Hello everyone! Here's a new chapter for y'all! Some drama and excitement in this one. Have to spice things up after so much fluff. Oh and to the reviewer who wanted more Mycroft and Addie, we will see that next chapter, and I will try to work more in in future chapters too. Thanks for the reviews/follows/favs! Here's Chapter 12!

Chapter 12

They arrived on the scene and Sherlock immediately started talking with Lestrade and looking around. John led Addie over to the police car used by Scotland Yard and helped her in.

"Ok Addie, now you know how this works. Stay in the car until we are finished, unless it's an emergency, alright?"

"Ok Mr. John," she answered.

"That's a good girl. We'll be right back," he said shutting the door carefully.

Addie hummed to herself and played her puzzle game. Soon enough she got bored and took to looking out the window at the cars passing by. Then something caught her eye and she gasped and got excited. There was a kitten walking around just outside of the car and brushing up against the tires. Addie desperately wanted to pet the cat, but she knew she wasn't allowed to leave the car. She didn't want to be naughty but the cat was just right there and she could slip back in quickly if she needed to.

She made up her mind quickly and decided that petting the cat a few times wouldn't hurt any. She could be done in a minute and they'd never know she even left the car. Her decision was made and she carefully unlocked the door and slipped out.

She walked slowly and cautiously towards the cat and bent down in front of it. The cat immediately approached her and started rubbing against her legs. Addie giggled and started petting it. Something shiny caught her eye and she reached down to pick it up. It was a gold charm, from what she guessed was a necklace, in the shape of a heart. She smiled and reached for it, intending to give it to Sherlock when the cat snatched it in its mouth and ran off with it.

"Hey! Come back you dumb old kitty! That was mine!" she yelled. Addie, now only interested in getting the charm, started to run after the cat that was headed for the edge of the sidewalk.

Anderson was having a particularly bad morning. Everything he observed and presented to Lestrade was either shot down by Sherlock, or already figured out by Sherlock. Not that he expected anything less, but it felt like today it was in excess. He really, really hated Sherlock Holmes.

Not needed at the scene, he took to standing by the car and waiting to be filled in on everything the psychopathic detective and his little friend came up with. He heard a small voice giggling and he went round the car to see the newly four-year-old Addie Holmes petting and playing with a kitten. He immediately turned around and left her to it. He knew she wasn't supposed to be out of the car, but he wasn't about to correct her. He'd heard about her performance in Lestrade's office a few weeks before. Plus, it serves Holmes right if the girl doesn't listen. It's not his problem.

He watched her as she picked up a necklace charm then yelled at the cat when it grabbed it from her and ran away. He watched her chase the cat then his eyes widened in horror as he saw her step off the curb and into the street. He saw the bus before she did, still trying to tug the charm from the cat's teeth and Anderson didn't even think twice before he was on his feet, sprinting towards her. She may be a Holmes but she was still a child and he wasn't heartless.

He saw the moment Addie realized the danger she was in because her eyes widened and she let out a terrified scream. He also registered the screams of those at the crime scene and around him on the street as he launched himself at her. He grabbed her and shielded her with his own body as he rolled them away from the bus just in time. He felt intense pain in his head as it collided with the curb and all went black.

At the crime scene Donovan had been tuning out Sherlock's incessant ramblings about mineral deposits and the chemical make-up of the cologne the victim was wearing. She gazed blankly out at the street watching the cars and the people milling about. She suddenly gasped in horror, yelling "Oh god!" when she saw Addie run into the path of the bus.

Lestrade, John, and even Sherlock glanced up at her curiously then looked to where her shaking finger was pointing.

Lestrade screamed, "Addie!" and took off. John, Sherlock, and Sally were right behind him.

It seemed as if everything was in slow motion for Sherlock. He knew before they even reached the police car that they'd never get there in time.

A terrified, "ADDIE!" left his lips along with a strangled scream, and he didn't even realize he was capable of making such a noise.

John was screaming "NO!" as he and Lestrade continued to run towards her. Sherlock had stopped, staring in shock and frozen in fear. His legs seemed to stop working and he slowly started sinking towards the ground. He couldn't register exactly what happened next but he saw a figure pull Addie away last minute, throwing itself on top of her and rolling them towards the curb.

Sherlock's breath caught in his throat and his heart clenched at the sight of his baby sister nearly getting hit by a bus. He immediately snapped out of his daze when he heard Addie screaming and wailing in distress. His legs snapped back to life and he was sprinting towards her. Lestrade and John had removed the man who saved her and were seeing to him as he seemed to be unconscious, but Sherlock only had eyes for Addie. He scooped her up from Donovan's arms and crushed her tight to his chest. She was still wailing and shaking as he held her and rocked her back and forth.

"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god," he repeated, running his hands through her wavy hair. He was shaking himself as he held her and was nearly hyperventilating.

Sherlock felt Addie being removed from his arms and he immediately pulled her back to him. He felt a warm and comforting hand on his wrist.

"Shhh, Sherlock. I need to check her over. Make sure she's not hurt. I'll give her back. I promise," John said softly.

Sherlock allowed John to take her but he still held her hand tightly. Addie was still crying and was leaning against John as he looked her over.

"She seems to be ok. Just a few bruises and some scrapes. She hit her head on the pavement but there's no sign of concussion. She'll have a pretty big goose egg on her head though," John said. He gave her a kiss on the bump and hugged her tight to him before he handed her back to Sherlock. "She's just scared right now, that's why she's so upset. But she's relatively unharmed, thank god!"

Sherlock nodded and continued to rock her back and forth soothingly. "Thank god," he repeated. He was bombarded with so many emotions at once that his brain couldn't keep up and he simply shut down for a bit. He was furious with Addie for not staying in the car and for being so careless as to run in the street but he knew now was not the time for anger. Plus, his anger was overtaken by his pure terror, relief, and his desire to protect her and comfort her.

"Sherlock? Are you alright?" someone asked.

He looked up in search of the voice and saw Lestrade's concerned gaze. He nodded his head and slowed his erratic heartbeat.

"The man…the man who saved her...is he…is he alright?" Sherlock asked.

"Yeah, yeah, he's alright. Pretty good knock to the head. Concussion and bruises but he'll be fine," Lestrade answered.

Sherlock nodded absently, "Good. Good."

"She alright?" Lestrade motioned towards the still and silent Addie in his arms.

"Yeah. Just terrified and a little scraped up, but she's fine. Thanks to our hero."

"Right, about that-" Lestrade started

"You'll make sure he's ok? I want his contact information before he's released. Give it to Mycroft too, I'm sure he'll give him anything he might ask for, as well as knighthood if it's possible. I want this man shown the appreciation and respect he deserves." Sherlock interrupted.

"Sherlock. It's Anderson," Lestrade told him.

"What?" Sherlock asked, genuinely confused. "What does that idiot have to do with anything?"

"Sherlock, Anderson was the man," John explained. "He's the one who saved Addie. He threw himself over her and pulled her out of the way. He's the hero."

Sherlock stared blankly ahead and couldn't seem to process what was being said. He was confused and convinced it was a joke but he knew his friends wouldn't lie in this circumstance.

Instead of going to see Anderson, Sherlock stood up with Addie still attached to him and walked away towards the police car waiting to take them home.

Lestrade and John watched him get in the car and silently lay his head back against the headrest. They exchanged glances and knew to not push it. Sherlock needed time to process that his biggest annoyance and antagonist had just saved his sister's life. Eventually he would come to terms with it, but for now, his main concern was caring for Addie. Lestrade went to see to Anderson and John followed Sherlock to the car.

John entered the car on Sherlock's other side and they were off back to Baker Street. They both let out a collective and weary sigh. This wasn't exactly what either of them meant when they asked for an exciting day.