Hello all! I did manage to get this updated, even if it is a bit later than usual. I had a great birthday, even though I am now old :p For those of you following my other story, Fly in the Ointment, I'm working on the next chapter so please bare with me. Anyways, thanks for all your support and here's Chapter 14!

Chapter 14

Addie laid her note on the seat next to her so it wouldn't get crumpled in her pocket. She wanted it to be nice and neat so Anderson would like it. Sherlock saw the paper and became curious. He didn't remember seeing her with any paper when they were leaving. He saw that it was a page ripped from her journal and he immediately got scared that she was going to show one of her entries to Lestrade or Donovan. He reached for the paper.

"Addie, what's this?" he said as he picked it up.

"Sherlock! Give it back!" she said trying to grab it from him.

"What is it?" he asked again, pulling it away from her.

"Stop it! You're gonna rip it!" Addie yelled.

Sherlock reluctantly let go. "Addie, can I please see it?"

"It's just a note," she said.

"For who?"

"Mr. An'erson. It's a thank you note I made for him."

Sherlock looked at her thoughtfully.

"Do you wanna read it? You gotta promise you won't laugh or make fun of me," Addie said.

"I promise Addie," he said.

"Pinkie swear?" she asked.

"Pinkie swear," he said, crossing her pinkie with his.

Addie handed over her now slightly crumpled paper and Sherlock read it over.

Dear Mr. Anerson,

Thank you for saving me from the big bus. You were very brave! I 'preeshiate your sacrifice and your heerowik akshuns. I am very grateful that you were there to save me and keep me from getting hurt. I'm sorree you hit your head and got a 'cussion and had to go to the hospital. Mr. Jawn said a 'cussion can be very painful and it gives you a bad headake. I hope your headake goes away soon and you feel better! Thanks again for helping me not get hurt!

Love Addie Holmes

Sherlock smiled and looked at the pictures drawn on the bottom of the page. There was a lopsided flower and a cloudless rainbow. He had to admit the note was very sweet. He admired her childlike love and gratitude towards people she barely knew. Even if Anderson is an idiotic prat, he still deserved every bit of appreciation Addie gave him. He handed the note back to her and smoothed out the creases he had made in it when he tried to pull it away from her earlier.

Addie bit her lip nervously and looked at Sherlock. "Do you think he'll like it? Mr. John helped me spell some words, but only the really hard ones. I sounded the rest out by myself. And I drawed a flower and a rainbow cuz they make me happy and maybe they will make him happy too and help his head feel better."

Sherlock patted her head, "I think he'll like it a lot Addie." And he should. If he doesn't he'll have a black eye to match his bruised head.

They pulled up to the Yard and Sherlock paid the cabbie. He took her hand in his and made his way to Lestrade's division.

"Hi Mr. 'Strade!" Addie greeted brightly.

Lestrade smiled back, "Hi Addie. How are you feeling? "

"I'm much better! My head still kinda hurts a little but I got medicine for it."

"Good to know," he said with a wink.

"We're here to see Mr. An'erson. Is he here?"

"Yes, he is actually, he's in his office right down the hall," Lestrade said. "I'll show you." Lestrade led them to Anderson's office and knocked on the closed door.

Anderson opened it. "Yes, sir?"

"Addie and Sherlock Holmes here to see you? Are you busy?"

Anderson looked shocked and slightly horrified that Sherlock Holmes was coming to his office, but a quick look from Lestrade had him agreeing.

"No, it's fine You can send them in," he answered.

Addie came through first, shyly and quietly coming to a stop at his desk.

"Hello Mr. An'erson," she greeted politely.

"Hello," he said back. He could see Sherlock lingering in the doorway.

"Me and Sherlock wanted to say thank you," Addie said, looking to Sherlock and gesturing him inside.

Sherlock came in and stood behind Addie.

"Anderson," he greeted.

"Holmes," he said back, giving him a raised eyebrow.

"I wanted to say…thank you," Sherlock gritted out, as if showing any gratitude towards Anderson pained him. "Thank you…for saving my sister. It was very…er…nice of you," he finished awkwardly.

"You're…uh…welcome," Anderson answered back just as awkward.

That was as much as either man was going to say to the other.

"I wrote you a thank you note and I drawed some pictures for you," Addie spoke up. "Do you wanna see?"

Sherlock was staring at him, as if daring him to upset her and see what happens.

"Yeah, sure," he answered.

Addie walked up to his chair and handed him the note. He read it over and couldn't help but smile at it. Addie watched his face nervously and waited for his reaction.

"Thanks kid, it's great. I really like it," Anderson said.

Addie's face lit up and she enthusiastically got closer to him to show her the pictures she drew. "I drawed a flower cuz flowers are pretty and I like flowers. And then I drawed a rainbow cuz rainbows and flowers make me happy and make me feel better when I don't feel good. And I know your head got hurt real bad so I thought they would make you feel better too."

Anderson now had a stupid grin on his face. "They do, Addie. I feel better already."

Addie beamed at him but then her face grew worried again. "You have a big bump on your head Mr. An'erson. And you got a lotta cuts and bruises," she said looking at the ground. "I'm sorry you got a 'cussion and had to go to the hospital cuz of me. And I'm sorry you got hurt!"

Anderson turned to face her. "It's ok kid. I'm not that hurt. I'll survive," he winked at her. "Don't worry about me. The most important thing is that you're alright. Are you ok?" he asked, genuinely worried.

"Uh-huh. I got a bruise on my head. See," she pointed to her forehead. "But it doesn't really hurt too bad anymore. I have medicine for it and Sherlock and Mr. John make sure I take it. It's really yucky though. I don't like it, but Sherlock said I have to take it if I wanna get better."

Anderson eyed Sherlock who was still lingering in the doorway.

"Well, your brother is right. It's important to take your medicine, even if it doesn't taste good."

"Do you have medicine for your head, Mr. An'erson? I hope it's not as gross as mine!"

Anderson laughed at that. "I do have medicine, but it's not too bad."

"Oh, good!" Addie said, relieved.

Sherlock spoke up from the doorway, "Let's go Addie. I'm sure Anderson has a lot of work to do." Sherlock knew Addie could stay and talk for hours if she was allowed to. It was not even 10 minutes and Sherlock was already getting uncomfortable.

Addie nodded in acknowledgement but still stood by Anderson's desk.

"Thank you for saving me and being brave!" she said as she hugged him. Anderson awkwardly patted her back.

"Er..yeah. You're welcome, Addie," he said as she let go.

Addie walked over to Sherlock and took his hand to leave the office. She looked back as they got to the door. "Bye Mr. An'erson! I hope your head feels better soon!" she said and waved.

Anderson said a quick "thank you" and waved back.

He watched as the pair left his office and turned down the hall. He looked back to the note she had given him and pulled a pin from his desk. Call him sentimental and soft, but he knew he had to pin it up on the wall. It was one of the nicest letters he'd ever received.