Author's Note: Hello, wonderful, wonderful peoples! I hope you are all pink, fluffy unicorns with plenty of rainbows to dance on! Or at least, I hope you are all Batman. Enjoy, and thanks for reading!
Without further ado...
Lestrade's face fell when Sherlock and John entered his crime scene. "No offense, John, but I thought I asked for Elizabeth. Not you two!" Sherlock had been especially annoying recently, and Lestrade was punishing him by not giving him cases. Fortunately, he could carry out his revenge while still catching all of the killers by enlisting Elizabeth to help him. Not for the first time, Lestrade thanked the Universe for making it so that Sherlock's daughter was not at all infuriating.
Sherlock and John didn't even seem to hear Lestrade. They were too caught up in their own conversation.
"I just don't see your point," Sherlock was saying as he bent over the body.
John stood next to him, "All I'm saying is that I think it's interesting."
"How is it interesting?" Sherlock picked up the dead man's hand and dropped it, letting the appendage slap to the ground. "It's just something I've never done."
"Lestrade," John turned to the DI, who really didn't want to brought into the conversation. He didn't know what it was about, but he was sure he was better off ignorant. "What are your nicknames for Elizabeth?"
"What?" Lestrade was so confused.
"Alright, so have you never noticed how Sherlock doesn't call Elizabeth anything other than Elizabeth?" John asked Lestrade.
"Well, that's her name..." Lestrade wasn't exactly sure how to respond. Sherlock chuckled at his answer, but John scowled.
"Yes, I know that," John said. "But have you ever shortened it? Like I call her 'Liz' sometimes."
"Well, when she was little I used to call her 'Little Bit'," Lestrade replied.
"You knew her when she was little?"
"Lestrade has been giving me cases since before Elizabeth was born," Sherlock piped up from his deductions. "Actually, he's her godfather."
"Really? I didn't know that," John looked at Lestrade. "So 'Little Bit' then? See, Sherlock, Lestrade had a nickname for her. Surely you did too."
Lestrade thought for a moment. He couldn't recall ever hearing Sherlock call his daughter by anything other than Elizabeth. Even when she was four and he was carrying her around the crime scene, it was always Elizabeth.
Sherlock just shook his head, turning his attention back to the poor bastard on the ground.
"Oh, wait!" John's exclamation almost caused Lestrade to jump. "That one time that you poisoned us with that loopy stuff. You called her 'Lizzy Girl'! I can't believe I forgot about that!"
"I don't think that counts, John," Sherlock straightened and pulled off his leather gloves. "I was barely coherent at that time."
"No, it does," John insisted. "That stuff acted as a sort of truth serum too. I said some things that were true, but that I didn't ever mean for you two to know."
Sherlock just rolled his eyes, "John, I do not see why this matters."
"It doesn't, it's just intriguing," John said.
"Yes, yes, we've heard this before," Lestrade cut in, getting a little annoyed. "Everyone focus. Sherlock: body. Begin the degrading speech about stupidity and idiocy, and let's get on with it!"