Charlotte looked at her older brother nervously, his face changed from one of mischief to one of anger.
As she walked out of the house, he put his leg out causing her to trip and fall on the floor.
"Your fault," he spat.
""He's not even your real dad Hans," one of the children replied.
Charlotte frowned and got back up, noticing a newfound scar on her knee.
Lestrade glared at the other children on the way out as he led her out to the police car leading to the station.
"She's not talking," Lestrade stated sadly.
"Can she even talk?!"
"Of course she can Anderson," Sherlock began, "she's brilliant."
Suddenly all the officers turned towards the tall and lean man, also known as Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock Holmes was not only one of great intelligence but he was one who didn't treat compliments lightly and gave them very rarely.
So to say that he gave one to a four year old girl he barely knew was to say...shocking.
"You don't see it?!"
"See what," Anderson asked.
"Sherlock rolled his eyes before dramatically leaving again texting John on his way out.
"I say he gets the job."
"Are you crazy," Anderson started, "he's a psychopath. He'll use her for experiments before he becomes a good father!"
"I'm not asking him to be a father, I'm asking him to watch her for a few days," Lestrade started, "we both know the orphanages are full and would you rather watch her?!"
Anderson then looked at the child through the nearby window. She was writing notes down as she stared at him then walking up to a whiteboard she wrote one thing.
CHEATER.
