Sherlock was sitting in his study trying to figure out his latest case. The day before a family, wealthy by the looks of it had come to him saying that their son was missing. Sherlock asked them when they'd all seen him last and decided to take the case.
This morning he had went to their house to do a basic inspection, to try and get to know the boy a little. He learned that the boy enjoyed fencing and any other combat related activities. He also figured out that, despite his money, the boy, Jonathan, was never popular at school.
Once Sherlock had gotten home he had debated on whether he should call his sister, Enola, or not. He settled on calling her if he needed help later on in the case. But this seemed like a pretty simple case. Until he actually to a long moment to think about it.
Sherlock sat down and closed his eyes"They didn't tell me the whole truth" he whispered to himself "They said the boy likes combat yet the paintings in his room were all of famous artists like Beethoven and Mozart. All the axes and swords they told me he used didn't look like they'd ever been of their shelves and medals..." he thought back to the moment when he was looking at the medals "they didn't have a name and ones that did only had a J left on them. A J could be anyone Jacob for example, but they said that his name was Jonathan. So why don't the medals say so? They also don't have the year written on them." Finally he opened his eyes at the sound of someone knocking at his door.
He got up. "Coming" he said walking over to the door when he opened it there stood a girl with wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes she looked pale "Enola?" Sherlock said surprised "What are you doing here?"
"We've got a case, a few, actually"
