This is my second Fic and I just want to say I don't own any of the characters. I have many other chapters already written but I need to do so editing before I post them. They will be relatively short chapters but I try and get at least 2000 words per chapter.
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Sherlock Holmes: Consulting Detective and Babysitter

Back into the Swing of Things

Sherlock never normally did stake outs. He has never liked the sitting and waiting part but this was a chance to just be with John without Rosie. Since Mary had died John brought Rosie to live with Sherlock at Bakers Street but having a baby in the flat changed everything. John and Sherlock couldn't go on as many cases as they would like to although Mrs Hudson and Molly are quite happy to look after Rosie when they do. But John was her father, he had to be there for her and Sherlock wouldn't do any cases without John, so every opportunity they had they would take a case. Sherlock had lowered his case standards as well. Before Rosie and Mary, Sherlock wouldn't leave the flat for anything below a 7, but now he will do anything 4 and above.

They were sat in the back of a black cab, parked across the road from a bank which Sherlock believed to be the next victim of serial bank robbers. The robberies started a few weeks ago and every time the police found out where they were it was too late. Lestrade called Sherlock to see if he could predict their next move and of course he did. Now they had been roped in to a stake out. Sherlock and John were sat out the front of the bank and Lestrade's team were situated out the back. Sherlock took a deep breath and could see his breath as he sighed heavily. He shuffled in his seat to get comfy and he put his hands in his lap as he rubbed them together slowly to keep his fingers warm.
"You cold?" John asked as he looked to Sherlock's hands. Sherlock didn't look at John when he replied but he could feel John's eyes on him.
"Mmm, a little."He felt John shuffle slightly closer to him and a strange warm feeling shot up his spine when Johns leg touched his. He cleared his throat as he turned and looked out the back window. He was tired of waiting now. His legs were getting sore from sitting down to long and he was getting colder with every minute that went by. "Would it kill them to hurry up?" He turned back to look out his window towards the bank.
"Probably. If you get your hands on them." He could hear the smile on John's face as he joked and he couldn't hold back a small smile as well. Sherlock felt himself shiver a little and John must have felt it as well because the next thing he knew John had shuffled closer again and was leaning in slightly. A warm feeling ran through his chest but Sherlock couldn't get used to the warmth of his friend beside him as he saw a car pull up outside the bank and three men dressed in dark clothes get out.
"John, let's go!"

It didn't take long for Sherlock and John catch one man each and as the last one ran down an alleyway he bumped into Lestrade and his team. They arrested the men as Greg spoke to John and Sherlock.
"Right, you two can go if you want. Remember to come in tomorrow to sort out the paperwork." Sherlock gave a large sigh at the work 'paperwork' but John shot him a look.
"We'll be there." John said as Sherlock turned and walked off slowly so John could catch up. He put his hands in his pockets to try and keep them warm. As soon as John caught up he quickened his pace a little so they could get back to the flat as soon as possible
"Are we going to get a cab home?" Sherlock looked down at John who didn't seem to be cold but had his hands in his pockets as well. Sherlock was still shivering a little and his legs still needed to stretch after the long wait in the back of the cab.
"You can if you wish but I'm going to walk. I was sat for far too long in that cab."
"If you're walking, I'm walking" He felt John get closer to him so their arms were touching.

About 30 minutes later they were home. John thanked Mrs Hudson, who was babysitting Rosie, whilst Sherlock went straight upstairs to Johns room to check on the her. Sherlock didn't like babies that much but this was John's flesh and blood. A warm sensation filled his chest as he walked over to the crib and looked down at the sleeping child. He wasn't sure what this feeling was but he felt it every time he saw Rosie. It was a good feeling, he liked it very much. He smiled as he sat on the bed and watched her sleep.
"She alright?" He snapped his head around at John. He hadn't heard him come in and stand on the other side of the bed. He relaxed again and turned to look back at Rosie as he stood up.
"Yeah, she's fine." He replied quietly so the Rosie wouldn't wake. John came and stood next to him so he could see her as well. For a moment they were just stood watching Rosie until Sherlock realised they looked like a married couple admiring their baby. He cleared his throat quietly before speaking.
"I'll see you in the morning." Sherlock shut the bedroom door behind him as he left and headed down to his own room. It didn't take him long to get to sleep.

Sherlock was woken by the sound of crying. He opened his eyes and could hear John talk to Rosie as he came down the stairs.
"Shh... Come on, Rosie... Shh Shh..." Sherlock threw the covers off and stood up still listening to the sound of John's soothing voice trying to calm the crying child.
"... you'll wake Sherlock up... Shh Shh... Please..." Sherlock put on his dressing gown and opened his door. He took a glance to the clock before leaving his room.
"06:30 on the dot. As always." He smiled as he left his room and headed to the kitchen. He saw John holding the crying youngster as he tried to make juice and find Rosie's food.
"Do you want a hand?" John jumped around to look at Sherlock.
"Sorry, she must have woke you. Could you...?" John moved to hand over Rosie to Sherlock and she stopped crying the moment John hands left her. Sherlock sat down at the table and sat Rosie on his lap. She had started sobbing again but it wasn't as loud as before. He watched as John put the lid on a sippy cup and opened a pot of baby food before coming over to them. Sherlock put his hand out to take the food and John hesitated for a moment.
"Are you sure you want to feed her?" John gave him a questioning look.
"Yes. I have seen you do it before. It can't be that hard" Sherlock took the spoon and food. He sat Rosie on the table and held her with one hand as he spooned some food out of the pot, which was between his knees, and held it up to her mouth. John went and sat on the other side of the table and watched Sherlock feed Rosie.

Once she had finished the food Sherlock put the empty pot on the table and smiled at himself because of how little mess he and Rosie made.
"I don't know how to do the next bit." He said as he handed Rosie back to John over the table. John looked surprised. He began to burp Rosie and it took a moment for him to speak.
"It took me ages to feed her without making a mess. Have you done this before?"
"Of course not. When would I have fed a baby before?" Sherlock rolled his eyes as he got up. He moved Rosie's juice cup towards John then filled and switched on the kettle. He got two mugs out and put a tea bag in each of them and turned around to see that John had finished burping Rosie. He had sat her on the table and was cleaning some of the food on her face. Sherlock finished making the teas, he put John's one on the table out of reach of Rosie and went and sat opposite them again. John put Rosie back on his lap as he tried to drink his tea. Sherlock watched as Rosie tried to grab Johns mug every time he brought it up to drink.
"Stop it." John said sternly to Rosie. Being a baby, she didn't listen and carried on trying to grab the mug. She was smiling and laughing as if it was a fun game.
"Rosie, Stop it. That one's yours." He raised his voice a bit and her face fell. Sherlock could see she was about to start crying again.
"Pass her here." He said as he moved his own tea away and reached out to grab her. John looked at her as she started to cry again. He passed her over to Sherlock and immediately she stopped crying again. Sherlock gave a small smile to her as he sat her on his lap and she played with the cord on his dressing gown.
"Thanks." John gave him a smile as he began peacefully drinking his tea.

It was a Saturday today so John didn't have to go to work which made Sherlock happy. He always liked spending time with John, even if he did have to watch Rosie at the same time. At the moment Rosie was sat in on the carpet in the living area playing with some toys. Sherlock sat in his chair with a newspaper which he wasn't actually reading but scanning it looking for a case. He would glance over every now and then to see what Rosie was up to and turn to look at John who was sat at the desk with his laptop. He could see John on news sites looking for a case. Normally Sherlock didn't like sitting in silence in the flat. But when Rosie arrived it became very busy because John's friends were always coming by to see Rosie and they had to stay home more because no one was ever free to look after Rosie. Sherlock soon realised that it is nice to sit like this on a Saturday. He folded the paper up and put it on John's side table. He looked into the kitchen and wished he had an experiment set up. John stopped him from doing messy, smelly and noisy experiments when Rosie arrived. He also couldn't store any body parts anywhere in the flat. Little did John know though, Sherlock was renting 221C downstairs whichcis where all his experiment stuff was. When John was at work and Rosie was with someone else he would go down and do some experimenting. Sherlock stood for a moment and turned to watch Rosie again. Suddenly the silence was broken by John's phone ringing. No one was expecting it so everyone in the room jumped and it took John a moment to realise it was his phone. John answered and Sherlock watched him trying to figure out who it was on the other end.
"Hello?... Oh, Hi... No, I'm not busy... Oh, okay... Yeah, I'll be there as soon as I can... Okay, Bye."

Sherlock looked at his phone for the time. 09:30. He then deduced to himself that John had been called into work because someone else had called in sick. He watched John and waiting for him to confirm his deduction. John closed his laptop and got up as he spoke.
"That was Sarah at the clinic, Dr Williams has called in sick. I have to go in and take over." Sherlock smiled to himself but it soon disappeared when he realised that meant he was going to be left here alone with Rosie.
"What time will you be back?" He stood and asked as John started to get his shoes on.
"Should be home around 6." Sherlock moved his gaze to Rosie who was still playing with her toys. John must have seen the worry on his face because Sherlock felt a hand land on his shoulder as he spoke.
"You'll be fine. Mrs Hudson is downstairs if anything goes wrong. Anyway, all you need to remember is to feed her." John removed his hand and started to leave.
"But, John..." Sherlock moved to the doorway not taking his eyes off Rosie.
"You'll be fine Sherlock" John shouted back up the stairs as he put his coat on. Sherlock heard him say goodbye to Mrs Hudson before he left.