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I also want to apologise in advance for the cliff hanger at the end of this but it will be in two parts. (please don't hate me) I know I wouldn't want to be left with that as a cliff hanger so... sorry...

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Sherlock Holmes: Consulting Detective and Babysitter

Things are Heating Up (Part 1)

Sherlock's eyes flicked open, he was woken by something but Rosie wasn't crying. His left am felt really heavy when he tried to move it then he felt something on his chest move and grab his tee shirt gently. Then he remembered that both him and John went upstairs to bed after the party. He turned his head slowly so he could see John's head resting on his shoulder. He had wrapped himself around Sherlock so his arm was across his chest and their legs were entwined. He smiled and relaxed his head back on the pillow looking at the ceiling again. He closed his eyes hoping just to relax a bit before John woke up but he heard Rosie. She wasn't crying, she was talking. It wasn't words like adults use, it was more random noises but it sounded like she was having a conversation with herself. He heard her stop talking and begin to move in her crib.
"Dada...dah..." She sounded like she was going to begin crying but not quite yet. He turned his head to look at her and she was stood holding her new blanket reaching out with her other arm opening and closing her hand. John obviously heard her as well because he let go of Sherlock's tee shirt and nudged him playfully.
"She's asking for you." He looked back at John and saw him smiling. Sun was beginning to come through the window and light up the room more. Before she could begin crying, Sherlock got out of bed and picked Rosie up out the her crib. When he got to the door of the bed room he stopped and turned when he heard John speak.
"I'll be down in a minute." Sherlock's chest filled with that warm feeling again when he saw John in the bed just stretching his arms above his head. He smiled and turned to head down the stairs.

John kept his word and came down the stairs a about 5 minutes later. Sherlock heard him head straight to the bathroom so he just carried on feeding Rosie. Sherlock had placed Rosie on the table and was just cleaning her face when John came up behind him and wrapped his arms around the detective's waist and rested his head on his back. When he finished, Sherlock moved Rosie to the floor with out getting out of John's hold. She went straight to the living area to play with her toys so Sherlock turned to face John.
"Any particular reason you're holding me?" John linked his fingers together so Sherlock couldn't get out of the hold but he also had to lean back slightly so he could look at the taller mans face.
"No. Do I need one?" Sherlock thought about it for a moment and then shook his head. John kissed him then he watched John move to the living area and pick up the paper as he sat in his chair. Sherlock tidied away Rosie's food stuff and binned the dirty tissues he used to wipe her face then he sat in his chair opposite John in front of the unlit fireplace, he looked to Rosie then back to John and couldn't help smile and release a small laugh. John obviously heard it because he lifted hi head from the paper to look at Sherlock.
"Something funny?"
"Like Father, Like Daughter." Sherlock said as he looked back to Rosie who was sitting on the floor with an alphabet book open as if she was reading it. Sherlock looked back to John to see a smile on his face.

The rest of the day was relaxing. They stayed in, Rosie played with her new toys, never letting her hand leave her new blanket. John just relaxed reading the paper and realising he hadn't updated his blog since before the shooting, he decided to tell everyone how he was. He posted the new entry and then began to do the crossword puzzle in the paper. Sherlock on the other hand was relaxed for the first hour of waking up. He wasn't one to sit inside and do nothing and he began to get bored. After reading his emails and deleting ones from Mycroft he flopped down on to the sofa and looked over to John who was holding a pen to his chin obviously trying to think of the answers to the cross word. He looked to the ceiling and let out a loud noise that was half groan half sigh. He snuck a look to John and noticed that he hadn't moved his eyes off the paper so he made the noise again slightly louder. No reaction again. He breathed in to do it again but this time John spoke.
"There's no point trying again Sherlock. If you want something to do there's the park." Sherlock turned his head to look at John and gave him a confused look.
"I'm not a child John. I don't want to go to the park."
"Are you sure you not? You sound like one." John joked as he finally looked over to Sherlock and smiled. Sherlock's face relaxed a bit and he looked back up to the ceiling. He closed his eyes for a few minutes before opening them and jumping up off the sofa, heading to the bedroom with his dressing gown flowing behind him. John just watched him leave and then shook his head once he'd gone and went back to doing his crossword.

Sherlock came out a few minutes later dressed in his usual attire. A white dress shirt with black trousers. He was putting on his blazer as he entered the living area again then he headed to the window and pulled the curtain to the side slightly so he could see outside. John just watched him for a moment before speaking.
"Thought you didn't want to go out?" Sherlock looked around to John as he spoke.
"I said I didn't want to go to the park. I'm going to see Lestrade." He moved away from the window and before John could say anything else Sherlock was already bounding down the stairs. Rosie jumped a little when Sherlock let the door slam shut behind him. She looked to John who just shrugged at her then she began reading her book and John carried on with his crossword. Sherlock on the other hand walked down the road a bit still wrapping his scarf around his neck before hailing a cab. When he arrived at Scotland Yard he made his way into the building, totally bypassing the main desk and heading straight up to Lestrade's office. As he walked he got plenty of his usual looks from the officers. He arrived at the DI's office and without knocking, opened the door to see Lestrade with his feet up on his desk, a coffee in one hand and a doughnut in the other. Sherlock paused in the doorway giving Lestrade time to swallow the piece of doughnut in his mouth.
"Sherlock? Do you even know what knocking is?" He just rolled his eyes and walked in shutting the door behind him as Lestrade carried on talking bringing his feet off the desk in the process.
"I don't have a case for you and I thought you'd want to stay home. I mean if what happened at Rosie's birthday party was anything to go by, I thought you and John would want to spend some time together." Sherlock rolled his eyes again before moving towards the desk.
"Forget all of that. I'm bored. I need some cold cases."
"Even if I said 'no' you'd still go down to the archives and pick a few up, so when you do come back up here and tell me which one's you've taken." Sherlock smiled at the DI before leaving and shouting his thanks behind him.

Sherlock arrived back home with his arms full of files. He went straight upstairs and dumped them all on the table between the windows. He smiled at the pile and sat down opening the first folder without taking his coat off. After a minute he stopped and looked to John's chair. No John. He looked to the carpet in front of the coffee table where Rosie normally played. No Rosie. He shouted for his flatmate. No reply. Sherlock stood up and walked back to the door he came through looking on both sides for a note that they'd gone out. Nothing. So where were they? Sherlock could feel his heart beat faster as he began to worry a little. Maybe they were in the bathroom and they just didn't hear him. Sherlock went down the corridor and put his ear to the bathroom door. He couldn't hear anything so he pushed on the door and it was unlocked. He looked in and there was nothing. No one. He then went to the next door. Sherlock's room. No one. Where are John and Rosie. Sherlock shouted again and heard nothing still. He went back through to the living area and sat in his chair with his knees to his chest. He wrapped his arms around them and listened to the silence. Suddenly there was a loud thud that came from upstairs. Sherlock looked up to the ceiling and then bolted out of his chair and skipped steps as his bounded up to John's room. He opened the door slowly and looked in. There was John, lying on his bed with Rosie on his chest wrapped in one arm. The other arm was out stretched across the bed and there was a book on the floor. John must have been reading to her when she fell asleep and then he began to nap as well. Sherlock smiled at the sight and he felt his fast heart rate slow down again. As he watched he saw John shiver a little. If he's cold Rosie must be as well. Sherlock took off his coat and slowly placed it on top of them. He made sure John's feet were covered and made sure Rosie head wasn't covered. He stepped back, smiled before then going back down the stairs to start the cold cases again.

John woke up but not to Rosie's crying. It was a smell. He opened his eyes and blinked away the sleep as he still held a sleeping Rosie. He opened his eyes fully and noticed the room was darker than usual but it was daylight out side. He yawned and then began coughing and that's when he realised it wasn't dark. It was smoke. He sat up still holding Rosie and kept coughing. He noticed Sherlock's coat fall from him to the floor and followed it keeping as low as he could. He checked to make sure Rosie was still breathing and woke her to make sure she was alright. He then shouted for his flatmate. No reply. Rosie was awake now as well so John put her on the floor and looked over the bed to the window. it was slightly open allowing some of the smoke out which was alright.
"Rosie, you have to stay here. Don't move." John moved to the open door and closed it behind him leaving Rosie safe in the closed off room. He moved down the stairs keeping low and shouting for Sherlock. He got down and went to move into the living area but it was full of flames. The stair case the went down to Mrs Hudson's flat was clear so John went back up and got Rosie. He took her down the stairs and told Mrs Hudson to go outside. She hadn't noticed the fire so she was still just pottering around in her kitchen. With the two girls safe John went back up to the flat shouting for Sherlock again. Still no reply. He opened the door to the kitchen and he was hit with heat and smoke. He dropped to the floor coughing up the smoke before seeing Sherlock on the kitchen floor. He commando crawled around the table and got to Sherlock. John checked for breathing but couldn't concentrate properly as the smoke was getting to his head. He looked around at the burning cupboards and all of Sherlock's equipment. He shouldn't have been doing anything in here anyway. He was supposed to do all experiments down in 221C. Bloody idiot.

John was able to pull Sherlock out of the kitchen and to the top of the stairs. He stood and put Sherlock over his shoulder, just like he used to do when he was in Afghanistan, moving injured troops to safety away from the battle field. He was able to get down the stairs and exit the burning building. The police had arrived and we trying to keep people away. John dropped Sherlock then dropped to the floor himself in a coughing fit. He kept one hand on Sherlock at all times as he tried to shake him awake, while trying to shout his name. Then he heard a familiar voice over him and two hands on his shoulders trying to pull him away. Greg. John took a deep breath and coughed a few more times. Once he stopped he put both his hands on Sherlock's shoulders and shook him, saying his name, just hoping he would wake up. After a couple of tries he could feel himself tearing up and he chest went tight. Greg gave up trying to pull them away and instead just stood watching John try to wake his friend.

I think I can feel the anger coming from everyone. I said I was sorry for leaving it like this.
I will try and get the next chapter to you as fast as I can but I'm not promising anything.

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