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BBC Sherlock: Sherlock Holmes

Title: The Latin Professor
Warnings: none

Sherlock was bored. Come to think of it, he always was after a case. Then the doorbell rang. "Client." John and he simultaneously said.

"Let them in, Mrs. Hudson!"

"I'm not your housekeeper dear." The door opened and the sound of heavy footsteps came from the stairs. A man came in and Sherlock recognized him.

"Dad?" He asked in disbelief. Mr. Holmes' eyes were tear filled and shadows lied beneath them.

"Your-your mother- I- she's missing." Sherlock shot up and John followed. "They left this." He handed Sherlock an envelope and the tall man examined it. There were some strands of hair inside, obviously his mum's, and a note.

Part of it was in Portuguese, which the detective understood, and the rest in Latin, which he did not. Just his luck. "I've got a riddle for you Holmes, solve the clues and find your mummy. Yours truly, Jim Moriarty." Sherlock read the Portuguese aloud and grumbled curses beneath his breath. "I don't speak Latin."

"Mycroft-" John suggested, cut off by his tall friend.

"No." He said firmly. "Call a cab." John rush to do so as Sherlock tucked the envelope into his pocket. "Don't worry dad, she'll be home by dinner." He handed his father a tissue and flipped up the collar of his jacket. "I've got a university professor to see. John will stay here."

Y/N's POV

"-and study! All of you, I don't need to deal with any of you another year." I said jokingly to my class. I dismissed them and sat down at my desk. I was despised by my fellow professors, but I didn't care. I wore leggings or jeans to work and jumpers. But I was smart, so they kept me. I picked up a book, and began reading. I heard my door open and mumbled a hello. "Cathy, back for more Latin lessons?" I asked with out looking up. She was the only one who came by at this time. Cathy was a homeless girl, working on her education, and I helped in any way I could. I always made her tea and took her to dinner when I could. She was a friend.

"Actually, Cathy recommended you for Latin." I looked up to see a tall man with dark curly hair and blue eyes. I swore I'd seen him before. "Sherlock Holmes."

"Oh, your the detective from the paper." I put down my book and stood.

"I need this translated." He said. I nodded and chewed on my lip. Being a teacher was so boring.

"On one condition." I said and the detective inclined his head. "I want to help."

Sherlock's POV

I hadn't expected that. She was impossible for me to read. I couldn't find anything. I nodded slowly and walked over to her. "We'll work in the library." I said and she nodded. We walked to the library she was reading the note and nodding, mumbling to herself. Once we arrived she sat in an armchair and crossed on leg over the other. She was wearing combat boots. They had a bit of mud on the sides but I could see that it had been scrubbed off. Forest maybe?

"Who's Jim?" She asked. "And why's he kidnaped you mother?" She could read Portuguese.

"He's my archenemy." I said.

"Bit dramatic, but then again, intelligent people tend to be." She said softly. "How does he know my name?"

"What?" I looked over at the paper and saw her name. "Professor S/N." I mumbled.

"It's Y/N, by the way." She told me and continued reading. "Okay, here's what it says: 'if you're understanding this, then you've gone to Professor S/N. Hello Y/N! Your first riddle is the address number. Some months have 31, and others have 30. How many have 28?'"

"Twelve." We both said.

"'Now pair that with the amount of siblings you both have,' I have one."

"One."

"'And reverse the numbers.'"

"221." He couldn't mean Baker Street.

"'Next up is a surprise,'" I stared at her lips as she spoke. The way they shaped the words. Her e/c eyes scanning the paper as she translated in her head. "'2, 1, 11, 5, 18.' What could that mean?" I pressed my fingers to my temples.

"Must be a code. Numbers. Numbers to what? Words? No. Letters."

"B. A. K. E. R. Like the street? 'Where did I put those shoes Sherlock?' That's the last line." Before she could blink I dialed John's number.

"John, go to the sub apartment. My mum is there." I hung up and turned to her. "You are brilliant. I walked in front of her and pulled her to her feet. "Absolutely brilliant." Then I kissed her. I had been wondering what she tasted like. Peppermint. My arms wrapped themselves around her waste as my body moved without my consent. My fingers scrunched her jumper in my hand her delicate hands grabbed my collar.

As she pulled away for air she said: "I was wondering if you'd do that." I smiled and pulled her in again.

"How about dinner?"

A/N: Sorry that it's short, it's also on tumblr on my account, athenahennah. I keep things the same. Any who, vote if you enjoyed!