This is the sequel to we're not gullible- s/9576581/1/We-re-not-gullible
This story will make more sense after reading that :3
Thanks :D -LS

I wanted to be a Detective. Solving Fryatt's case only re-inforced that. But I knew I had to get better. Hone my skills. So that's what I did. Over the Christmas holidays I made my powers of deduction the best they could be. I noticed the tiny details of the tiny details, could look into someone's life by the way their shoelaces were tied. I had looked up memory techniques online and built myself a mind palace I could use for years. I had amazing skills and they could only get better.
I waited for the train with my three best friends- John, who was a doctor in the making, Greg, who wanted nothing more than to be a DI, and Molly, who wanted to be a forensic scientist and was also my girlfriend.

Greg, the mini-DI, was eating a rather large cheese and onion pastie when I arrived at the station. I grinned at him, and he grinned back through a mouthful of pastry.
"Sherlock!"

"Hey, Greg. Have a good Christmas?"

"Yeah, but I got food poisoning from the turkey."

I raised an eyebrow. "Food poisoning...from Christmas turkey?"

"Yeah, I know. Pretty hard to do. But that's my family for you. Always unpredictable. Anyway, how was your Christmas?"

"Presents were good...dinner, not so much." I paused. "My grandparents always come- anyway, my Gran on my Mum's side is a complete pain. She always criticizes me and stuff. It got too much and I dumped the gravy boat on her head."

Greg started laughing uncontrollably, just as John showed up. I told him the story, and they were both laughing. I grinned, remembering the dinner.
John started nudging me in the arm as Molly walked into the station, hugging her Mum, saying goodbye.
"Look, Sherlock, it's your girlfriend!"

"Shut up, John! I know she's my girlfriend."

John burst out laughing as Molly walked up to us. We hugged- I wanted to kiss her, but not in front of John and Greg, although they had already seen us kissing. Other people didn't have a problem with kissing in public; I did. It was something private and special, to me.
The train arrived, to take us back to school for the start of another year. I hoped for another case. It was the most fun I had had in years.

Science first, with Fryatt. He was a lot nicer to us, me in particular. He still called me Professor, but in a more friendly way. His quiff was still ridiculous, he was still arrogant and bossy. He hadn't changed at all, despite what he had been through. I had- and, as far as my deductive skills were concerned, for the better.
The news tat we had been kidnapped had spread around the school; suddenly, we were as popular as popular could be, although we stuck together and didn't let anyone invade our close friendship group. Dimmock hated us more than usual because he wasn't the main attraction any more. That was good; it annoyed him.
I expected this term to be ordinary, dull, boring, predictable; I was wrong. Again.