds all in a row and Sherlock made his was to the one in the middle. He put his hand on the sleeping pile on the bed and shook its shoulder.

"Wake up" he whispered to the pile.

"But detective I swear that's not my shock gun" mumbled the sleeping teen.

"Remington wake up" Sherlock said as he shook him vigorously.

"It's just a cantaloupe nobody will even miss it" Remington mumbled again. This time Sherlock flicked him on the forehead and Remington jolted awake.

"Huh what" he said. Sherlock shushed him.

"Listen to me, Pricilla is in the living room. She been beaten pretty badly and your mum is sewing her up. She needs you right now" Sherlock told his son. Remington's eyes grew worried and angry at the same time and he rushed out of bed. He ran out of the room and rushed down the hallway. Sherlock followed him and closed the bedroom door behind him. He saw Remington rushed over to Pricilla and he saw Pricilla collapse into his arms. Her nose was now covered in bandages and it was already starting to bruise.

"It's ok baby I'm right here" he whispered to her. Pricilla just cried into his shoulder. Molly got up from her spot on the couch and motioned for Sherlock to follow her. He followed her down the hall towards their bedroom. Molly went inside and quickly shut the door behind them. Molly quickly started to tear up.

"What happen Sherlock, I thought you had gotten a call or something" she said.

"Pricilla called me. Anderson was about to get ahold of her and I got her out of the house" he recounted.

"She's pretty torn up. Two cuts on her forehead and cheek have to have a couple of stitches. Her nose is certainly broken and she has a cut on her stomach that's going to scar" Molly said. Her voice got fainter and fainter with each injury. Besides her nose nothing else was broken, just cuts and bruises.

"We can't send her back Sherlock" Molly said.

"I don't know what we can do Molly. Anderson isn't going to stop what's he's doing just because his wife and son are there" Sherlock said.

"I know, I see Wilhelma come to work with bruises all up and down her legs and arms. We need to tell Lestrade" she said.

"But she is just going to get shoved into foster care and get bounced from house to house" he told her.

"its better than living with Anderson" she said.

"she is certainly going to get separated from her brother. No one will take two teenagers in at the same time" he told her.

"Could we possibly take them in" Molly asked. Sherlock shook his head

"I don't think we can deal with five children Molly, no matter how much she means to us" he told her. Molly started to pace the room.

"What about John and Mary" she asked.

"That's quite presumptuous" he told her. Suddenly they heard a knock on the door and in walked Remington.

"Hey mom where so we keep the Advil" he asked. Molly shook her head.

"I'll get it you'll never find it" she said as she hurriedly walked out of the room. Sherlock and Remmy followed behind her. Molly walked into the kitchen and pulled a small bottle of Advil from a top cabinet. She walked over to Pricilla and opened the bottle.

"We'll start you out with one, see how it goes" she said. Pricilla took the pill and swallowed it dry. Sherlock picked up his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.

"Who are you calling" Pricilla asked out of curiosity.

"Lestrade" he said. Priscilla's head quickly shot up and shook her head.

"No I don't want the police involved" She said.

"Cilla, he beat you and broke your nose. You can't just let him get away with it" Remington told her.

"Do you seriously think that I haven't tried to tell the police before. Dad is best friends with the man who files those reports. I was seven when I tried the first time and he just laughed at me and told me that I was just trying to get attention. Then when I was ten I showed him some bruises and cuts and he sad that I made them myself. Do you remember when I broken my arm falling down that fight of stairs" she asked. Remington nodded his head.

"Well I lied, my dad did that, but I saw no use in telling anyone that because they wouldn't believe me" she said. Remington got up from his spot in the couch and began to pace around the room. Suddenly he swung his fist and rammed it through the hallway wall.

"REMINGTON" Pricilla screamed.

"HE HAS BEEN HURTING YOU ALL YOUR LIFE AND NEVER PICKED UP ON IT" yelled Remington, he was very mad at himself.

"STOP, YOUR BEHAVING JUST LIKE HE WOULD" she said. Remington gave her a hard look and stopping a pacing. He went over to a corner and slid down to the floor.

"Tomorrow we're going to Scotland Yard and we're going to have them legally make sure that he can never touch you again" Remington told her.

"Fine babe" she said. She went over to him and just pulled him into a big hug.

A FEW DAYS LATER

"Hello" Anderson said as he walked into New Scotland Yard. He waved to the security guard who usually waved back but today he just scowled at him. He thought nothing of it. Anderson walked into the building and came to the metal detector.

"Unload your pockets" the security lady said demandingly. Unusual, she always seemed to be happy. After he had passed through the scanner he made his way to the elevator. He got on with five other people, all of whom gave him very nasty looks. He pushed the button for his floor and the elevator started to move. As he got off he swore he heard someone say 'beater' but that must have been a mistake. Anderson made is way to Lestrade's office, he had an important case with him today. On his way he saw his co-worker and occasional shag Sally. He leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek, but she pulled away from him.

"Get away from me" she said. Well that was wrong.

"Why" he asked.

" I don't want to end up like Pricilla" she said. Anderson froze in his steps, that devil child had snitched. She hadn't been home in three days, and she was probably in the arms of that Holmes boy. This out him in a rage and he rushed down to Lestrade's office. Once he got there he saw Lestrade and another man having a polite conversation in his office. When the two gentlemen caught sight of Anderson they stopped and stared at him.

"You wanted to see me" Anderson asked. Lestrade handed Anderson a piece of paper and Anderson picked it up.

Termination Of Employment

employee- Anderson, A

"Your firing me" Anderson asked.

"We received knowledge that you're partaking in a unlawful white washing of public complaint forms. Also you've been in an office relationship for many years which is deemed inappropriate considering your marital status" said Lestrade coldly and with no regret. Suddenly the other man stepped forward and revealed himself. Anderson had seen him a couple of times at some crime scenes either chatting up Lestrade or chewing out Sherlock.

"And what are you here for" Anderson asked him.

"Of notify you personally that your being audited by the British Government"

That was that. I hope I didn't upset anyone with this chapter. I live in an area where out of 30 kids only 1 kids had parents who aren't divorced. A lot of those kids are abused as well. So I really wanted to write this to get my point across. GO TELL SOMEONE. I hope you enjoyed, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR WATCHING.