Anabiel and Hamish lay in the back of a taxicab, pretending to take a nap. Hamish was attempting to read the graffiti on the inside of the cab with his newly learned reading skills. He was having little success. Anabiel was busy analyzing the cab driver. She had already spent five minutes trying to deduce him. It had always irritated her a little that Sherlock could deduce things so much faster and more accurately than her.
Sherlock saw Anabiel deducing the cabbie and smiled a little to himself, remembering the taxi driver case, or as John would call it, A Study In Pink. maybe if he had had the good sense to deduce the taxi driver, he wouldn't have risked his life to prove he was clever, and John would not have had to save him. Even so, it had been a lot of fun. Sherlock would never admit it, but he missed solving crimes with John. Chasing criminals was always fun, but it was more so with John. Not to mention, Sherlock thought better when he spoke aloud, and talking to a skull attracted way too much attention. Friendship did have its advantages.
The cab pulled to a stop in front of the lab and Sherlock opened the door. He lifted both of the children out. As Sherlock strode into the lab, they followed him like little ducklings. Their little blue eyes wandered all over, wide with wonder.
"Don't touch anything." Sherlock warned them sternly. He walked over to a corner and pulled out a dusty, out-of-date microscope. He wiped it off briefly with his jacket, then placed it on a chair by the twins.
"You can play with this. Let me know when you can focus it." He said. He plucked a leaf off of a nearby potted plant and placed it on the slide. The children ran over to the microscope and began to fiddle with the complex-looking dials. They were very eager to impress Sherlock and very curious about this new contraption.
Sherlock sighed a little then sat down at his usual chair. He was glad to see that Anabiel and Hamish fit in at the lab and were not messing up his stuff. He began to collect some chemicals for this particular experiment.
At that moment, the doors to the lab swung open. Molly walked into the room and nearly tripped over Hamish and Anabiel. She looked at them then looked at Sherlock with an expression of shock painted on her face.
"The kids, are they, ummm..." she stammered.
"No, they're not mine. Remember John? These are his kids, Hamish and Anabiel."
"Where's John? Is he okay with you taking his kids to the lab?"
"John is with his wife, who is having a baby. Don't intrude into other people's business, Molly." Sherlock admonished.
"Sorry!" squeaked Molly."
Anabiel during this time had been busy using her deduction skills on unsuspecting Molly. She wanted to impress this woman with her logic.
"You're in love with Sherlock!" she blurted out. Molly's face grew very red. Sherlock tried desperately to avoid laughing. He focused all of his attention onto the microscope. After a short, awkward silence, Molly tried to start a conversation.
"So, you've been teaching them to deduce then?"
"Only Anabiel. And I did not teach her, only enhanced her abilities."
Anabiel was distraught. She had not impressed this woman, only hurt her feelings. How could she make this better?
Molly turned to the children.
"What are you doing there?" she inquired.
"We're focusing the micoscope!" proclaimed Anabiel proudly.
"Not micoscope, microscope. Ro." corrected Hamish.
"Micoscope." argued Anabiel stubbornly. Molly giggled a little.
"Sherlock, would you like some coffee? And Anabiel and Hamish, maybe you would like some hot cocoa?"
"Yes!" said the twins in unison.
"Thank you Molly. Black, two sugars. I'll be here." said Sherlock without even looking up.
As Molly turned to leave, Anabiel got up to go with her.
"I'm going with the nice lady!" she told Sherlock.
"Don't worry, I'll look after her." said Molly.
"Okay then." said Sherlock. He was tired of human interaction for now, and wanted to focus on his experiment. Molly and Anabiel turned and left.
The second they entered the hallway, Anabiel blurted out
"I'm sorry for hurting your feelings!"
Molly grinned a little to herself. Maybe this girl wasn't exactly like Sherlock. Her embarrassment faded.
"It's okay." Anabiel grinned. This nice lady still liked her.
"Thanks for forgiving me!" She said while grinning.
And they walked down the hall, hand in hand, the scientist and the gifted child.
When they re-entered the lab, Hamish immediately jumped up to greet them.
"I focused the microscope!" Anabiel leaned over to look.
"Woooow." she said, obviously very impressed.
Sherlock leaped up from his chair. Excitement radiated from his face.
"I've found a re-agent that is precipitated by haemoglobin and nothing else!" he yelled.
"This will revolutionize science! Before this nobody could tell if a stain was a blood stain, or a rust stain, or any other sort of stain! Now we can catch murders!"
"Brilliant Sherlock." stuttered Molly. Sherlock was preparing for a demonstration, when his phone rang. He sighed and picked it up. After a few seconds, he grinned and hung up.
"Hamish, Anabiel, guess what."
"What?" asked Hamish.
"Mommy had a baby!" yelled Anabiel. Sherlock smiled a little.
"That's right."
"Can we go see it?" inquired Hamish.
"Sure, we should go see him right away. By the way, his name is Darius.
Finally, we have gotten to the little brother! by the way, the experiment is not mine, it belongs to Arthur Conan Doyle. I copied it from the original books. Thanks so much for reading this far, and please review!
~Writer24601