This is taking a turn I did NOT fore-plan happening. Not sure how it'll turn out, but we'll see!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, but I do own Anna ( and Baby Natalia! )

Anna sat in Lestrade's office, cradling Natalia Northrop in her arms. New Scotland Yard had been waiting almost twenty-four hours for Child Protective Services to arrive, and it didn't look like they would be any time soon. Admittedly, the young Holmes had no first-hand experience with babies, so she was a bit concerned she would do something wrong- but thus far, out of everyone in Homicide and Forensics, Anna was the only one baby Northrop wouldn't cry and fuss for.

"I must be doing something right…" Anna thought, as she watched the newborn. Green eyes stared up into her brown; thin, wispy brown hair curled on top of the infant's head.

"Don't you worry about a thing," Anna whispered, "We'll find you a good home… Even if you skip around like I did… you'll find one, I promise. You're too sweet though… I'm sure you'll find a forever home quick and simple." The baby in her arms gave a sound that resembled a joyful giggle, causing Anna to smile down at her. "You won't have the hard time I did, I know it. Even so, if it does take time to find the correct family- it'll all be worth it. You'll feel down and unwanted until you find them- but when you do, it'll be like you belonged there your whole life. Everything will fall into place, just you wait and see."

From a distance, Anna heard Lestrade approaching his office- and after briefly looking up, she saw Sherlock and John in tow.

"No?"

"No. Made to look like one."

"What?" John asked, incredulously. The reached the office and filed in- Lestrade sending Anna an endearing smile, as her brother and John gave her a look of surprise.

"Is that—where'd you get an infant?" John asked softly, walking over and cooing for the baby.

"Case we're wrapping up," Anna explained," Mother was killed- baby literally cut out from her stomach."

"You're kidding!" John exclaimed as his eyes went wide.

"Wish I was."

"I think the better question is why do you have the infant?" Sherlock asked.

"She kept crying anytime anyone else would hold her," Anna told him, giving a sheepish grin.

"Annie's the only one Northrop is quiet for," Lestrade continued," Even those out there that have children themselves—Little Natalia just fussed and cried nonstop."

"May I?" John asked, inclining his head towards the infant.

"Be my guest, but don't say we didn't warn you," Anna chuckled, as John carefully reached out and took Natalia from Anna's arms. She began to make fussing sounds, before John started to gently rock her in his arms. Soon enough, those cries died down, and she was quiet once more.

"Well well, seems there's someone else that Natalia likes," noted Anna, leaning back on the couch to rest a bit.

"If the mother was killed, does that mean CPS is taking her?" John asked.

"Yeah, but they haven't shown up yet."

"Taking their sweet time," Lestrade frowned, hands on his hips.

"Can we—get back to the case at hand?" Sherlock asked, bored by the course of the conversation.

"Yeah yeah, Sher- go ahead," Anna waved him on, rolling her eyes playfully," You were saying, Lestrade?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. It was made to look like a gas leak. Hardly anything left of the place except a strong box – a very strong box – and inside it was this."

They looked down on Lestrade's desk and saw the while envelope, as Sherlock asked," You haven't opened it?"

"It's addressed to you, isn't it?" Lestrade quipped, causing Sherlock to reach toward the envelope.

"We've x-rayed it. It's not booby-trapped," Lestrade told him, just before his fingers touched the material.

"How reassuring!" Sherlock told him sarcastically, hesitating before he picked it up and takes it across the room to another table. Angling the lamp on it, he held the envelope close to the bulb as he examined both sides carefully. On the front, there was elegant handwritten words: Sherlock Holmes – by hand.

"Nice stationary. Bohemian," Sherlock noted.

"What?" Lestrade questioned.

"From the Czech Republic," Anna explained, as Lestrade gave her a small nod.

"No fingerprints?"

"None," Anna shook her head," Checked it myself."

"She used a fountain pen. A Parker Duo-fold – iridium nib."

"She?" John inquired.

"Obviously," Sherlock muttered.

"Obviously," John huffed softly, before his attention went back to baby Natalia, who was reaching out a small hand towards him.

Sherlock picked up a letter opener from the desk and carefully slit the envelope open. Anna watched carefully, almost with baited breath, as her brother peered inside the envelope and his mouth opened a little bit- as if surprised by the contents. He reached in and pulled out a pink Iphone.

"But that's – that's the phone, the pink phone," John said, shocked.

"What, from the Study in Pink?" Lestrade asked, causing Anna to look over at him briefly in mild surprise.

"Well, obviously it's not the same phone but it's supposed to look like…" Sherlock trailed off, before turning to face Lestrade as Donovan walked into the room and put some files down on Lestrade's desk.

"The Study in Pink? You read his blog?"

"Course I read his blog!" Lestrade answered," We all do! D'you really not know that the Earth goes round the Sun?" Donovan snickered loudly, causing Anna to glare over at her. Sherlock- whom was taking off his gloves also sends her a glare- as John pursed his lips in embarrassment. With a roll of her eyes, Donovan left the room as Sherlock turned his concentration back to the phone.

"It isn't the same phone," Sherlock continued, as Anna peered over his shoulder at the phone in question," This one's brand new."

"How do you know?" John asked.

"All the connection sockets have wear to them- they haven't been used," Anna explained for her brother, as he kept quiet and continued his inspection.

"Someone's gone to a lot of trouble to make it look like the same phone, which means your blog has a far wider readership," Sherlock said, throwing John an accusatory look- the doctor choosing to ignore it as he paid his attention to Natalia. As Sherlock switched the phone on, it dinged- alerting a voice message.

"You have One. New Message."

All eyes went to the phone, as the four of them- minus Natalia- listened closely. The message played, but there was no voice, just sound. The unmistakable sound of the Greenwich Time Signal; four short pips followed by one longer tone.

"Doesn't the Greenwich Pips usually have five pips and then the long tone?" Anna questioned.

"Yeah," Lestrade nodded.

"Is that it?" John asked, looking slightly confused.

"No. That's not it." Sherlock answered, sassily, as he examined a photo that was on the screen of the phone. Lestrade walked over, and standing beside Anna, they looked over Sherlock's shoulder at the screen.

"An unfurnished room… fireplace… peeling wallpaper and a mantelpiece mirror…" Anna explained what they were seeing, so John could understand a bit. He tossed her a slightly appreciative smile- to which she returned.

"What the hell are we supposed to make of that? An estate agent's photo and the bloody Greenwich pips!" Lestrade frowned.

"It's a warning," Sherlock breathed, gazing thoughtfully out into the distance.

"A warning for what?" Anna questioned her brother.

"Some secret societies used to send dried melon seeds, orange pips, things like that. Five pips. They're warning us it's going to happen again," Sherlock explained, as he looked down at the photo again- before brandishing the phone at the others and going to leave the office," And I've seen this place before!"

"H-hang on!" John exclaimed, standing up in a slight hurry.

"Here-! You go, I'll take her," Anna told him, holding her arms out for Natalia.

"Right," John nodded, handing the newborn over to the youngest Holmes, before going to follow Sherlock out of the office," What's gonna happen again?"

"Boom!" Sherlock simply answered, turning back and raising his hands dramatically, before turning back towards the lift.

"You be okay?" Lestrade asked Anna, as he grabbed his coat.

"Yeah, yeah—don't worry. Been looking after her most the morning. Just go—look after my brother," Anna ushered the Detective Inspector. He gave her a nod, before disappearing after the other two. A soft gurgle caught her attention, as she looked down into the innocent eyes of Natalia.

"Never a dull time with my brother involved," Anna whispered to her," You hungry? Let's go get you something to eat, yeah?"

0o0o

With a roll of her eyes, Anna walked into the lab and glared at her brother- to which he ignored. John looked up and became mildly concerned.

"Sherlock—" she started, walking over to the table and standing across from him," I swear- if you don't answer him soon—we're going to have issues. He's texting me now! To get YOU!"

"Sorry- who's texting?" John asked.

"Mycroft!" Anna exclaimed, her voice high- before she took a deep breath to calm down," Look- I can't have him texting me in order to get an answer from you—I'm busy with work and Natalia—"

"How's she doing, by the way?" John asked.

"Not bad, really. She's sleeping at the moment- got her a nice, safe place—tucked in Lestrade's office," Anna giggled, slightly zoning out," He's actually really good with children…"

A beep sounded through the room, bringing Anna out of her thoughts," I know that sound. No match eh?" Sherlock merely frowned at her, before returning to his microscope. A trill went off for another text alert, causing Anna to wordlessly glare at her brother.

"Pass me my phone."

"Where is it?" John asked, looking around the room.

"Jacket."

Anna saw John straighten up slowly, almost in disbelief- sending her an unamused look. She held up her hands and turned away from her brother.

"I've dealt with him for 17 years. It's your turn, Doctor Watson."

John stiffly walked around the table, slamming one hand onto Sherlock's left shoulder and roughly pulled open his jacket- rummaging around inside the pocket.

"Careful," Sherlock murmured, slight anger lacing his voice- as he didn't even bother to look up from the microscope. Anna bit her lip softly to keep herself from giggling, as John sent Sherlock a glare. He pulled Sherlock's phone out of his jacket and looked at it.

"Text from your brother."

"No surprise," Anna frowned.

"Delete it."

"Delete it?" John questioned, as Anna exclaimed at the same time, "Sherlock!"

"Missile plans are out of the country now. Nothing we can do about it."

Anna placed her palms on the edge of the table and hung her head in exasperation.

"Well, Mycroft thinks there is. He's texted you eight times. Must be important," John said, as Anna looked up to see him closing Sherlock's phone with a simple snap.

Sherlock raised his head in exasperation, asking," Then why didn't he cancel his dental appointment?"

"His what?" John asked with a sigh.

"Mycroft never texts if he can talk," Anna explained," So, he must have went to the dentist recently- and is still healing from whatever they done to his jaw."

"Look, Andrew West stole the missile plans, tried to sell them, got his head smashed in for his pains. End of story," Sherlock said," The only mystery is this: why is my brother so determined to bore me when somebody else is being so delightfully interesting?" Immediately, his attention went back to the microscope- as John glared at him.

"Try and remember there's a woman here who might die."

"What for?" Sherlock asked, looking up at John.

"Sherlock!" Anna reprimanded.

"This is a hospital of people dying. Why don't you go and cry by their bedside and see what good it does them?" Sherlock suggested, noting the looks of frustration and anger on both John's and Anna's faces.

Beep.

"Seventeen years. Always the same," Anna muttered, crossing her arms in front of her- as the door opens and Molly walks in.

"Any—oh, hello Anna," Molly greeted, before returning her attention to Sherlock," Any luck?"

"Oh, yes!" Sherlock exclaimed, triumphantly, as Molly came to stand near him. The door opened once more, causing all eyes to (briefly for the boys) go towards it. Anna stopped a moment to eye him.

"Thirties… awkward… no—maybe? Hmm… I can't get a good read… He's cute though…"

"Oh, sorry. I didn't…" he said, causing another thought to go through Anna's head.

"Voice extremely flattering too… please… speak more…"

"Jim! Hi!" Molly smiled, as he made to leave- but she stopped him," Come in! Come in!" Sherlock briefly looked up, eyes scanning Molly before going back to the microscope.

"Jim, this is Sherlock Holmes—and his sister, Anna Holmes."

"Ah!" Jim smiled, as John turned towards them and Molly looked at him blankly.

"And uh… sorry."

"John Watson. Hi."

"Hi," Jim smiled, shyly, standing behind Molly slightly. Anna noticed his eyes were locked on Sherlock, almost admiringly.

"So, you're Sherlock Holmes. Molly's told me all about you. You on one of your cases?" Jim walked closer to Sherlock, causing John to step out of the way.

"Oh, his voice. I could melt in that," Anna thought, before taking a breath," Get a hold of yourself Holmes."

"Jim works in I.T. upstairs. That's how we met. Office romance," Molly giggled, alongside Jim.

"Oh… great…."

"Gay."

Anna stopped short, staring at her brother while trying to keep from bursting out laughing at Molly's look of horror.

"Sorry, what?"

Sherlock raised his head, realizing what he just done.

"Nothing," Sherlock said, giving a false smile to Jim," Um, hey."

"Hey." A metal dish clattered to the floor, and as Jim bent down to pick it up Sherlock rolled his eyes- and John and Anna to face-palm.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Jim giggled nervously, scratching his arm as he wandered back towards Molly.

"Well, I'd better be off. I'll see you at The Fox, 'bout six-ish?"

"Yeah!" Molly nodded in excitement. Jim stopped beside her, placing a hand on her back as he looked back at Sherlock.

"It was nice to meet you." An awkward silence stretches, before Anna rolls her eyes at her brother.

"You too, Jim. I apologize for my brother- he's one track minded at the worst of times."

"Quite alright," Jim smiled to her, before taking one last look at Sherlock then turning and leaving the room. Molly waited until the door was closed before rounding on Sherlock.

"What d'you mean, gay? We're together."

"And domestic bliss must suit you, Molly." Sherlock said, looking over at her," You've put on three pounds since I last saw you.

"Two and a half."

"Nuh, three."

"Sherlock," Anna and John warned in unison.

"He's not gay. Why d'you have to spoil…? He's not."

Sherlock gave a snort, before returning to his microscope," With that level of personal grooming?"

"Because he puts a bit of product in his hair? I put product in my hair."

"You wash your hair," Sherlock corrected," There's a difference. No- no. Tinted eyelashes; clear signs of taurine cream around frown lines; those tired clubber's eyes. Then there's his underwear."

"His underwear?" Anna choked, before thinking," I didn't even look at his underwear…"

"Visible above the waistline – very visible. Very particular brand," Sherlock explained, as he reached for the metal dish," That, plus the extremely suggestive fact that he just left his number under this dish here…" He showed Molly the card Jim left," … And I'd say you better break it off now and save yourself the pain."

Molly stared at him for a moment, before turning and running out of the room. Sherlock looked after her in slight surprise, almost startled by her reaction.

"Charming, well done," John told him, sarcastically.

"Just saving her time. Isn't that kinder?"

"'Kinder'? No, no- Sher. That- wasn't kind," Anna told him, as he looked over at his sister," Molly seemed to really be interested in him. Imagine being interested in something—and then learning that it's more than likely a lie?"

Sherlock shrugged in indifference," Can't."

"Whatever you say Sher," Anna said, walking around the table and picking up the card with Jim's number," Besides- what if he wasn't romantically interested in you? What if he needed your help with a case, and this was his own… unique… way of asking for it?"

Sherlock merely gave her look of disbelief, to which she rolled her eyes—just as her phone rang.

"Holmes," Anna said, as she answered; after listening a few moments, and nodding she said," Alright. I'll be there right away."

"New case?" John asked.

"No- CPS is there for Natalia… I… I want to make sure she's in good hands… I… I know what it's like… being tossed around in the system…"

John gave her an understanding look, before gently smiling and saying," Give her a kiss goodbye for me, yeah?"

"I will—good luck," Anna said, motioning towards her brother—who had his head back at the telescope.

"Thanks," John muttered with a sigh. As Anna walked out the room, she absent-mindedly slipped her phone—and the card with Jim's number- in her back pocket. All that mattered to her right now—was Natalia's wellbeing.

What do YOU guys think? Should she give Jim a call? Should a small romance start between them?