Sorry it's taken so long for me to write this next chapter. I wasn't sure as to how I'd write this chapter. I was, mainly, at a writer's block. ::shivers:: I think writer's block is one of the worst things in the world to have. Especially when people want to read the next chapter of your story! I hope everyone likes the story!!! And I'm sorry, but this chapter's gonna be a short one! But that's okay! I think I actually have an idea for the next chapter!!!

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Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, we know! I don't own any of the characters except the children and Alexia. But the plot is mine. Now let's get on with the story!!!

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Dedicated to:

snowwolf

just a reader

Your Worshipfulness

The Adler Sisters

Victoria Russell

You're the people that keep me writing this story! Even though it can be improved...by a lot...maybe I can get that straightened out at writing camp...

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"Mrs. Hudson, would you please make sure no one will disturb me for a few minutes?" shouted Holmes. "I need to make a phone call! It's very urgent!" Holmes left for the telephone before Mrs. Hudson could respond.

Holmes called Dr. Amberley, the ever-silent retired physician that lived nearby. "Dr. Amberley, please...Hello, Dr. Amberley?...No, I'm fine...it's about the dark-haired girl you took care of...I need to move her from the cottage for a spell...Is it possible for me to move her?...How far? It would be ideal if she could be moved out of the country...Doctor Amberley, she needs to leave...I can't tell you yet, but I need to get her as far away from here as is humanly possible...all right, not out of the country...Can I move her to a hospital in Surrey?...Fine...Good, good...thank you, Amberley." He hung up.

"Mrs. Hudson!" called out Holmes. "We'll be moving Alexia to a different town. Could you help the nurses get her ready?"

"Mr. Holmes, I have three children to take care of and one to find because Mycroft can't find any of them!"

"Violet," muttered Holmes under his breath, heading up the steps. He knew exactly where to find her. He opened Russell's door quietly and saw a scene he would loathe to disturb. Violet was curled up next to her mother, and both were sleeping peacefully. But, Holmes knew that Mrs. Hudson wouldn't allow the two-year-old girl to stay with her mother in bed. If Holmes woke Violet, though, that might wake up Russell...

I think I'll just face Mrs. Hudson's wrath, thought Holmes. It's never made me feel as guilty as when I disturb Russell when she's recuperating from an accident. I'll just have to pretend to be cowed in front of Mrs. Hudson. Again. He quickly closed the door to Russell's room and told the nurse outside the door not to open the door to Mrs. Hudson until he went in again. The nurse nodded her understanding.

Holmes went downstairs, avoiding the children clambering up to him as much as possible.

"Mr. Holmes, would you please take at least one of your children with you while you go take Alexia to wherever you're taking her?"

"Of course, Mrs. Hudson. Now, who should I take?" The children clambered at his legs, clutching to him.

"I think I need to spend some time with my little Judith." He scooped her up in his arms. The other two pouted their way over to Mrs. Hudson. Mrs. Hudson scooped them up in her arms and said, "Let's go find your sister! I think she might be in a certain room with a certain girl named Mary."

"Oh, Mrs. Hudson, she's not in there. I checked." Mrs. Hudson scrutinized is face, trying to tell if he was joking with her or hiding something from her.

"Mr. Holmes..."

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson?" Her fears were confirmed. He was hiding something in Mary's room and that something seemed to probably be a little two-year-old girl.

"Mr. Holmes, please step aside one moment."

"Now, now, Mrs. Hudson, Russell's fine."

She hesitated, then smiled wanly and said, "If you say so, Mr. Holmes." She decided it would be best to wait until Mr. Holmes was out taking Alexia to wherever he was going.

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Mycroft was walking outside in the garden contemplating the difficulties of little children and how hard it is to take care of them. Why do I melt when I see little children? Why do I always keep giving into their will? And especially why Violet more than the others? True, she seems to be able to make her face show such pleading and innocence...she has too much talent as an actress...in a way, just like her father...

He was jolted from his reverie when he spotted a familiar figure running up the road to the Holmes cottage. The man limped a bit, puffing heavily. Obviously not used to exercise. He had a greying mustache that used to be a brownish blond. No matter how long it had been since his army years, he still kept his handkerchief up his sleeve. His boots were mud-splattered, showing he was too much in a hurry and to preoccupied to wait for a cab.

"Mycroft...where...are...they?..." the mustachioed man asked, gasping heavily.

"Inside, Watson. But, John, you really need to rest," said Mycroft. And not find out who is the other injured girl.

Watson was panting as he reached Mycroft, his face blanched to an unhealthy pallor. "What's happened I heard about Mary and Alexia..."

"Wait right here while I get something cold for you," said Mycroft hastily. Watson plopped down on a bench in the garden while Mycroft rushed towards the house.

"Mrs. Hudson!" he yelled. "Dr. Watson's here! I need him to..."

"Before you say another word, Mycroft, would you please take care of one of the children? The boys won't let me go upstairs!"

"Of course; now, Mrs. Hudson..." He stopped mid-sentence. A thought came to his head. He decided to leave Mrs. Hudson be and get the glass of water himself.

When he walked into the kitchen, he understood why she wanted him to take care of the boys. Jonathan was hanging onto her leg while David was pulling the drawers apart. He pried Jonathan from Mrs. Hudson and grabbed the glass from David's hands, which he was about to let drop on the floor. He filed the glass of water to only have it upset by Jonathan, who he was holding with his left arm. He filled the glass again, not noticing as it overflowed into the sink. He was too engrossed in the struggle between Mrs. Hudson and David to notice.

Mycroft's gaze was riveted from the scene by a splash of water on his face; Jonathan had gotten hold of the overflowing glass of water and splashed the water in his face.

Mycroft filled the glass of water again, this time making sure that Jonathan was unable to grasp the glass. He exited the kitchen via the kitchen door.

He walked out of the kitchen to the front lawn, where he saw Watson about to enter trough the front door. He quickly walked towards Watson and shoved the glass of water into his left hand and deposited Jonathan onto Watson's right arm.

"If you'll excuse me, Watson; I need to check on the girls. Please take care of him, and stay outside. It's too frantic inside." he finished his speech abruptly and hustled to the door, shutting it soundly behind him.

Watson stood there a moment, dazed. But only a moment. The next moment, he was chatting with Jonathan (A/N: The doctor's favourite!) and sipping his glass of water.

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"Sherlock!"

"Yes, Mycroft?" They were both on the stairs, each holding one end of Miss Alexia's makeshift cot.

"We need to take her out the back door."

"Why?"

"Watson's here." Holmes almost dropped Alexia. (A/N: If you have not realized yet, when I say "Holmes," I mean "Sherlock," okay? Not anyone else.)

"I would have thought he'd be inside checking on Miss Houston and Russell."

"He is taking care of Jonathan right now. Though I really didn't give him much of a choice there. Everything seemed to have been dropped on him."

They made it to the back door. But, before either Mycroft or Holmes could open it, the handle turned and opened. A man stood there, a little boy by his side.

It was Watson and Jonathan.

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What will happen? Will Watson go beserk because he sees Alexia? What will Jonathan's reaction be? What will Mycroft and Holmes' reactions be? When will Sherringford get here? When will Russell wake up? When will Alexia wake up? Well, I can't really answer these questions myself because I am not certain. Read and Review if you want to learn more. If you don't, just R&R anyway!!!