Rarely, very rarely, Lestrade would come over to Baker Street for a casual visit. Most of the time John chatted with the man while Sherlock complained that there were no cases. However it was obvious that the man enjoyed Lestrade's company, to a certain extent. It was on one of these visits Mycroft came storming in, his face was almost purple with rage. He thrust his hands forward, in his grip, being held by the backs of their collars were Natty and Mason.

"Geez Mycroft be careful, you're choking them!" Lestrade scolded as the elder man practically threw the two children into the room.

"I've told you a thousand times Sherlock" Mycroft growled, "Keep them OUT of the Diogenes Club!"

"I didn't send them" Sherlock rebuffed

"Daddy Uncle Mycroft is being mean to us!" Natty whined, grinning all the while.

"We didn't do nothing wrong" Mason agreed

"Anything Mason, anything" John corrected before Sherlock had the chance

"They barged into the club, yelling at the top of their lungs!" Mycroft grumbled

"I've told you not to do that" Sherlock scolded so lightly it was barely a reprimand. Natty and Mason hung their heads all the same.

"Sorry Uncle Mycroft" They muttered

"Why you keep these children around I'll never know" Mycroft rolled his eyes before leaving. The room was silent until the sound of Mycroft's black car pulled away, the kids and Sherlock grinned. John gaped as Sherlock reached into his pocket and handed them each a tenner.

"Well done" He praised, "I knew that would bother him"

"You paid them to go make trouble?" Lestrade questioned, he nodded.

"Uncle Mycroft started putting cameras int he house to spy on Dad" mason spoked up, "Dad got rid of 'em, but wanted a little revenge!"

"I love causing trouble! Especially if it's Mycroft!" Natty grinned, Sherlock ruffled the tomboy's hair.

"It's late" John piped up looking out the window at the rain that had just started, "They'd better stay here tonight"

"Very well" Sherlock agreed, "You two can sleep in my bed, go on Mason"

"Why do I gotta sleep and Natty doesn't!" Mason complained, Sherlock shook his head at the boys bad grammar.

"You're six, Natty is seven, that means she gets an extra half hour" Sherlock pointed out, "You know the rules"

Mason grumbled a bit before yawning and disappearing into Sherlock's bedroom. Natty stuck her tongue out at him as he went, after she walked over to Sherlock's violin, which was sitting on the floor and plucked at the strings the same way her father does.

"Do you play Natty?" Lestrade asked, Natty nodded.

"Daddy's teaching me, but I'm not very good" She replied

"She has no natural talent for it, but she insists on learning" Sherlock sighed, "it's a slow process"

"Sherlock!" John exclaimed, Natty shrugged.

"I don't care, it's true" She smiled, "Why should he sugar coat everything?"

Lestrade raised an eye brow at that. She seemed much to logical for a seven year old, then again, this was Sherlock's kid they were talking about.

"What's Natty short for anyway?" Lestrade continued, wanting to know more about the strange family.

"Natalia" Natty spat, "Stupid girly name"

Sherlock chuckled at that, taking the violin from her and placing it back in the case as she had lost interest in it. Lestrade had been about to ask more questions when a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder sounded. Lighting up the windows and sending an audible bang through the room. That was nothing however, compared to the sound of Natty's scream. The girl positively jumped at the sound landing on the floor with a thump.

"Natty, you ok?" Lestrade asked hopping down to check the girl who was shaking. She clamped her palms over her ears and squeezed her eyes closed.

"I f-f-fine I-" She was cut off when another strike of lightning sounded making her yelp again, the poor kid was terrified and shaking like a leaf. Lestrade felt a shadow loom over him and he looked up from his place kneeling on the floor to see Sherlock standing over them, with that look on his face. That slightly softened look Lestrade saw very rarely, like when the old woman had died during the mad bomber case but more often, when something was bothering one of his kids. Lestrade stepped back allowing Sherlock to take up place in front of Natty.

"Natty" He called steadily, "Natty, it's fine, the lightning can't get you"

She whimpered, Sherlock sighed, lifting her up and carrying her to his room where Mason was already sound asleep. Lestrade and John followed watching silently from the doorway as Sherlock placed the terrified girl on the bed facing him, she looked up at him, stiffening every time a new flash of lighting illuminated the room. Sherlock pointed to the periodic table on the wall behind him.

"Close your eyes, name them all off in any order" He ordered, "Which ones can you remember?"

"A-antimony, arsenic, aluminum, s-selenium" Natty started, her voice shaking less with each one, "Hydrgen, Oxygen, Nitrogen, Rhenium..."

This went on for some minutes until Natty couldn't name anymore elements and was obviously starting to get sleepy. Sherlock laid her down on the pillow and covered her with the blanket before exiting the room, walking right past John and Lestrade.

"Natty suffers from extreme Brontophobia" Sherlock supplied going back to his place on the couch, "Always has"

John gave Lestrade a look, that 'see he isn't as cold as you think' look. Lestrade had to agree.

Natty ran, she ran and ran till she couldn't anymore. She huddled herself into a dark corner of the alley way and cried. Flinching in the cold rain trying her best to hide away from the bright lightning and loud thunder above her. Her dad had gone crazy, he'd come in yelling and screaming about her mother being a slut and suddenly there was a gun and a blast and her mum was dead. Then her dad started to cry and there was another bang and he was dead too. Didn't they remember her? There was red everywhere, then suddenly there were flashing lights and yelling, so she ran.

Out the window and into the streets before anybody could see her. Now she was lost, alone, frightened and soaked. She stayed in the dark corner for hours, ignored by the few people who passed through the soaking alley, if they saw her at all. Nobody would notice the tiny blonde child, they were too busy rushing back to their homes to get warm.

"A little far from home, aren't we?"

Natty jumped at the voice, looking up to see a tall, darkly dressed man with messy wet hair looking down at her.

"I noticed right away that couple had a child" He drawled, "Even though the police missed it entirely, just cause they were poor and you didn't have a room or toys. I saw the signs however"

"Are you a police man?" Natty asked standing up trying to make herself look tall.

"No, I'm a consulting detective" She replied, "This storm is terrible, we should get dry don't you think?"

He turned and walked down the alley, leaving Natty behind, she sniffed, he turned back.

"Are you coming or not?" He called, Natty's head shot up, "Unless you would rather stay here of course"

Natty ran after him, stumbling a bit on the slick pavement, the man gave a smile and lifted her up, holding her against his chest inside his coat to protect her from the wind and rain as much as possible.

"I'm Sherlock Holmes' He introduced as he walked

"I'm Natty"

Like I said before, I really like Natty.

A fan pointed out to me that in the first chapter Joe is 8 and then suddenly 14 later on. TOTALLY my bad! I didn't even realize! Well from now on he is 14 :P

New Sherlock video is up!

Its called 'Sherlock - Keep Moving, Sherlock's Return' by yugiohlorie