To Sherlock Holmes there was only one woman who had caught his attention. Said women was now dead and being buried somewhere in her hometown as far as he knew.
Irene Adler had really given him a run for his money. She had always sent him a text on his birthday, however this year he had not received the tiny moan that came along with her text. Instead, in came Mycroft along with John holding what appeared to be an obituary from a newspaper from some godforsaken small city in the north of England, where she assumedly was from.
"Sherlock, she's dead. Oh yes, and happy birthday, little brother," said Mycroft exiting the room.
Sherlock knew that already, of course. They had come to the agreement that if she were ever not to text during his birthday, it was probably because she was dead. John looked awfully uncomfortable, as he fiddled with his hands and looked everywhere but at him.
"You don't have to stay, John. I'm fine."
"I actually came here to ask you to help me interview some nannies for Rosie, but I feel like that can wait now."
"Oh no," Sherlock said, standing up, "Making women uncomfortable and trying to decide whether they're worthy of my godchild is just the thing for me at the moment. Now let's go, where are you meeting with them?"
"At the shoppe next door."
"Naturally, you always lack imagination."
After hours of interviewing mediocre girls with no charisma or intellect, as Sherlocked had so kindly told them, they retired to John's flat, which was right next to Mrs. Hudson and right under Sherlock's, where a small cake awaited them to celebrate Sherlock's birthday.
"I don't want cake," said the detective while sticking his finger in the frosting, and proceeding to lick.
"Well too bad dearie, because Rosie and I worked on it all afternoon, didn't we sweetheart?"
"Yes, eat it Uncle Sherlly," said the 4 year old girl, "Pleaseeee."
"Fine, just because I do find you charmingly adorable, Rosamund," he said smiling genuinely, "Aren't you all supposed to sing 'happy birthday' to me?"
"Don't be ridiculous, you hate it when we do that," said John, "now blow out your candles and make a wish."
As Sherlock blew out his candles there was a knock on the door.
A/N: Hi guyssss I'm trying something new for funsies!