Carl Powers

Sherlock read the paper over and over again. It just could not be, Carl Power's death an accident? No, there was just so much that didn't add up, a healthy young powerful swimmer like Carl could not just drown. There was no history of any previous health conditions, and something about Carl's shoes. The fact that they were missing from the crime scene all together bothered him, what kind of person didn't wear shoes?

The train stopped at Sir. James Park and Sherlock folded the newspaper and began to walk toward Scotland Yard. If he could just get them to investigate, he was sure that the police would find out that
Carl's death was not an accident. Sherlock walked into Scotland Yard. Cops were busy taking calls and listing to people complains or report things that, in Sherlock's opinion, were irrelevant. He walked over to one of the desks and cleared his throat.

"Hello, how can I help you?" A middle aged man, almost 30 maybe 28 or 29, looked up briefly from behind his desk. He had brown hair and grey-blue eyes, and a name tag that said "Officer Lestrade." Sherlock started to make observation about officer Lestrade. He was seeing someone and it was going to get serious. The left top pocket of his uniform that looked like a ring box, and she wore some perfume that smelt like lavender. The slightest hint of it was left on Lestrade's uniform.

"Yes, I would like you to open a case on the death of Carl Powers." Sherlock announced.

"A case? In order for the police open a case there needs to be one." The officer half laughed at. "Carl Power's death was nothing more than a tragic accident."

"I have evidence that says otherwise." Sherlock simply stated in an authoritative voice.

Lestrade looked up from his paper work and gave an unsure, yet confident look. "Really? What kind of evidence?" He leaned forward from his chair.

"His shoes." Sherlock tilted his head, slightly confused. He didn't understand that anyone, let alone the police, could miss something so obvious.

"His shoes?" Lestrade repeated even more confused. "What about the shoes?"

"They are missing, why would anyone not have shoes in their locker? Someone didn't want you to have the shoes. They didn't want you taking a close look at them."

"Listen, kid, it has been a week since Carl died. The detectives that did take the case found nothing. So unless you happen to know where his shoes are, the case is closed. Next!" Officer Lestrade waved
Sherlock aside to end the argument.

Sherlock didn't stop though, he stayed in the police station for hours talking to every police officer he could. He continued to come back and try and convince Lestrade that there was a case, because Sherlock could tell that he wanted to believe him. It was exhausting trying to convince these morons that there was a case they were missing. Sherlock was escorted out three times, but continued to return, he was in the middle of an argument with one of the police officers when Lestrade walked over with his older brother, 23year old, Mycroft.

"There he is. He has been here three hours. Please take him home before we arrest him for disturbing the peace." Lestrade begged. The police officer Sherlock was arguing with pulled out his handcuffs.

Sherlock cocked his head, "You can't actually do that can you?"

Lestrade looked over at Mycroft, "Someone would find a reason to throw him in a cell. Despite the fact that he makes a compelling argument that Carl Power's was murdered."

Mycroft sighed with annoyance and rolled his eyes. "Come along, little brother." Mycroft demanded grabbing Sherlock's arm, dragging him outside.

Sherlock pulled his arm away from Mycroft. "I can get myself home!" Sherlock yelled angrily at his brother. "And why did you come anyway?"

"Not because I cared, mom and dad where worried about you. They started to go out looking for you but in all the wrong places. They gave me a call and I figured you would try to convince the police that
Carl Power's death was not an accident. So I came here, and asked the first detective if he had seen a little boy thinking that Carl Powers was murdered. Apparently he was trying to find a parent or guardian to
call and pick you up." Mycroft paused and waved a cab over. He opened the door and asked "Coming?"

Sherlock just stood at the side of the road. Mycroft got in the cab, "Fine. Just be sure your home by supper. Or mom and dad will come and pick you up." The cab began to drive away and Sherlock started to walk to Sir. James Park station.

'One day, one day I'll prove that Carl's death was murder, not an accident.' Sherlock thought to himself. Sherlock walked by an ally way when he saw out of the corner of his eye a blue police box.

Sherlock turned because he thought that it was an odd place for a police box. Then the police box began to make a noise, something Sherlock had never heard before. The light on the top began to pulse
and it seemed as though the box was disappearing. He ran towards it, to touch it and make sure it was real, his eyes could just be playing a trick on him, but he had to be sure.

BANG! Sherlock hit the police box just at the right moment, and only seconds later it disappeared. It was real, whatever he had just witnessed was real. Sherlock just stood there for a minute or two before returning back to the street and down to the train station.

When Sherlock returned home, both he and Mycroft received a lecture from their parents. Sherlock for leaving and not telling them where he was, and Mycroft for not bringing Sherlock home. Sherlock was relieved when his parents finally decided to ground him for a month. This meant that Sherlock could leave and no longer have to endure his parents lecturing. Even though Mycroft had his own

apartment, Sherlock could tell that he would have to stay for a long time listening to the lecture.

They didn't have supper, but Sherlock was ok with that. He was not very hungry anyways. It was almost midnight when Mycroft left. Sherlock watched Mycroft leave from his bedroom window, after which
Sherlock thought it best to try and get some sleep.

Hey I finally have WIFI again. That is why it took me so long to post this chapter. Also I have been fiddling with it a lot. I'm sorry if the chapter seems a little unnecessary, but it was to explore Sherlock and his very, very first case, Mycroft's relationship with his brother and to reinforce the idea that the Doctor is around influencing Sherlock's life. I can't wait to finish the next one though. Hope you still enjoy the story. Also just as a reference as to how old Sherlock is... he is about 11 in this chapter