"Sherlock?" I was sitting on the end of the couch, watching him research things online for the newest case he'd been offered.
"Yes, Darcy?" He said raising an eyebrow but never taking his eyes off the screen.
"I was thinking…" I trailed off suddenly nervous of asking such a thing from him.
"It would be helpful if you just came out with it instead of wasting my time." He responded cooly. I rolled my eyes and shut the computer screen, earning nasty glare from him.
"I want a dog." I said evenly. The bewildered look on his face brought a nice wide smile to mine.
"What on earth would you want with a dog?" He asked, yanking the computer back open.
"I get lonely being cooped up here while you and John go out and have fun." I whined unattractively.
"Well that's why we have Mrs. Hudson down stairs, she can be your dog." Sherlock muttered. I glared at him and turned his head to face me.
"I want a dog." I said firmly, he sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Ask John." He said finally, like he was arguing with a child and sending them to the other parent. I smiled and hopped up and grabbed my coat. "Where are you going?" Sherlock asked looking up at me.
"To go find a dog. John's opinion doesn't really matter to me." I said smiling. Sherlock sighed and went back to his work.
I returned to the flat later that night with a writhing little bundle in my arms. Opening the door I set down the English Bulldog puppy I had acquired from the pet store. John stared at me like I had two heads.
"Darcy…is that a dog?" He asked confused.
"Yepp! I get lonely around here and decided to get myself a friend." Sherlock came into the room and looked at the ball of fat that was currently being lazy on the floor.
"I see you acquired yourself a dog." Sherlock said sitting down in his chair.
"I shall call you… Gladstone!" I remarked holding the dog in my arms.