A doll struggled to climb the steps into the flat of Sherlock Holmes, finally it reached the door and pushed it open. The room was dark and empty except for the furniture and clutter that accumulated over the years. Satisfied with knowing no one was in the flat the doll left and struggled back down the stairs to a boy who ended the doll's life.

"Enoch is the coast clear?" A female voice asked.

The boy looked over at the blond and answered, "yes but we'd better hurry up before the old lady gets back."

The two made their way up the stairs and sat in the arm chairs in front of the fire place waiting for the owner of the flat.

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(Scotland Yard)

"Sherlock these photos aren't real!" Lestrade yelled loosing his temper for the fourth time that evening.

The photos on the table were picked up and reexamined.

"Sherlock a flying girl, really?"

"That's Emma."

"The bee boy?"

"Hugh."

"Sherlock this isn't true, you just found creepy old photos and made up a story. I'm calling John and having him pick you up, Then I'm taking Anderson and Donovan to your flat for a drugs bust," Lestrade took his phone out of his pocket and dialed John's mobile.

"John this is Lestrade, Sherlock's at the Yard and delusional. Thanks see you," he hung up, "he'll be here shortly," with that he left the room.

"Donovan, Anderson," he hollered and the two went to him.

"We're doing a drugs bust at Sherlock's flat, just us. We leave now."

They followed Lestrade out of the building.

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(Sherlock' Flat)

The door downstairs opened and footsteps started up the stairs, the two children looked at the door expectantly. They were disappointed at what they saw.

"Who the hell are you?" Anderson squawked.

"I'm Emma and this is Enoch, we are looking for a Mr. Sherlock Holmes," The girl introduced them to the officers, "may I ask who are you?"

Lestrade's jaw dropped, he recognized them from the photos that Sherlock showed him.

"I'm Phillip Anderson," Anderson said.

Enoch spoke up, "oh you're the idiot that lowers the I.Q. of the whole street. That means the lady is Donovan, and the old guy is Gildroy Lestrade."

"Greg Lestrade, you think Sherlock would've learned my name by now?"

With that Sherlock and John came barging into the flat.

"Oh goody you're here, what do you two need?" Sherlock asked.

"We've been found and it's only a matter of time before they find the loop and your family. You're the oldest of the lot next to Mycroft and we need you to help us find the Hollows and kill them, before more of us die," Emma explained.

Sherlock sobered up quickly at the news, "I'll call Mycroft," and fled the room.

"What the HELL is going on?" John exploded.

"Hell is going on," Enoch laughed dryly.

Emma hit him. "We are peculiar children we can do things others can't,"

"What do you mean?" Donovan asked.

Enoch took out his jar of hearts and opened the top to fish out a heart, the room filled with the smell of embalming fluids. Focusing on the heart it started beating to the shock of the room. Enoch took his doll from his other pocket and place the heart in it. The doll jumped to life and shakily stood on Enoch's hand.

The room didn't know how to grasp this and chaos broke loose.