A/N: Merry Christmas! And Happy Final day of Chanukah!

Since it's the holidays I'll be uploading at least 2 things today. (Maybe more, depends on what I get done.) No they won't be both for this story, but I might add another to this story today as well.

I've been crazy busy lately and that's why I haven't been updating. If you would like to find out more, feel free to PM me. I'd put it here, but it'd take too long. (Let's just say I'm in a different school now...)

Anyways, enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters except for Christin, the rest are all Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's and the BBC.

Christin: Age 4

"Where's Papa?" Christin asked sitting in Greg's office.

"He's working Christin" Greg replied with a sigh.

Sherlock got a case three days ago and Christin has been transferred between Greg and Mycroft so many times it's ridiculous. And Christin doesn't seem too happy about it. She's destroyed two documents of Mycroft's, a case file of Lestrade's and three books between them.

"When will Papa be done?" She asked walking towards the book shelf

"Soon," Greg said turning to her "NO!" He yelled making her freeze "No more books."

"But I want to read"

"And I don't care."

"Well then… Bye-bye" Christin said with a wave and ran out of his office.

"Wha-hu-CHRISTIN" Greg yelled and followed her

Now, Greg didn't think she could run that fast, and thinking this, he walked. Bad decision number one. Four-year olds don't generally run very fast. But Christin is Christin. She runs extremely fast… and knows how to operate elevators thanks to Greg. Which was bad decision number two.

"CHRISTIN" Greg yelled as the elevators doors closed

"Bye Uncle Greg!" She yelled waving

"You lost her didn't you Sir." Sally said looking at Greg's defeated state

"Yes. I lost a bloody four-year old in Scotland Yard! How does this sort of thing happen?!"

"Well she is the Freaks child"

"Help me find her."

"What?" Sally asked looking taken aback

'Help me find her! Please Sally."

Sally sighed "I'll go up, you go down."

"Thanks" Greg said heading to go down stairs

As they continued fighting, Christin made her way to the front desk. She stepped up to the desk and started tapping on it

"Can I help you?" The woman sitting behind the desk was a young twenty-year old blonde who walked around and saw little Christin taping her hand on the desk "Did you lose your Mum or Dad?" she said getting down to Christin's level with a smile on her face

'Yes!" Christin said nodding her head sharply "I lost Papa!"

"And what is Papa's first name?"

Christin looked at the woman as though she was the child and Christin was the adult "It's Papa"

The woman smiled widely "What's your name sweetie?"

"Christin." She told her looking worried. Why was this woman questioning her? Did she not believe her? "Holmes"

"You must be Sherlock's baby girl" The woman said with a smile playing at her lips

"Papa" Christin said correcting her with a pointed finger

"Yes. Let's take you up to Lestrade's office shall we?"

"Why would you take her to Lestrade's office when her Father is in front of you?" Sherlock said looking down at the two of them

"PAPA!" Christin screamed and grabbed Sherlock's leg

"Yes Christin?" Sherlock said picking her up

"Sherlock I uh-" said the young woman as she stood and tried to not look like a five year old

"No need to explain Charlotte." Sherlock said putting up a hand to stop her from continuing "I'm going to Lestrade's office."

"Alright..." She said looking down look a child caught misbehaving.

Sherlock walked up to the elevator with Christin on his hip.

When the elevator doors opened Lestrade flew out, almost knocking Sherlock over. "So-SHERLOCK" He exclaimed loudly.

"Yes?" Sherlock asked with a look of annoyance. "Finished the case, here's the notes." He said, handing a notebook over to Greg. "And why did I find Christin downstairs talking to Charlotte?"

"You found her?" Greg questioned and then saw Christin.

"Hi Uncle Greg!" She said with a smile and a wave.

"Hi Christin," He said with a smile and then looked back at Sherlock. "She wanted to find you. And she can really run."

"I'm aware. Why didn't you run behind her?" Sherlock questioned.

"Because she's four bloody years old! I didn't think I would have to."

"That was a mistake. I'll take her home now." Sherlock said with an eye-roll and turned towards the door. "See you tomorrow Greg." He called over his shoulder.

"Yeah, bye…" Greg called back and slumped against the wall and sighed. This is why he hates baby-sitting Christin. She always always gets into something.