It was one stupid night. Just one. But that's all it takes I guess.

I had just started detective when she was born. I looked over her with hatred. She was a mistake, a very bad one. Hannah joined me but she had a different look. It looked like happiness. "What do we do?" She asked. I took a deep breath and looked at her.

"Do you mean: What will you do?" I asked back. Hannah had a shocked look on her face. What had I said wrong? 

"I am not bringing up this baby on my own! She's ours Sherlock."

"Yes but I'm not being involved. Do not tell anyone I'm the father. Do not contact me. Do not talk to me again. I want to keep my reputation, however good or bad it may be. Good day Hannah." I walked away and never saw them again.

Nine months ago

I went to a party. I don't like parties but me and Hannah were investigating a murder.

I prefer to work alone but Hannah had come up with a theory about this man in her town. A few weeks before, a girl went missing from his apartment. We think that the host or a regular attender of his parties, he had held many parties recently, had done something to this girl. Hannah insisted that she would help me gather evidence because it was her investigation but she was a complete stranger to me. She had only come up to me because she was a friend of an acquaintance of mine.

As Hannah and I investigated, she got carried away and ended up drinking too much. Then she got me to drink and one thing led to another. You can guess what happened next.

In the end, we found out that the host had killed the girl. His hesitation at the mention of her name and the shaking of his hands told me everything. He was then arrested.

Two months later, Hannah called me. She told me about the child and how it was mine. Right there I knew that I was never being a part of this child's life.