Author's note: 35/60.

Pairing: Sherlock x Mycroft (platonic), Sherlock x John

Warnings: OOC, mentions of abuse

Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock BBC

Abuse

When Sherlock arrived at the crime scene, he found an odd sight: a small boy, no older than 6, was whimpering and trying to avoid Donovan's touch, who was oblivious to the fact that she was scaring the child.

Sherlock headed over there and said: "Donovan, you have a job to do, John will take care of the child." Donovan glared at him but left to do her job, leaving Sherlock with the boy.

In an uncharacteristic move, Sherlock kneeled in front of the boy so that he was at his height but did not touch him. "My name is Sherlock." He said simply, speaking to the child like an adult.

"I am Adrian" was his mumbled reply.

"It's nice to meet you Adrian; why are you here?"

Adrian looked shyly at Sherlock, not knowing why but trusting that this man would not hurt him. "My mother left me here."

Sherlock's lips tightened in response but his reaction was so small that Adrian did not notice it. "That was not nice of her. How long have you been out here alone?"

"Two days."

"And how did the police find you?"

"The lady from before saw me walking towards here and now she thinks I am the dead person's son."

Sherlock sighed in frustration and he mumbled: "Why are your people so damn stupid Lestrade?" His frustration earned a giggle from Adrian.

"Well, Adrian, let's get you over to my friend John, he is a doctor and he will make sure that you are not hurt."

"Okay." Adrian mumbled.

Sherlock lifted the young boy in his arms, the action of carrying the child coming naturally to him, and he headed towards John.

"John this is Adrian. He has been out in the streets for two days; can you look him over for any injuries?" He asked, speaking in a loud tone.

"Of course. Hello Adrian, I am John. Can you follow me so that I can check you over?" Adrian nodded and John took the child from Sherlock's arms.

"How do you feel about us adopting?" Sherlock whispered in John's ear, earning a startled look but as soon as his arms carried the child's full weight and John felt just how thin he was, he gave a small nod.

Sherlock watched as John took the child to a secluded corner to check him over and when they were too far to hear, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Yes brother, what can I do for you?" an amused voice answered.

"I need your help. John and I want to adopt a boy found on a crime scene; hack into the cameras on my location and find out more details about who he is and get the process started." A few seconds of stunned silence followed this proclamation.

"And what would I gain?"

"I will owe you 60 favors."

"Done. He will be yours by the end of the day." The sound of a hung up call followed this statement and Sherlock smirked. Yes, this would be worth owing his brother. Now to go and ridicule Donovan in front of her boss. . .