Author's Note:

What did I say? This chapter is longer and more exciting. It's also the first time we see a little Johnlock flirting in action!:3

I'm quite a quick writer so hopefully there'll be another chapter tomorrow although I have school (It got cancelled today because of the snow) :D :D

Enjoy and please review! It only takes a second but makes my day!

Sherlock stormed down the pavement, scuffing his shoes on the pavement. He kept thinking about John's reaction. Or lack of! Maybe he shouldn't have said it... And now he'd been dragged into finding Rebecca! It wasn't really fair. He'd never wanted children or had any experience with them! When Irene had told him she was pregnant, he'd begged her to have an abortion. She'd refused as he knew she would. He'd warned her that he was bad with children but she hadn't listened. Instead Sherlock had watched his relationship with Irene go rapidly downhill. And now his wife was dead, leaving him to look after the daughter he'd never really wanted.

He tracked Rebecca's phone movements until it stopped... At the Graveyard Irene was buried in. Sherlock rolled his eyes. How could this emotional wreck of a girl be his own flesh and blood? She was intelligent enough, but Irene's death had changed her. Something Sherlock would never have allowed to happen to himself. She must have gotten it from Irene.

By now he was entering the graveyard. He could see the grave that belonged to his wife, the one he hadn't visited since the funeral. Crouched by the gravestone was his daughter. Her dark brown hair was soaked in snow and her shoulders were shaking. Sherlock wondered whether he should go and talk to her, but instead he stood a distance from her. It reminded him of when he'd had to fake his own death. When he'd watched John mourn for a man who was still alive. Except this time, there was no miracle. Irene Adler was well and truly dead.

Sherlock was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't even notice his brother race past him. He didn't notice his daughter begin to scrape away at the grave, attempting to dig her mother up. He didn't hear her scream as Mycroft lifted her and dragged her from the grave. He didn't hear John's shout as he ran down the track. Finally, he was woken as John grabbed his arm.

"Sherlock! Sherlock!"

"John? What are you doing here? I thought you had work."

"Are you alright?" John asked.

"Of course I'm alright. Why wouldn't I be?" John looked at him for a minute.

"Didn't you just see...?"

"See what?"

"Rebecca... She tried to..."

"What? What about Rebecca? Is she alright?"

"She tried to dig up Irene's grave..." John muttered, shocked that Sherlock, who was normally the most observant person in the world, hadn't noticed this. Sherlock looked over to his wife's grave. Sure enough, the earth had been meddled with. Grass had been stripped from the surface, leaving ugly mud in its place.

"I'll have to sort that out later..."

"Sherlock? Did you not just hear me? Rebecca tried to dig up Irene's grave. Mycroft's taken her to the police station."

"Why? Couldn't he just drop her off at the flat?"

"Sherlock, this is really serious! Mycroft is considering putting her into an asylum. Only temporarily of course." John added hastily

"What?"

"She tried to dig up her mother's grave, Sherlock! That isn't exactly normal teenage behaviour."

"That depends on the teenager." Sherlock said and walked over to the grave his daughter had just maimed. "What was she looking for?"

"No idea. You're normally the one who works it out, not me."

"Yes, but I'm distracted. And when I'm distracted, I never perform as well."

"What's distracting you?" John asked, looking around to see anything that could possibly be annoying Sherlock.

"You are." Sherlock said and when John looked back at Sherlock, he found himself being stared at by a pair of crystal grey eyes.

"Sherlock..."John warned, looking around to make sure nobody had heard. "Not here."

"Why not?"

"Let's just...talk about it later. When we've dealt with Rebecca." Sherlock sighed and nodded. The pair walked down the path and out into the street.

"by the wya, you never answer my question. Why didn't you go to work?"

"I did."

"But...?"

"I managed to get someone to cover for me."

"Why?"

"I... I was worried about you." John admitted. Sherlock smiled like a little school girl.

"I like the sound of that."

"Sod off, Sherlock!" John exclaimed and shoved Sherlock playfully. The two men then went into a fit of giggles, stopping only to find a cab.

"Take us to Paddington Green Police Station." John informed the cabbie as they got inside the vehicle.

"Paddington Green? Why Paddington Green?"

"I just got a text from Lestrade." He held his phone up to Sherlock.

SH's brother just arrived with daughter. Station in uproar. Care to explain? Lestrade.

"Station in uproar? What does he mean 'uproar'? Couldn't he be a little bit more specific?" Sherlock moaned.

"It's just a text Sherlock." John replied and looked out of the window. "Why would Rebecca try to dig up Irene's grave?"

"Desperation? Insanity? It's more likely she was just trying to find out what happened to Irene. Seeing as neither of us have been told! She was probably looking for evidence. For a story to keep hold of. Although Irene's death has changed her. She's not the same anymore." John snorted.

"Like you'd know! You barely talked to her Sherlock. Irene brought that child up on her own."

"I had other stuff to do."

"More important than your daughter?" John asked.

"Much more important." John sighed, knowing that the conversation wasn't getting anywhere. "Just, be sensitive."

"I can be sensitive."

"Sherlock, I'm not joking. This is serious. You need to be considerate. You owe it to Rebecca."

"Fine! Fine!"Sherlock muttered and leaned his head back. Suddenly, he jumped forward, leaping into conversation. "What right does Mycroft have to put Rebecca in an asylum? She's my daughter! If I don't give permission then they can't legally take her away. And taking her Paddington Green! That's a prison for terrorists! Just because Lestrade is there... with Anderson..." Sherlock continued to mumble inaudibly.

"Sherlock, we're here." John said as he pulled out a fiver to give the cabbie. He turned to find Sherlock half way up the steps. "Wait for me, Sherlock!" He began yelling but ended in a mutter when he realised Sherlock wasn't listening.

He raced up the stairs after his best friend only to find him standing face to face with Anderson.

"Hello, Anderson."

"Psychopath." Anderson nodded at Sherlock before turning to John. "You and the freak can go through to Lestrade.

"That you Anderson." Sherlock said through gritted teeth and shoved past him. John followed, ignoring Anderson who was now nursing a bruised shoulder.

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