Chapter One: The Boy on the Doorstep

A.N: I own none of these characters or their stories. I wish I did but I am not rich enough to ever be able to afford that. Updates will be pretty slow because of school so don't expect an update for a while.

Sherlock paced up and down the living room, bathrobe bellowing behind him everytime he turned. John didn't even bother to look up from his newspaper at the Consulting Detective. He knew Sherlock was thinking and wasn't to be spoken to. Suddenly the pacing stopped.

"Oh, clever, clever," Sherlock said snapping his fingers and John looked up.

"What is Sherlock?"

"I changed my mind, we are taking the case down in Surrey." John was confused, Sherlock had labeled that as a 6, and he never left the house for a case less than 7.

"Why the sudden change of heart?" He asked as Sherlock began to walk up the stairs towards his bedroom to get changed into his normal shirt, jacket and trousers.

"There has been a second murder." was the only reply John got as Sherlock disappeared from sight.

Well, John thought to himself, At least he isn't bored anymore.

*Timeskip to Surrey later that night*

The ride, like always, had been mostly quite, except for when Sherlock texted someone on his phone or when John made some random comment that made Sherlock smile or chuckle slightly. John was the only person who could make smile or chuckle actually.

Then the ride ended and after Sherlock paid the cabbie, the two men took of to the end of the street.

The street was part of a fairly normal estate, one called 'Private Drive' if John remembered correctly. They only came to a stop in front of number 14.

Like any crime scene there was yellow tape around the house, a small crowd had gathered, all neighbours that were trying to figure out what was wrong. Sherlock merely nodded to the man trying to keep the neighbours out and held the tape up for himself and John to walk under.

They walked through the garden and in through the front door. They had barley entered when a familiar voice said "Good to see you again John, Sherlock." DI Lestrade stood before them and, after shaking Johns hand, began to lead them to the back of the house.

"It's a woman named Claire Allens. She is 35 and has a husband and one son who just celebrated his 8th birthday. Husband says she was a primary school teacher for the local school." Lestrade filled them in and opened the kitchen door for them to see the crime scene. Sherlock nodded his thanks and looked around the room taking everything in, walking over to the woman's corpse that was sitting in a kitchen chair bent over the kitchen table.

The woman had long brown hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a red jumper and jeans.

Sherlock looked closely at the corpse, looking at it all over.

"John, please tell me cause of death." Sherlock ordered him and John was by his side instantly.

John trace his fingers around the woman's neck after seeing some slight bruising. John stood up straight again after a moment of thought.

"Strangled to death most likely. The marking around her wrists indicate she was tied to this chair so she couldn't escape and was strangled from behind with a strong material, most likely a chain." John said and Sherlock smiled. A rare geniune smile, that shocked the DI for a second, before remembering that Sherlock was still human, even if he was a self-proclaimed 'high-functioning sociopath'.

"There is hope for you yet John," was Sherlock's first comment followed by a frown, "But you are missing something."

John just nodded, he suspected as much. As Sherlock told him the first day he met him 'there's always something'.

"The body wasn't killed here it was planted. She was still tied down and strangled but the person who did this was a lover. Looking through her phone will tell us where she arranged to meet them. Tell us when you find it."

"Lover?" Lestrade questioned.

"She has no wedding ring yet she is married. The only reason people ever remove their wedding rings is if they are a) cleaning dishes or b) trying to keep their marriage a secret. Seeing as their is a pile of dishes beside the sink waiting to be washed the latter is our best bet. Only reason to hide your marriage is if you are having an affair. The perfume she is wearing is an expensive brand, therefore indicating she was trying to impress somebody. All signs point to her being killed either by her lover or after she met her lover." Sherlock explained and Lestrade nodded like he understood what got said.

"We'll call you once we identify the lover Sherlock." Sherlock nodded.

"Come on John, lets go." and with that John and Sherlock left the crime scene and made their way back onto the street to find it more or less abandoned.

As they began to walk back down the street, something made Sherlock freeze.

"John..." Sherlock said carefully.

"What is it Sherlock?" John stopped beside his friend.

"Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Shh..." Sherlock pulled John over in the direction of Number 4 and pointed at the doorstep.

John made out what seeped like a basket on the doorstep, a blue blancket sticking out slightly out the edge.

"What is that?" John breathed and Sherlock shook his head.

"Only one way to find out." and with that comment the two made their way to right in front of the doorstep.

Turns out it was a basket with a blanket sticking out. But there was something else in the basket too.

Sherlock and John knelt down in front of it, carefully placing his hands on the blue blanket and pulling it back carefully, to reveal a boy.

The boy was about 1 1/2 years old, had black hair, that while unruly, was quite curly too. He had a lightning shaped scar on his forehead, and it was still red with blood. As if nobody had bothered to try and clean it.

"Sherlock," John looked over to see his friend frozen as he looked at the child. He had an expression he had only once seen on Sherlocks face, worry. Sherlock was worried about the child. After a second however it changed to anger a moment later, as he carefully picked up the child.

"Sherlock what are you doing?" John asked his companion.

"Taking him away from a family that wont want him." Sherlock said confidently.

"And how do you know this?"

"Why else would someone leave a child on a doorstep on Hallowe'en? The person who left him here knew that the family in here would fight to keep him away if they gave them the means. Logic would conclude that the occupants of this house are his only living relatives." Sherlock explained as he pulled the child closer.

"And you know that how?" Sherlock looked at John like he was an idiot, which in his eyes everyone was.

"His clothes and his blanket are made of good quality material. He comes from a rich family clearly and seeing as how is around the average weight for a child aged 1-2 years old he was well cared for and loved by his family." The child snuggled into Sherlock, and opened one eye slightly and Sherlock gasped.

The child's eyes were a bright green, but had a hint of grey to them. Sherlock had only seen eyes so green on one person, and that person was Lily Evans.

Sherlock forced himself out of his shock and told John to take the basket and the letter. They would read it when they got back to their hotel.

"Come on John, lets bring him back to our hotel and call Mycroft." Sherlock told him and John froze.

"Did you, Sherlock Holmes, just make a decision that benefited another person safty and well being? And that person is a child?" John asked the Consulting Detective and said Consulting Detective frowned.

"I may be a sociopath John, but even I won't stand for a child being left in an abusive home. Not if I have any say in it." Sherlock said seriously and John nodded. Sherlock's deductions are never wrong, and John had no reason not to listen to him. And leaving a child outside on Halloween night? You have got to be kidding. The day that becomes a good idea is the day Sherlock gets along with Anderson.