Elise, Sherlock and John entered Lestrade's office, John taking in that Elise was looking decidedly pale.

"Are you okay?" he half whispered, handing her the antibiotic she had forgotten this morning.

"Fine." Elise hissed slightly, swallowing the pill without any water.

Greg Lestrade was sitting at his desk, pouring over the contents of this case file. Nine children kidnapped from Children's Homes, then five returned a week later, completely unharmed and well fed, the other four found dead. He didn't look up as he heard Sherlock enter.

"Sherlock, could have taken longer, bloody-"

"Refrain from swearing, Lestrade, there's a minor here." Sherlock cut him off curtly.

Surprised, Greg looked up to see a girl, with light brown hair, a rounded face and eyes just like Sherlock's.

Elise looked disgusted. "Minor in age, not in intelligence, dear Uncle." She slapped on the last part sarcastically, and John swore he could see sparks fly betwixt the two Holmes' gazes.

"Er… Greg, this is Elise Holmes," John introduced her.

Lestrade swallowed and swore, earning a smug look from Elise. "Mycroft's daughter?"

"Yes." Elise replied sourly. "I'm only here because Doctor's orders…" she glanced at John. "…were to solve a bloody crime or two."

Lestrade handed Elise the file, and she turned away as Sherlock attempted to grab it.

"Really her father's daughter," remarked Lestrade to John.

Elise opened her mind, absorbing the information.

"Girls, ages 2, 4, 6, 8 and 10. All returned wearing similar clothes…" She looked at the photos of the three girls. "Black hair, green eyes. 12, 14, 16, 18 year old girls, same looks, found dead in lake…"

"Uncle, look at this." Elise slid over the pictures of the girls.

Sherlock observed the photos, and John looked over his shoulders. "So our kidnapper has a taste for girls with black hair." John remarked hopefully.

Elise didn't answer, instead selecting a testimony from the 10 year old girl, leaving the rest of the file, which Sherlock grabbed a bit eagerly.

"I was outside, just walking around, when this man came and he said he was going to adopt me. I was all excited, you know, 'cuz I wanted a home and he led me to his car. It was really comfy and shiny and black. There were other girls there too, and some of 'em were crying. He took us all to this house, and then he made us get into the basement and it was dark and wet and scary. And he all took us upstairs after a while, but firs' he took the girls younger than me… and then it was my turn, and he gave me a nice dress to wear. An' I met a woman and she was bald and he told me to call her 'mum' and then a week later he took me for a ride and then he dropped me back at the orphanage."

Elise felt the wheels turning inside her head. "Black, shiny car… possibly lawyer… bald woman…cancer….girls all look the same…" She clicked her tongue. "I've got it."

But Sherlock interrupted her, his eyes scanning the paper in mere seconds. "Our kidnapper is a lawyer with a wife suffering from cancer. His wife wanted to raise a child in the few weeks she had left. So he kidnaps them from the one place they would go willingly."

"But why only kill some of them?" Lestrade asked.

"The ones who'd tell; the 'rebellious teen' so to speak." Elise set down the paper. "I need to see a list of all the lawyers in London, and medical records attached."

Lestrade was a bit shocked from Elise's demanding tone. "I can't do that, Patient Confidentiality and whatnot,"

Elise squeezed her hands. Oh, it felt good to have her intelligence back, coursing her system like the magic she used to dream she possessed. "Luckily, I have a dad who can."

Author's Note

Whooooo! Elise solves a crime! Totally borrowed the case from a friend, sorry it's a bit overused…

I had a lot of fun on this chapter, so I hope you enjoyed. I think I write as Lestrade pretty terribly, so he doesn't say much.

Send reviews and oreos, my lovely friendly friends!

-ATLK