(SCOTLAND YARD, Third-Person POV: )

Greg was sitting in front of the desk of the Chief Superintendent while Donovan and Anderson stood nearby. The Chief walked around his desk to sit down behind it.

“Sherlock Holmes?” The Chief asked.

“Yes, sir,” Lestrade said respectfully.

“That bloke that’s been in the press,” The Chief continued.

“Mmm-hmm,” Lestrade hummed.

“I thought he was some sort of private eye,” The Chief said curiously.

“He is,” Lestrade confirmed.

“We’ve been consulting with him – that’s what you’re... you’re telling me?” The Chief asked, beginning to get angry. Lestrade nodded.

“Not used him on any proper cases, though, have we?” He questioned.

“Well, one or two,” the DI lied. Anderson, his arms folded and looking down at his feet, snorted quietly.

“Or twenty or thirty,” He said quietly, clearly amused.

“What?” The Chief snapped.

“Look, I’m not the only senior officer who did this. Gregson...” Lestrade began.

“Shut up! An amateur detective given access to all sorts of classified information, and now he’s a suspect in a case!” The Chief interrupted, his Scottish accent becoming more defined.

“With all due respect, sir...” Lestrade began again.

“You’re a bloody idiot, Lestrade! Now go and fetch him in right now!” The Chief interrupted again. Lestrade hesitated.

“Do it,” The Chief ordered sternly. Lestrade stood up and the three of them left the room. The Chief Superintendent took his glasses off and buried his head in his hand. Outside the others were on their way across the main office.

“Are you proud of yourselves?” Lestrade demanded angrily.

“Well, what if it’s not just this case? What if he’s done this to us every single time?” Anderson tested smugly. Sally grabbed her coat from the coat stand as she went past. Anderson apparently didn’t need one, being a cold-blooded reptile who wouldn’t feel the temperature drop outside. Lestrade stopped for his own coat, then took his phone out and started dialling. Hanging back from the other two, he raised the phone to his ear.

Shortly afterwards, John – standing in the centre of the living room at 221B – lowers his own phone from his ear and switched it off. He turned to Sherlock, who was now sitting in his armchair with Alice leaning against his legs on the floor.

“So, still got some friends on the Force. It’s Lestrade. Says they’re all coming over here right now, queuing up to slap on the handcuffs: every single officer you ever made feel like a tit, which is a lot of people,” John said sarcastically. Sherlock appeared to be taking no notice of him as well as Alice, and now Mrs. Hudson knocked on the closed living room door with her customary ‘Ooh-ooh!’ and then came in. She apparently felt the tension in the room.

“Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?” She asked. Sherlock rolled his eyes and looks away. She turned her attention to John.

“Some chap delivered a parcel. I forgot. Marked ‘Perishable’ – I had to sign for it,” The landlady-not-housekeeper told the three. John took the Jiffy bag from her and immediately realized that there was a wax seal over the flap. Sherlock looked across and also saw the seal. “Funny name. German, like the fairytales,” Mrs. Hudson commented. That got Alice’s attention and her eyes opened. Sherlock rose to his feet and walked forward, his gaze intense and locked on the Jiffy bag as John opened it and pulled out the contents. Alice followed Sherlock, holding his wrist again.

Outside, the sirens of several different vehicles were approaching. In John’s hand was a large gingerbread man but it was an unusual colour. He tilted it so that Sherlock and I could see it better.

“Burnt to a crisp,” Alice said curiously. The sirens stopped as the vehicles pulled up outside, and doors started to slam as people got out of the cars.

“What does it mean?” John asked, referring to the gingerbread man. The doorbell rang and at the same time someone pounded on the front door knocker.

“Police!” They shouted. Alice scowled, knowing what was coming.

“I’ll go,” Mrs. Hudson volunteered. She turned and hurried down the stairs as someone continued to knock on the door. Voices could be heard as she opened the door.

“Sherlock...” Donovan began. The three upstairs could hear every word.

“Evening, Mrs. Hudson,” Lestrade interrupted.

“We need to talk to you!” Donovan shouted up the stairs. John put the gingerbread man back into the envelope and put it on the table before heading out of the flat. Downstairs, Mrs. Hudson sounded angry.

“Don’t barge in like that!” She cried. Feet could be heard trotting up the stairs. Calmly Sherlock turned around and picked up his scarf and looped it around his neck, causing Alice to have to let go as he did. John was apparently blocking the stairs halfway up.

“Have you got a warrant? Have you?” John demanded.

“Leave it, John,” Lestrade insisted.

“Really! Manners!” Mrs. Hudson complained. Sherlock put his coat on.

Shortly afterwards Lestrade stood in front of him and read him his rights while one of two armed officers attached handcuffs to his left wrist. Alice stood next to John, arms crossed and looking very irritated.

“Sherlock Holmes, I’m arresting you on suspicion of abduction and kidnapping,” Lestrade said, sounding reluctant. John gestured towards Sherlock while looking at Greg as the officer pulled Sherlock’s left hand behind his back in order to cuff his other wrist.

“He’s not resisting,” John said, aggravated. Alice pursed her lips and put her tongue in her cheek unhappily.

“It’s all right, John. Alice, calm down,” Sherlock assured, giving Alice a stern look. She didn’t change.

“He’s not resisting. No, it’s not all right. This is ridiculous,” John argued.

“Get him downstairs now,” Lestrade ordered to the cop who had just cuffed Sherlock. The officer spun Sherlock around and marched him out of the door. Mrs. Hudson stood nearby almost in tears.

“You know you don’t have to do...” John began to Lestrade.

“Don’t try to interfere, or I shall arrest you too,” He interrupted, getting in his face and pointing at him sternly and obviously not liking his orders. He gave a pointed look to Alice before he turned and left the room.  John turned to Sally who was standing near the door. Alice didn’t afraid that she would lose it if she saw her.

“You done?” John demanded.

“Oh, I said it,” She said, looking smug and oh-so-very punchable as she walked into the room.

“Mmm-hmm?” John hummed.

“First time we met,” Donovan clarified.

“Don’t bother,” Alice snapped, looking at her the first time.

“’Solving crimes won’t be enough. One day he’ll cross the line.’ Now, ask yourself: what sort of man would kidnap those kids just so he can impress us all by finding them?” Donovan said snidely. Mrs. Hudson gasped. Just then the Chief Superintendent walked in.

“Donovan,” The Superintendent greeted.

“Sir,” She returned.

“Got our man?” He asked.

“Er, yes, sir,” Donovan confirmed.

“Looked a bit of a weirdo, if you ask me,” The Superintendent scoffed. John and Alice turned towards him. “Often are, these vigilante types,” He continued. He had been looking around the living room as he spoke but now he turned and saw the Captains staring at him. “What are you looking at?” He snapped. Sally’s eyes widened and she instantly lowers her head as if she knows what’s coming and can’t bear to look. John started to move and punched the fat Scottish man square in the nose. Donovan was about to say something, but before she could, Alice punched her cheek. She fell down, holding said cheek.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Alice sighed, closing her eyes and smiling. John chuckled.

Really liked imagining that last bit xD Anyway, again, no excuse for the slow update. I'm sorry.  Enjoy, vote, and comment fun peoples =)