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'Oh for God's sake, Will you shut him up!' Lestrade groaned at John in exasperation.

For once he wasn't talking about the tall, dark haired consulting detective who at this point was also seemingly on the verge of pulling his own hair out in frustration. 'I'm doing my best!' John said defensively whilst cradling a small baby boy in his strong hands. The little boy (John had decided in his head to name him Billy, he had absolutely no idea why) was currently, and had been for the last 3 hours, positively red in the face from screaming at the top of his lungs and no-one had any idea why. It was driving all three of them slowly insane.

'I am the single-most clever man in this country, if not the world and I still cannot fathom how a thing that size could make that big a noise' Sherlock complained. 'Look if it's bothering you that much then you can take him!' John retorted and pushed the infant in Sherlock's general direction, raising his eyebrow in a challenge. Sherlock just waved his hand dismissively 'Oh no John, out of everyone currently in this room you, as a doctor, have the most potential and experience for providing this child with the best care, at least until social services get here' he explained. John would've almost taken that at a compliment if it hadn't been so logically and scientifically put. He sighed and sat back in the chair, cradling the boy closer to his chest and started smiling and cooing and tickling him and…just anything to get him to stop! His mind went back to how he had ended up in this situation.

Sherlock and John had been having breakfast just 4 hours ago when he heard Sherlock's phone start buzzing. 'Your phones ringing' said John, who was by now more than aware at how wrapped up in his own head Sherlock could get. Sherlock was simply staring at the wall above John's head with his hands interlinked beneath his chin, elbows resting on the table. He also seemed to be muttering to himself about some glow in dark rabbit? Bizarre as that sounds John actually barely registered that next to the phone that had stopped ringing, and then started up again. 'Are you going to get that? Someone clearly wants to get hold of you' John said again, attempting to break into Sherlock's 'mind palace' as he called it. Used to this behaviour, when he got no response from Sherlock again, he simply went 'Right, I'll get it then shall I?' and went to go pick up the phone from the small coffee table where it was still ringing. 'Hello Lestrade, its John here, Sherlock's a bit preoccupied I'm afraid' He answered seeing the name flashing up on the phone.

'Is he there though?' Lestrade replied 'I need him down here ASAP, we have a case involving a missing baby and we think it may be in this building somewhere so obviously this is an emergency' John pondered this for a moment, he always hated it when kids get mixed up in the stuff him and Sherlock deal with, especially as young as the one they would soon be looking for. 'Yes he is we'll be there soon. What's the address?' He asked. 'Not far from where you are, but you'll probably want to get a taxi, its 100 New Croft Avenue' Lestrade said 'See you soon' he finished then hung up. John shook his head, that wasn't a particularly nice neighbourhood and although he'd been stuck in many dangerous situations with Sherlock before he was still very sensible. There was a child involved though he resigned and then turned. 'What child?' Sherlock asked suddenly making John realise he'd had that mini debate with himself out loud. 'No idea who exactly, but it's a baby and it's missing, you need to find it' John clarified yanking Sherlock away from his untouched breakfast