Child's Play

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Chapter 8 - As It Continued

John was beginning to receive phone calls. Phone calls themselves weren't a negative thing as John was generally a very social person and he did enjoy talking to others but this sort he could have done without.

"John, it's Sarah, from the clinic," the slightly crackling voice said from the other side of the phone.

"Oh, hi Sarah. What's wrong?"

"We're completely swamped down here John. Is there anyway you can get here and help?"

John sighed and rubbed his hand over his face.

It was that moment that Sherlock decided to totter into the room holding his remote control helicopter (from Lestrade) and his remote control car. He looked at John with the puppy dog eyes slightly saying that he wanted to play with him.

"Er... I'll see what I can do. I'll ring you in about 20 minutes."

"Okay then John. Bye!"

John ended the call and stuffed his phone back in his pocket before looking at the ladened down Sherlock in front if him.

"Can we play now? I want to see which one goes faster!" Sherlock said slipping out of his puppy dog face gracing it with a smile instead.

"Um... I don't think I can right now Sherlock," John sighed looking at him and running a hand through his hair.

"Please!" Sherlock said looking at him desperately.

"I can't Sherlock. I have to go to work. I probably should have gone back sooner."

Sherlock pouted back struggling to hold the toys in his arms.

John released him of one and placed it on the sofa, "Don't pull that face. You knew I'd have to go to work at some point. I'll get Lestrade to come and play with you. Okay?"

Sherlock put the other toy down and nodded a little before giving John a hug.

"Okay," he mumbled into John's chest.

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"Hello," Lestrade said through the phone as he picked up the call.

"Can I ask you a favour?" John said.

"Erm... It depends what sort."

Lestrade was currently sat doing paperwork. He'd got stuck with it after he lost a game of rock, paper, scissors with Sally. To be quite honest he'd lied. He do any sort of favour for John with grace because paperwork was by far the worst part of his job description.

"I've been called into the clinic and I was wondering if you could occupy Sherlock," John mumbled before adding, "It'll only be for an few hours nothing extreme. I just don't want to leave him in case he raids the cupboards or something."

"This is Sherlock Holmes we are talking about?" Lestrade added putting down his pen and looking on in confusion.

"Yes. I know it's hard to believe but ever since he de-aged mentally his appetite has sky rocketed."

Lestrade laughed and listened as he heard the muffled voice of Sherlock asking who was on the phone and whether he could buy some more paint because his was "doned".

"It's as if he's a completely different person," Lestrade laughed swinging his coat onto his arm, "I'll be over in a second I just have to get Sally to do the paperwork."

"Okay, thanks Greg, bye."

"Yeah bye," Lestrade hung up the phone and grabbed his keys and the large pile of paperwork.

As he walked past Donovan's desk he dropped the paperwork, "Tag, you're it. I've got to go and babysit the world's best detective."

Sally cursed Lestrade under her breath as he walked out of the office with a smile on his face.

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"Okay, thanks Greg, bye," John muttered while looking at the detective distantly.

"Yeah bye," Lestrade responded before hanging up the phone.

John hadn't really thought about it before but Lestrade had a point. Sherlock wasn't the same person he had been before the accident. Aside from the obvious childlike behaviour he was emotive and he hasn't made a single deduction since. John hasn't really had time to think about it due to all his time being taken up by the man but it was true.

This made John wonder. What if he never got the old Sherlock back? What if he was always a little different in his manners or his odd traits that only he seemed to be able to deal with an maybe even like a little bit.

His thoughts were broken when Sherlock pulled his coat sleeve lightly.

"Sorry Sherlock, what were you saying?"

"I don't want you to go. Can you stay please," he said pouting exaggeratedly and looking at John as sadly as he could manage.

John avoided eye contact because he knew that he wouldn't be able to say no to the sad puppy face .

"John I can't. We're running out of money so I have to go."

"My can just pay for us," Sherlock said looking at John pleadingly.

"Wait," John said turning to him and smiling in delighted confusion, "Did you just call Mycroft My?"

Sherlock nodded enthusiastically and laughed a little, "Mycroft doesn't like me calling him My but I do it anyway because he pulls a funny face when I call him it."

Sherlock puffed up his face and it began turning purple. John couldn't help but laugh a little at the image of Mycroft pulling the same face.

"Okay well I'm sorry but no I have to take my own responsibility," John said ruffling Sherlock hair.

Before Sherlock could protest the door bell downstairs rang and John ran to get it.

Sherlock could hear the mumbled discussion from downstairs and he sighed a little. It wasn't that he didn't like Lestrade because he did it was rather that he liked John more. He would treat him and put on his favourite films no matter how many times they'd already seen them that week. He'd sit down with him and let Sherlock snuggle into one of his soft oatmeal jumpers and fall asleep warm and safe.

He knew that he'd have lots of fun with Lestrade but didn't think that he'd get to watch one of his favourite films afterwards.

"Hey buddy!" Lestrade said as he walked up the stairs.

"Where's John?" Sherlock asked peering over the older detective inspectors head in search of his companion.

"He said that he had to get going and that he'll get back as soon as possible okay?"

Sherlock nodded sadly.

"Come on," Lestrade said rubbing his back gently and looking at his sad face, "I'll tell you a secret. I did promise John I would feed you properly but..."

Lestrade dug into his pocket and pulled out a small bag of assorted sweets. Sherlock smiled back.

"There you go," Lestrade laughed a little before handing Sherlock the sweets, "Right then Sherlock, what are we going to play?"

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John arrived at the clinic a little out of breath and looking windswept. He's spent the last mile of the journey running because of the incompetent taxi driver dropping him off and refusing to take him all the way.

"Sorry I'm late Sarah," John called as he swung his coat off and grabbed a box of plastic gloves.

"It's fine," Sarah said gripping his arm as he attempted to run past, "I know what's going on and I want to check that you're okay."

John sighed and nodded a little, "Yeah I'm fine," he confirmed with a nod.

"Okay. Well, Mr Baker is here again."

"The one with the..." John gestured with his hands.

Sarah scrunched up her faced and nodded, "Welcome back."

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Sherlock was beginning to get tired. He had been playing with Lestrade since he arrived and while he had had a great time he was beginning to nod off and he just needed to sleep.

"Come on Shirley," Lestrade said poking the man's face with a small smile, "We still have lots of your toys to play with!"

"Don't call me Shirley," he muttered back, sleepily swatting at Lestrade's hand with his own, "I don't want to play anymore."

Lestrade laughed at his childish voice and the pout that was on his face.

"Don't laugh," Sherlock pouted again, "Can we watch 'Finding Nemo'?"

Lestrade looked at Sherlock and patted his shoulder, "Of course we can, I love that film!"

Sherlock looked a little happier as Lestrade went to get the dvd and he sat up and rubbed his eyes to try and stay awake to watch the film.

"Greg?" Sherlock asked.

"I see you've finally learnt my name," Lestrade said with a smile as he returned with the film, "What's wrong?"

Sherlock was momentarily confused by the previous statement but brushed him off as just confusing him with someone else, "When will John be back?"

Lestrade shrugged and looked at Sherlock who was looking at him with sad eyes, "I'm sorry I don't know Sherlock. He said that he'd ring me when he left so I don't know at the moment."

Sherlock nodded and got up from the sofa and running into his room.

"Sherlock? What are you doing?" Lestrade asked turning his body on the sofa just as Sherlock came toddling out of his room holding what looked to be one of John's jumpers.

Sherlock jumped onto the sofa and curled himself around the jumper and hugged it tightly, "I'm ready now."

Lestrade smiled at the man and put on the film. Within a couple of minutes the detective was fast asleep with the jumper clasped in his hands with a small content smile on his face.

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