Sherlock, carrying the box of clothes, went inside, Jonah behind him with Lestrade. Sherlock went in,the doorway through the kitchen. Laughter was heard drifting from the living room.

"Sherlock?"

"Busy." He stumbled across the kitchen, and he kicked open his ajar bedroom door, dropping the box, then closing the door. Jonah stood bashfully in the kitchen, nervous. Sherlock scooped him up, and threw the boy over his shoulder. Jonah giggled.

"Sherlock..." John looked momentarily surprised, but he recovered quickly. "Sherlock, Greg, Jonah. Guys, this is Mary." Mary looked at Sherlock and grinned. Sherlock put Jonah on the couch, his face red from the blood rushing to his head.

"Hello." She said, shaking hands with Sherlock. "You're the one that solves cases."

"The very same." Sherlock said. "This is my adopted son, Jonah."

"John, you didn't tell me Sherlock had a boy."

"He didn't until about..." John checked his watch. "Five hours ago." Jonah looked at Mary.

"You're pretty." He said. John smiled.

"Yeah, Jonah, I think so too." Mary blushed. A teenage girl was sitting near Jonah. "This is Lucy. She's Mary's adopted daughter." Sherlock shook hands with her, and sat on the couch. After the introductions were made, John finally turned to Sherlock. "Solve the case?"

"Oh, yes. I'm taking Jonah out shopping for a few things tomorrow." John looked surprised.

"Who are you, and what have you done with Sherlock Holmes."

"Please. I'm just in a fantastic mood." Sherlock jumped up at the sound of a kitchen buzzer. "I'm on fire!" He shouted, walking away. They stared after him.

"Is he always like that?" Mary asked.

"Usually he's worse." Lestrade said. "Let's eat." Jonah followed them. He giggled, and ran to catch up with Sherlock, who scooped him up, and plopped him into a chair. Sherlock smiled at Jonah, who was grinning. John smirked at Lestrade, and they sat down to eat. John noticed Sherlock was eating.

"Did you finish the case then?"

"In two hours."

"After all this time?"

"Well, Jonah helped." Sherlock said. "We'll talk about that in a minute."

"Whose blood was stripped of it's DNA?" John asked.

"Interestingly, it wasn't it was fake blood." Sherlock said. "So, our red herring."

"All right, enough about this case, I want to eat without the talk of murder, if you don't mind." Lestrade said. Sherlock and John smirked, and went quiet.

"So, Sherlock." Mary said. Sherlock froze momentarily, thinking Oh God, what kind of questions am I going to be forced to answer now? "John says you're a consulting detective. Does that mean you're freelance? Or strictly Scotland Yard."

"I work with Scotland Yard, but we do get cases from others."

"We?" Lucy asked.

"John helps me out...well, when he's not working at Barts anyway." Sherlock said. John smirked.

"So, what kind of cases do you get into?" Lucy asked. Sherlock went quite for a long moment.

"They vary." John grinned.

"We met a guy who had a website who wrote about the true meaning of comic books, The only problem was, is that they kept coming true. In real life."

"It was rather interesting." Sherlock had to agree.

"Who was doing it?" Jonah asked.

"Some actor that was hired by a fan of the website." Sherlock said. Jonah nodded, like he was comprehending everything.

"Well, then there was the Chinese gangsters." John laughed.

"That was interesting. Poor Sarah."

"Sarah?" Mary asked. John paled. Sherlock smirked.

"An ex girlfriend of John's." Sherlock said. "Same profession, but rather annoying."

"We're still friends, Sherlock. Remember, we worked together for a while."

"Don't get so defensive, you act like I care that you have a dating past."

"A rather unsettling one, actually." Sherlock said, grinning. John flushed.

"Only because at a moment's notice I'd have to run off after you for a case." John retorted.

"Now, look, Sherlock. Like you have room to talk. You haven't seen anyone in..." Lestrade calculated the years in half a second, "Nineteen years."

"Mine was a traumatic situation, John just...well, I'm not sure."

"They thought we were...like Mrs. Turner's married ones." John said. Sherlock looked confused.

"Nobody thought that." Mary laughed.

"Sherlock, are you kidding? People used to ask Molly why she liked you, because everyone thought you were...in love with someone else."

"Of the same sex? That's a disturbing thought." Not that Sherlock had a problem with it. "I can't even picture myself in a relationship with...a woman. Let alone another man. Besides...after knowing what I'm doing, he could have done with another girl. Not a chance." Jonah looked really confsued.

"But, I thought you liked that pretty lady from the hospital." Sherlock looked at Jonah.

"Molly Hooper?" Lestrade laughed when John looked at him in shock.

"Sherlock, you think Molly is pretty?"

"How many other women do you know that I talk to, and tolerate for that matter, in St. Barts mortuary."

"Sherlock, she's the only woman in St. Barts mortuary." Lestrade said.

"I rest my case." Sherlock said. "Jonah, in response to your question, no, I do not like Molly Hooper." Sherlock went quite for a second.

"Liar." John mouthed. Sherlock ignored him. Jonah ate quietly after that. John and Mary talked about work, and Lucy asked Lestrade about his job. Sherlock and Jonah were first to finish eating. Sherlock put away their plates, and went off. He lead Jonah into the living room for a while, and found him some blank paper, and a box of crayons he used once as a wax experiment, and handed them to Jonah, so he could colour. Sherlock left for three minutes to use the toilets. When he came back, he found John and Mary sitting on the couch, Lucy in John's chair, and Lestrade sprawled across the floor, colouring with Jonah. Sherlock smiled, and sat in his favourite chair. Lucy looked at him.

"So, what other cases have you been on?"

"Some, I can't tell you. The British Government forbids it." Lucy looked impressed.

"Wow, that high-profile?"

"No, my brother hands me good cases, and sense he is the British Government, the cases tend to be on a government level. I can tell you though we did get into an intriguing one with a dominatrix nearly four years ago."

"Sherlock, is that really an appropriate story?" John asked.

"I wasn't going to tell her what we did, apparently I'd be arrested." Lucy smiled. "What else...there was the Richard Brook incident."

"I followed that." Mary said. "You know, I thought something didn't make sense, but I wasn't sure what."

"Have you ever had a German lesson?" Mary nodded. "Think of the name Richard Brook in German."

"...Richard Brook...Reichen Bach. Oh, my!"

"See, my uncle still thinks you're a raving lunatic. I told him mum waasn't stupid. I already knew, but nobody listened to me."

"Much like me and the Carl Powers case." Sherlock said.

"You mean, the boy that had a seizure in the pool and died? What happened?"

"Murder. His shoes were covered in his eczema medication. The medication had the poison in it."

"How could you have possibly figured that out?" Lucy asked.

"We were given the shoes." Sherlock said. "By James Moriarty."

"What was he like?" Lucy asked. "As crazed as he looked in the pictures after the crown jewels were broken into?" Sherlock chuckled.

"Come on, Luce, he's a psychopath who prey's on women to get to detectives, then almost kills someone with SemTex, of course he's crazed." Mary said. Lucy laughed.

"True."

"He was like me, but worse."

"Sherlock, there's a difference between a sociopath and a psychopath."

"Again, like be, but worse." Sherlock said, sprawling across his chair in a bored fashion.

"Sherlock." He lifted his head to find that Jonah had curled up in a ball, and promptly fallen asleep. Sherlock stood.

"I'll be off to bed myself, then." Sherlock said, gently picking up Jonah, and carrying him to their bedroom. Sherlock laid him gently on his bed, and noted that the alarm clock read 8pm. It was early, but he knew the excitement must have worn the small boy out. Sherlock dropped a gentle kiss on Jonah's head, before taking his clothes off, and climbing in bed next to the boy.

The following morning, Sherlock was wide awake and making breakfast before Jonah or John got out of bed.

"Sherlock, this is a surprise." Sherlock ignored John, and consentrated on his pancakes. He put two on a plate, and handed the plate, a plastic knife, and butter to Jonah. Sherlock trusted Jonah, but a six year old boy doesn't really need a real knife. The boy bit into his pancakes as Sherlock served John and himself.

"Sherlock, these are yummy!" He said, excited. Sherlock figured the boy must not have had a lot of decent food if he thought his cooking was good. Then John took a bite.

"He's right, these are good." John said. "Very impressed." Sherlock blushed slightly, but said nothing. John finished quickly, and went to shower, and get dressed for work. On his way out the door, he bade Jonah and Sherlock goodbye, and went on his way. Sherlock realized he would need a babysitter for tonight. He called for Mrs. Hudson.

"What is it, dear?" She asked.

"I need someone to watch Jonah for me tonight, I have plans. Would you mind?"

"Not at all, love!" She kissed his cheek. "You just leave it to me."

"Also, Mrs. Hudson?" She looked at him. Suddenly, he was nervous, blushing, and looking at his feet. Mrs. Hudson could have sworn she saw her surrogate son looking...bashful.

"Yes, Sherlock?" She asked him.

"I've got plans tonight...with Molly Hooper." Mrs. Hudson looked surprised. "Do I bring her a flower? Or something?"

"I would bring her flowers. I can get those for you."

"Actually, no need Mrs. Hudson. I need to take Jonah to get some things for him."

"Why don't I come along. You could use an extra hand." Sherlock didn't protest, but looked relieved.

"Thank you." He kissed her cheek, and went off. "Jonah, come here. We'll get you dressed, and then we're going out." Sherlock said. He was already showered and dressed for the day. He let Jonah shower himself, and they pulled some clothes on him, before heading into the night.