Mycroft Holmes had made the call at approximately 10:00am in the morning claiming that Sherlock and John are to take the flight flying over to France at 1:00pm. There was a case, something about very important files concerning the wellbeing of England being stolen. He announced that they need not worry about their clothes and facilities as they were all packed suitably according to the place and the climate they were about to deal with. Their passport and ticket would be sent to them and the only thing they had to do was to collect them, get ready and take the airplane allotted to them.
Sherlock at first claimed that the information was given in a short notice and he refuse to agree with the conditions and said that the government missing files were simply boring and that they have very little use to him. Mycroft tried to manipulate Sherlock into coming; saying that Sherlock owes him a favor, but he dismisses it bluntly by saying that Mycroft owes him many favors .
After a long time, with a rather stressful argument (At least for Mycroft), Sherlock agreed to take the case. But there was another problem. The problem was named Rosie. John Watson's little daughter. Usually while John and Sherlock are on cases, they leave little Rosie with Mrs. Hudson. But fortune was not with them today. Mrs. Hudson was tired of her 'boys' constant chasing, disturbing but beautiful violin music at midnight, and being worried about them each time they were on a pursuit. Mrs. Hudson decided to take a break from the havoc from her 'B' flat, a type of havoc she never had with the other tenants. She chose to spend her time in Scotland with her sister. Due to her absence, the boys wondered what to do with the little toddler. Rosie had just learned to walk, so the little creature never kept her legs properly on the floor. Molly used to babysit for them when Rosie was a baby at a similar situation. But that was before she learned to walk. Molly was able to keep her in her office, so the little girl used to crawl over the floor and desk, but never went out of that. Now that Rosie learned to walk, she ran around the whole lab, totally out of control. Because of the girl's hyperactive nature and her tendency to walk and touch everything, Sherlock had to move all his experiments to his bathroom. Nobody else was willing to babysit the toddler so the only option was to bring her to France. Thought Rosie had a passport, she didn't frequently travel in aircrafts, which caused John to worry about how she would react to the sounds and the change of surroundings.
Deciding that Rosie would be ok, John collected her clothes and things and packed a small bag. Mycroft arranged for Rosie's ticket and at the correct time a car came to pick them up along with their passports and tickets. John again made sure that he had Rosie's passport and he and Sherlock entered the airport checking in. Several of them gave them a look, first glancing at Sherlock and John and then at Rosie. John tired of telling that they are not a couple, decided not to correct them this time and let them think whatever they want. This impressed Sherlock as John never let anyone thing wrong of him and John just gave him a small smile in return.
They finished their checking-in and sat on one of the chairs, waiting for the announcement. They decided to take a seat near their gate so it would be easier to go through. That when Sherlock decides he can do with a coffee.
Both of them went to the nearest Starbuck's shop and Sherlock only kept Rosie down while he took the plastic cup in his hands while John paid for the bill. And the little toddler took her chance.
"Come on John, be quick" Sherlock urged John, but John set out a frustrated sigh.
"Yes, I know! Will you please let me search for the note? Oh and do look after Rosie, she travels a hundred miles per hour"
Already starting to lecture John, that it is not scientifically possible; he looked down to see no Rosie.
They were…uhhhhh what was that word….. Ah yes...
DOOMED
Sherlock looked everywhere for the little toddler but she was there nowhere in sight. How much fast could a little girl travel? How much ever energetic she is she was just a tiny little toddler. Her legs were small and chubby and she just learned how to walk, she wouldn't have much balance. Even with all the impossibilities she was still not seen. Sherlock and John started to get really worried. They started searching the whole airport and they went as far as the immigration counter. The officer kindly said that they were not allowed to go back again without a reasonable reason. Sherlock had tries to tell the 'dim-witted fool' that their missing daughter was a reasonable excuse. The officer didn't bulge. Maybe she was use to all these kind of worried parents being too overactive about their children. Even when Sherlock started to tell all about her abusive childhood and how she had no other option other than to take a job in the airport for the sake of living. The officer was starting to get tears in her eyes, when John comes with a relief full voice saying that he spotted Rosie near the fancy candy store that they had passed by earlier. Rosie was not much of the candy type (John had made sure of that), but the fancy decoration and the colorful models of different types of candies, perhaps any child would have been drawn to it. They ran towards the candy shop and John quickly picked her up before she had the time to even think of running away again.
They retreated to their seat and sat patiently waiting for the gates to open and their flights to come. At least John was patient. The other tow was completely agitated.
Rosie was not at all happy at being made to sit in one place. She constantly tried to wriggle out of John firm grip, but failed. Sherlock, on the other hand, was getting agitated because he was bored. Of course. They had only been seated for at least 5 minutes since the 'chase' and he was already bored.
'For god's sake Sherlock! We are travelling to a case. Can't you just hold on for 2hrs until we can reach their?' John cried out putting his hands in air to express his frustration.
'But 2hrs, John, 2 hrs! That means about 120 minutes. I need to wait 120 minutes to get another case!
'Yes Sherlock, you have to wait. You have no other choice. Fine, if you have nothing to do then just please handle little Rosie for me. She is trying so hard to get out of my grip. Just try to calm her. I just want to get to the restroom. Here she is-
But Rosie was not there. She was not there anywhere. She just disappeared. Again.
Perhaps lifting his hands to show his frustrating was not the best of all the ideas.
Deciding that little Rosie might have just ran off somewhere like before, John remained calm. He slowly got up went to the restroom as planned and left Sherlock to look for Rosie. That was also not the best of plans.
When John emerged from the bathroom, he saw Rosie running. Then he saw Sherlock chasing her. They ran around the whole airport, people looking at them and women leaving out 'awwwwwes' at them. It was actually cute. Sherlock all with the long legs and long coat and Rosie with the cute small and chubby legs. It was a surprise actually that Sherlock was not able to catch up with Rosie. That is when he realized that Sherlock was playing with Rosie. He was purposely running slowly so that Rosie would run to out beat Sherlock. Finally John decided that he should interfere, he ran and stood in front of Rosie, said little girl bumped with his leg and John affectionately scooped her in his arms. Sherlock stopped in front of him, catching his breath.
'Rosie really is an energetic child you know, like you' Sherlock said smiling at Rosie and John.
John smiled back and was perfectly content. They went back to their seat again and Rosie felt asleep quickly because of all the energy she used in running around the whole airport. John, pleased to have some quiet and deciding that there was a lot of time for the flight to come, started reading a book which he carried in his hand bag. After a while he felt a bunch curls tickling his neck. He turned to see Sherlock fallen asleep peacefully on his shoulders.
John just smiled, happy that he had such a wonderful family.
