It's Simply Elementary (Elementary fanfic)

Chapter 1: Whats going on?

It was a normal day at the precinct. Sherlock and Joan were investigating a case, And Gregson and Marcus were talking about ideas for said case. "I don't know, I mean, Wouldn't it be easier for him to-" Marcus was cut off by Sherlock, Who was walking towards them. "I have a pretty good idea as to where we can find Mrs. Leon" Said Sherlock.

"Well then, Let's go" Said Gregson as he stood up and started walking outside, Followed by the others. They all got into his car and Sherlock told him the location. After about half an hour they arrived at an apartment. "She should be in number seven" Said Sherlock as he started climbing the stairs.

Once they got to number seven Gregson knocked on the door. "Mrs. Leon... We're from the NYPD, We would like to have a word with you" Said Gregson, Glancing at the others. The door was opened by a short, Blonde woman. "Come on in" She said cheerfully. They all walked inside. "I'll just be a moment" She said as she disappeared into another room.

They all looked between each other. "She seems awfully cheerful" Said Marcus quietly. Sherlock nodded, His expression hard to read. Suddenly the woman bolted out of the door. Gregson cursed, Rushing after her, The others right behind him. They ran down the stairs and out of the apartment, Following her into a park.

Suddenly she turned around and threw a glass bottle full of liquid. The bottle smashed on the path, Covering all four of them in the liquid. They all fell to the floor, Unconscious. After a while Sherlock and Joan woke up. Joan's eyes widened as she stared at Sherlock. Sherlock's eyes were just as wide. "Your a child!" They exclaimed at the same time.

Indeed they were both children. Their clothes were way too big for them. Joan looked about 8 years old, Sherlock looked about 10. "What's going on?.." They both looked to the right to see Marcus sitting up. His eyes widened as he saw them. "What the heck?" He muttered. Marcus looked about 9 years old.

"Guys?..." They looked over to see Gregson, Staring at them. He looked about 5 to 6 years old. "W..what's going on?.." Asked Gregson, Staring at them with wide, Innocent, Blue eyes. "This isn't physically possible..." Muttered Sherlock, Staring down at his hands, Though they were covered by his sleeves.

"What do we do?.." Asked Joan, Still shocked. "Let's get back to the brownstone..." Said Sherlock as he stood up. He helped the others stand up. Sherlock started walking out of the park, The others following. They heard a thud and turned to see Gregson on the floor. "M..My clothes are too big.. I keep stumbling and tripping.." Said Gregson quietly as he stood up, An embarrassed blush on his cheeks.

Sherlock sighed and walked over to Gregson. "Well then I'll carry you.." Said Sherlock as he took Gregson into his arms. Gregson's cheeks turned even more red. "I can walk on my own" Said Gregson, Trying to get down. "It doesn't seem you can" Said Sherlock as he started walking again, Gregson in his arms. Marcus and Joan laughed slightly, Following them.

Hey, Hope you enjoyed the chapter! I was wondering, Do you guys want Kitty to be at the brownstone when they get there?