"Did you have a good shopping trip?" Sherlock asked Scarlett when she walked back into the flat. Sarah had gone straight home and John had left Sherlock as soon as he had made sure the consulting detective and Elizabeth had gotten home safely.

"Not bad," Scarlett replied, dropping her bags onto the floor and seeing her daughter laid in her small cot which was in the living room whilst Sherlock remained stood up, sticking things to the wall as he clicked on his laptop.

"What are you doing?" Scarlett asked Sherlock. "Is that a case?"

"Yes," Sherlock replied.

"And how did you manage to get the file on it?" she raised a brow. "I thought you said the case could wait till tomorrow?"

"Lestrade popped round," he lied to her. "John left early and allowed me to get on with the case...I've been here all day."

"And how has Elizabeth been?"

"She's been fine. John changed her before he left and I gave her a bottle earlier."

"Good," Scarlett smiled as she bent down and allowed Elizabeth to grasp onto her small finger as she watched her husband run his hand through his hair and pace along the fireplace, his face unreadable.

"I've got it!" he suddenly snapped and reached for his coat.

"So you're going?" Scarlett quizzed him.

"I need to go and see someone...I need his expertise..."

"Where are you going?"

"Just somewhere..." Sherlock said and quickly placed his hand onto Scarlett's shoulder before rushing out the door.

...

"Calm down Liz," Scarlett pleaded with her daughter as she held her close. Elizabeth was crying uncontrollably whilst Scarlett juggled her on her hip and held the bottle of milk in her other hand but her child was refusing to take it. Suddenly she heard the doorbell ring and pushed her hair from her face before moving down the stairs and struggling to open it as she juggled the milk bottle in her only free hand.

"Mrs Holmes," a formal voice spoke.

"Please," Scarlett shook her head. "It's Scarlett...what can I help you with? Sherlock left earlier..."

"So he came home?"

"Yes," Scarlett told Lestrade and allowed him in whilst Elizabeth continued crying.

"Because he took off from the crime scene-"

"Crime scene?" Scarlett interrupted. "He said he hadn't been out all morning."

"Oh," Lestrade simply said, realising he may have gotten Sherlock into trouble.

"Where has he been?" Scarlett asked. "And did he take our daughter with him?"

"I think I have clearly said too much," Lestrade replied. "Just let him know I'm looking for him. Have a nice day." And then before Scarlett could stop him he left through the front door and Elizabeth stopped crying. Instead, she made a large gulp sound and her bright blue eyes looked into her mother's as if she knew how much trouble her father was in.

...

"You took Elizabeth to a crime scene!" Scarlett snapped at Sherlock when he walked into the flat later in the evening and he rolled his eyes as he moved about the kitchen where his makeshift lab was set. Elizabeth was sat in her high chair, completely content whilst her eyes looked at her parents.

"She was very good actually," Sherlock informed his wife, patting his daughter on her head gently, ruffling up her thin blonde girls.

"That's not the point Sherlock...she's a baby...she's not even one month old and you took her somewhere a dead body was laying."

"She managed to spot an important symbol on the ceiling via crying," Sherlock told his wife.

"Or maybe she was just disturbed that she was there?" Scarlett suggested.

"Definitely not," Sherlock remained adamant. "She's a brainy one...there's no denying that...I don't think we'll have many issues to worry about once she goes to school. That will be lovely for you...not having to help her with her homework...then again she may be the one who is showing you up and I can imagine that can't be a nice thought-"

"Sherlock!" Scarlett snapped to shut him up. "You are not to take Lizzie to a crime scene ever again. Do you understand me?"

"But what about if certain scenarios arise and I have no op-"

"Never. Again." Scarlett growled lowly and dangerously, leaving Sherlock with no option but to shut up.

"You're just jealous," he suddenly blurted out once she had gone back to cleaning and he sat looking into his microscope.

"Of what?"

"Of the fact that our baby is going to be more like me."

"That doesn't make me jealous."

"Oh really?"

"It just makes me worried."

...

Days seemed to fly by in the Holmes household and little baby Elizabeth continued growing. She was a complete crawler. One minute she would be laid on the changing mat and then when Scarlett looked back she had moved and was reaching out for something Sherlock had left lying around the flat. He hadn't seemed to have comprehended that chemicals were not something to leave on the worktop when they could fall onto the floor and a baby could reach them. He had assured Scarlett that some of them may not have done any damage but she had still berated him.

"What are you doing?" she asked Sherlock one night when she moved into the living room to see him laid on the sofa with Elizabeth resting her head on his chest and he held a book out to the side as he read it.

"Teaching Lizzie," he shrugged awkwardly. "She was crying but you didn't seem to notice and so I took it upon myself to calm her."

"How very good of you to look after your own daughter," Scarlett responded sarcastically.

"Humph," Sherlock grunted. "All she needed was some comfort apparently. Did you know that by being close to her in a calm position then she will stop crying easily?"

"No," Scarlett yawned. "And what are you reading?"

"I'm teaching her the periodic table of elements," Sherlock spoke. "We're up to Boron at the moment."

"How apt."

"You're sarcasm and wit are not needed here are they Lizzie?" Sherlock asked his daughter. "She agrees with me."

"I'm sure she does. Why are you even teaching her that?"

"It was either this or how to dissect a body," Sherlock cocked a brow at her. "I was even going to fetch my skull and show her."

"Sherlock," Scarlett moaned, "just...can you...normally babies have nice stories about animals and princesses..."

"When will Elizabeth ever need to know about fictional things? This is much more educational and interesting."

"But she's a baby," Scarlett flung her arms to the side. "It's how it is."

"Not in this household Scarlett," Sherlock replied. "Now go back to bed."

...

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