"So one of the parents at this school," he pointed to one picture, "thinks that this chemistry teacher, is making crystal meth in his lab."
"A bit Breaking Bad, don't you think? And, I though it was decided it was a random act of violence." asked John.
Sherlock rolled his eyes and continued, "So Mary is going to enroll and take his class. She'll be able to look around. John, you can enroll her tomorrow. And, I told you new evidence appeared. I told you."
"When?"
"Last week."
"I was taking Mary to that robotics convention in Paris!"
"Not my fault you weren't listening."
Mary giggled.
Sherlock rolled his eyes and continued, "So Mary is going to enroll and take his class. She'll be able to look around. John, you can enroll her tomorrow."
Mary stopped laughing. "I am not going to school," she frowned, "What does this have to do with the murder anyway?"
"Mary," sighed John.
"The teacher who is making the drugs is neighbours with the victim. If she were to have found out, that would be motive for murder. I need to know the extent of their relationship," Sherlock interrupted their bickering.
"Okay. On one condition."
"Yes."
"I get to do the bone marrow experiment."
"Fine," sighed John, "but only with supervision from Molly or Mike. Sherlock doesn't count, not after what happened last time."
"I'll do it, but I won't pretend to like it."
"Oh, you won't. They're all idiots," piped in Sherlock.
The next day, John called the school asking if he could enrol Mary for the start of spring term. It started in five days which consisted of forms, shopping, and planning. Mary needed a uniform and books for school, but she also insisted that they visit a shady alleyway store to buy special bugging equipment. Mycroft then confiscated the cameras and microphones, and after a long shouting match between the him and Mary, Anthea snuck Sherlock some from her stash. Mary drilled a small hole into the bridge of some glassses and placed in a small wireless camera, that would record onto her laptop. She also set up an encrypted live stream of Sherlock and John could watch.
John had forms to fill out. He originally put Mary Morstan. She looked hurt for days, until Sherlock surreptitiously changed it to Mary Watson. "She is your daughter now."
Finally, it was Mary's first day of school, ever.
"How are you feeling?" asked John as the cab pulled away from 221B.
"Nervous. I know i shouldn't by. I probably know more than the teachers and I know enough about social mannerisms and facial expressions to make someone think they like me, but what if no one does? What if they think I'm stupid or weird?"
John was shocked by her sudden openness. Mary was always in control of her emotions, even when she had nightmares. "It'll be fine. Not everyone will like you, but that's okay."
He continued to answer her nervous questions until they reached a large brick building. Mary gave a small smile and got ready to leave, "Well, bye, then."
"Have fun. Be yourself. Don't show up the teachers to much."
A/N: I'm sorry this is so short, but I obviously haven't been able to write for awhile (sorry about that too). So, I'm starting off slow to get back in the swing of things.