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Zyair sits reading as his dad plays a sad lament on his violin, John walks in a sighs as Mrs Hudson walks over and picks up the plates from breakfast. She gives John a pointed look as they see that Sherlock hasn't eaten his breakfast, he stops playing and makes some note on his music manuscript "Lovely tune, Sherlock. Haven't heard that one before." Mrs Hudson tells him. "You composing?" John asks. "Helps me to think." Sherlock responds before going back to playing and composing. "What are you thinking about?" John asks. Sherlock suddenly spins round and puts down the violin, before pointing at John's laptop "The counter on your blog is still stuck at one thousand eight hundred and ninety-five." he says. "Yeah, it's faulty. Can't seem to fix it." John responds. "Faulty, or you've been hacked and it's a message." Sherlock tells him, taking out Irene's phone and typing 1895. The phone beeps in Denise making Sherlock sigh "Just faulty." he confirms, picking up his violin again. "Right." John sighs as Sherlock begins playing again "Right. Well, I'm going out for a bit." he tells Sherlock before walking into the kitchen. Zyair stands up and goes to the kitchen aswell "Listen, has he ever had any kind of... girlfriend, boyfriend, a relationship, ever?" John asks. "I don't know." Mrs Hudson responds, neither of them spotting Zyair. "How can we not know?" John sighs in frustration. "He's Sherlock. How will we ever know what goes on in that funny old head?" Mrs Hudson responds. "Dad hasn't, not since mum." Zyair speaks up, making them turn to face him. "Hm?" John frowns. "Dad, he hasn't had a relationship since my mum." Zyair explains. "Right. See ya." John nods, heading out, Mrs Hudson giving Sherlock one last look before heading downstairs. Sighing Zyair walks to his bedroom, pulling out his sketchbook to work on his most recent drawing.
After about fifteen minutes one of the CIA agents from Irene's house bursts into Zyair's room "What the-?" Zyair starts, being cut off as the man grabs him and drags him into the living room. The man in charge, Neilson, stands their holding a gun to Mrs Hudson "Ah the youngest Mr Holmes, any idea where you father is or where he put the camera phone?" he asks. Zyair glares "Even if I did I wouldn't tell you." he spits, getting punched in the stomach by Neilson straight. "I'll ask you again. Do you know where your father is or where he put the camera phone?" Neilson asks. "Are you deaf as well as dumb? I don't know." Zyair retorts. Neilson back hands him making the teen fall to the floor and land on his shoulder awkwardly, most likely dislocating it by the noise it makes. "You're trying my patience." Neilson tells him. "Really? Hadn't noticed." Zyair responds, trying to sit up a bit but being kicked in the ribs by Neilson. Zyair coughs feeling his ribs ache, most likely broken "Stop it! He's just a boy!" Mrs Hudson shouts. "I'm alright Mrs Hudson." Zyair tells her, trying not to cry out as he's lifted and pushed into a chair. "Last time I going to ask you, where is your father or the camera phone?" Neilson asks again. "I told you, I have no clue. Though with a skull that think and a brain as small as yours I'm not surprised you don't understand." Zyair tells him. Neilson glares and punches him, Zyair wincing as he feels blood starting to drip down from his nose. Zyair groans slightly, not able to do anything without putting Mrs Hudson in danger. He glares as Neilson straightens his jacket "I wasn't aware that the CIA had trained gorillas to be agents, or is it just you?" he asks. Neilson punches him in the stomach again, the teen coughing as he feels his ribs break even more "They know you're into beating up teens? Or am I just special?" he asks. Neilson glares but doesn't do anything as they hear the door downstairs, followed by footsteps up the stairs.
