John, I have to take Willow to the Yard –SH

No way are you taking her to SY –JW

It's to pick up a file and then we'll return to Baler Street, she won't see any corpses –SH

Hi, Sherlock, it's Mary. She can go if it's to pick up a file :) –MW

Thank you, Mrs Watson –SH

"Willow, get your coat on, I have to go and pick something up and I can't leave you alone." Sherlock told the young girl who was sat upside down on his sofa.

Willow rolled off of the sofa and pulled on her dark purple coat, but Sherlock helped her with the buttons as they were shaped like flowers which turned out to be extremely hard to button up with her tiny hands.

"Where are we going?" Willow inquired, picking up her Finding Nemo backpack.

"Scotland Yard." Sherlock replied as they walked down the seventeen stairs.

Willow's eyes lit up at the name. Her Uncle Greg worked there but her Mummy and Daddy wouldn't let her go because it was 'dangerous' and she might see something that she probably shouldn't. Willow didn't understand her parents sometimes; Sherlock had body parts in his kitchen, which she had seen before, but she wasn't allowed to see where the parts had come from. Ridiculous. Sherlock hailed a taxi for them and gave the address for Scotland Yard whilst she pressed her face up against the window, making faces at pedestrians.

"Willow." Sherlock warned her.

Sighing, she pulled her head away from the window and watched as the faint moon in the sky, even though it was morning, followed the car.

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The taxi came to a stop and Sherlock paid the cabbie after helping Willow out as she had inherited John's height and was still rather small for her age. Once her feet were firmly set on the pavement, she looked up at the immense building in awe. They even had a spinning sign! What could be dangerous about this? Sherlock smirked as he watched the young Watson try and take in all her surroundings at once. He held her hand and led her into Scotland Yard. They quickly got into the shiny lift before the red headed receptionist stopped them.

"Scotland Yard might want to consider better security." Sherlock commented as the lift moved upwards.

"Are we gonna see Uncle Greg?" Willow asked, hopefully.

"It's going to not gonna and yes, we will see him. Although, I don't know why you call him Uncle Greg." Sherlock replied.

"Going to then and you know his name is Greg." Willow said, looking up at the tall detective.

Sherlock simply hummed in response and the lift opened onto Lestrade's floor. There were a few officers at their desks, actually doing work but the rest were either crowded around the water fountain or in the bathroom, gossiping.

"Kidnapping now, Freak? Not very smart to walk into Scotland Yard with her though." Came Donovan's voice as she walked away from the water fountain.

"Ah, Sergeant Donovan. What a pleasure. I can assure you that I have not kidnapped her." Sherlock replied, sounding almost bored.

"Then who is she." Donovan asked, failing to hide her curiosity.

"This is Willow Watson." Sherlock introduced.

Donovan mouthed 'Watson' as she looked her up and down but Willow did not falter under the sergeant's glare.

"Got yourself a new assistant?" Donovan teased.

"Oh no, Sergeant Donovan, he's my assistant." Willow corrected her.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow at the young girl who nodded at him, as if to put the Consulting Detective in his place.

"Anyways, we've got to go and see Uncle Greg." Willow continued.

Donovan looked worried that Willow had just called her boss 'Uncle Greg' when she had been teasing them so she quickly scurried away. Willow fist-bumped her assistant, something that she insisted he did and made their way to Lestrade's office. Sherlock opened the door and Willow skipped in and threw her arms around her Uncle Greg.

"Hi!" She giggled.

"Hi, Will." Lestrade smiled, warmly.

When Willow had been born, the little mismatched family consisting of Sherlock, John, Mary, Greg, Molly, Mrs Hudson and even Mycroft had been in a bad place after the 'Miss me?' video but Willow coming into their lives had provided the little bit of hope that they had all needed. Willow was alos fond of Mycroft, which had surprised the others as he usually scared away mature adults with his icy demeanour.

"My assistant, Lock, is here to collect something." Willow informed him.

"Well, Lock, the files right there." Lestrade sniggered.

"I will knock you into the middle of next week." Sherlock growled back.

They stayed with Lestrade for another twenty minutes before Sherlock decided it was time to leave and dragged Willow out of Scotland Yard.

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"Since when am I your assistant?" Sherlock questioned during the cab drive home.

"Since I decided. You must call me Miss Watson." Willow giggled.

"Okay, Miss Watson." Sherlock played along.

"Very good, assistant Lock." Willow approved.

"It's Sherlock!" Sherlock cried out.

"No it's not." Willow smiled in a sing-song voice.

A/N Shorter than the last chapter, I know. Sorry. Just to clear something up, these are wrote in quite a simplistic way as they are more Sherlock through Willow's eyes and as she is quite a young age, she wouldn't be using many 'big words' apart from ones that she would've picked up from the adults she's around. I can do one where Willow's older if you'd like that. Also if you have any situations that's you'd like to see in here, just review it or PM me it and I'll fit it in :D