*Hi Guys :) This is my first story so any feedback, criticism or just encouragement would be greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer. I don't own any of these characters just borrowing them for some fun.

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"Hey little girl, are you okay?" The grubby man questioned.

She nodded her small fingers pressing tightly against her stomach. She coughed, her whole body shaking as if it would blow away. Then the ally seemed to explode in a golden haze, the homeless man stumbled backward his hand shielding his eyes from the blinding light that surrounded the small girls body. The light disappeared as quickly as it had come, where the girl had stood lay a baby surrounded by the clothing of the little girl that had been there seconds before. The man slowly moved over to the baby, when he saw her fragile body he wrapped her up in the fabric. He put her down in a cardboard box nearby before sprinting away into the night, trying to convince himself that he was dreaming.

Later that night in the same ally a drunk man was beaten to death, the attackers did not notice the child that slept in the box that sat right by their victims coat as they took all his goods and left him to bled out.

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"He certainly died right here in this spot, from the amount of blood and from the distance between himself and what is obviously his coat, he was murdered for his money. The attackers weren't expecting him to have to kill him for it, therefore when he was dead they took what they wanted and ran. Sloppy, though there will be evidence in their houses and they live, oh maybe two three blocks away." Sherlock stated completely sure of his deductions.

"How in the bloody hell do you get all that from the distance between himself and his coat?" John exclaimed.

"Well" Sherlock began moving closer to the coat.

As if sensing a human was near the baby in the box wriggled and let out a small whimper. Seeing the box move Sherlock bent over it to see what was inside. Upon seeing the small human he jumped back.

"John?" He called.

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"John please, can you just, take it away?" Sherlock asked as the baby wriggling in his arms, tugged on his curly hair.

"Ah… no" John smirked "She cries unless you're holding her, so suck it up."

"Well" Lestrade began as he walked over to the couple "as far as we can tell she was left here last night and no one is coming to claim her, so she needs somewhere to stay over the next couple of days while we locate a guardi-"

"-She can stay with us!" John began excitedly

"Absolutely not" Sherlock objected glaring a John "She will be a distraction, how can I be expected to work with something like" he hesitated glancing at the toddler that had fallen asleep in his arms before trying to continue his argument "something like 'this' in the house" he finished.

"It's just a couple of days Sherlock you'll be fine" John soothed as he waved for a cab.

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"Well what should we call her?" John asked quietly staring down at the bundle in his arms standing comfortably in their kitchen.

"We can't name it, it's not ours you'll just get attached and then when they find its parents you'll be upset." Sherlock spoke bluntly

"Why do you do that?" John questioned

"Do what?"

"You can't seem to call her a human, since we found her you have referred to her as 'it', she is a human being Sherlock and I think if she has a name you might finally notice that."

"Of course I've noticed John, I see everything, I notice more than you" Sherlock scoffed

"Well I'm naming her and your input would be appreciated, How about 'Martha'?"

"No"

"Melanie?"

"NO"

"Riley?"

"NO! That's a boy's name John if you have to name it at least make sure it fits the correct gender"

"Well I don't know! Do you have any ideas since mine aren't good enough?" John exploded

"John, too loud you'll…" The bundle in Johns arms let out a piercing wail "… wake it"

John quickly passed the girl to Sherlock, hoping he would have the same calming effect on the child that he did at the crime scene. Sherlock looked at the striking blue orbs that stared into his own, she whimpered slightly as he held her away.

"Sherlock" John said softly as he moved closer

"John what do I do?" Sherlock seemed scared of the toddler

"Here" John took hold of the baby "Make your arms into a cradle like I did before" He instructed as the toddler started to protest "Support her head with this bit of your arm" He said placing the baby in Sherlock's arms before she could really cry

"Like this?" Sherlock whispered as the baby settled

"Perfect." John quickly assured him "She really likes you"

Sherlock moved to the sofa and perched on the edge scared to move to much in case the toddler woke up.

He sat looking at her as she wriggled around before grabbing Sherlock's scarf in her small hand

"How about 'Melody'?" Sherlock asked as he relaxed into the cushions

John looked up from the newspaper "What?"

"For her name, what if we call her Melody?" Sherlock repeated.

"Yeah um yeah that's…. yes let's call her Melody" John smiled.