Because Sherlock was a former Juror, he didn't have to sit in the spectator's gallery. By extension John accompanied him, Rosie in his arms, Sherlock sat down in the front, as close as possible to the prosecution.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" John whispered worriedly, it seemed rather audacious to sit in such a visible place, considering how many people Sherlock had managed to offend.

"No, but it'll be so satisfying to see their faces." They still had fifteen minutes or so to wait before the sentencing was scheduled to start, so Sherlock gave Rosie a coloring book.

"Poisonous plants, interesting topic." Said John.

"I wasn't about to buy those silly My Little Pony coloring books!"

"Well, when you put it that way." John conceded the point, if it wasn't for the title, you'd never know the illustrations featured lethal plants.

John's phone vibrated, signaling an incoming text.

TEXT ME BACK AND LOOK REALLY FOCUSED. –SH

WHY ARE YOU TEXTING ME? I'M SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU. –JW-

A REALLY ANNOYING FELLOW JUROR JUST SAT DOWN BEHIND US, I'M TRYING TO ANNOY HER. –SH

WHAT, BY TEXTING? –JW-

DELIBERATELY FLAUNTING THE FACT THAT I OBVIOUSLY BROKE THE RULES AND GOT AWAY WITH IT, BY USING MY PHONE IN COURT WHEN PEOPLE ARE STRONGLY ENCOURAGED NOT TO. –SH

SHERLOCK! –JW-

IF YOU'D SPENT DAYS LOCKED IN A ROOM WITH WENDY, YOU'D BE JUST AS EAGER AS I AM TO BOTHER HER. –SH

John was saved from having to reply, because the aforementioned Wendy leaned over the bench to speak to Sherlock.

"I thought you were arrested? Why are you back at court?" Hoping to provoke a reaction.

"I was detained; I'm free now, so I figured I'd better go hear the official sentencing." This time, Rosie interrupted.

"Look! I colored Belladonna!" She proudly held up a page where a picture of a belladonna plant was printed, covered in ten different shades of purple.

"Very good Watson! Do you remember how many berried it takes to kill a child?" She scrunched up her face in concentration.

"One or two." Sherlock smiled at her proudly. Wendy was frozen in shock.

"You're teaching your kid about poisons?" She sounded scandalized.

"Well, it's always best to have foreknowledge of potential dangers." John shot him a look that promised a serious discussion later. But for now, he seemed to have agreed with Sherlock that it would be rather fun to mess with Wendy.

"Sherlock was doing an experiment using Belladonna berries. Seeing how they'd react with other poisons."

"And you did this in the presence of a child?"

"Rosie was very happy playing with my skull, Look! They're getting ready for the sentencing to start. Perfect time for you to stop nosing around in our personal affairs." Sherlock cut her off and turned around, bringing Rosie with him. John glared at this Wendy. It wasn't that he encouraged Sherlock to show Rosie all these things a toddler really shouldn't know, but he knew that Sherlock would never purposely hurt Rosie, and he did not appreciate this woman suggesting any such thing.

"All Rise for the honorable Judge Simon." The Court Clerk commanded. The many people in the court stood up with a rustling of clothing. A quick glance around showed Sherlock that most of the jury members were in the audience. He dared to look at Judge Simon, who's face turned a funny shade of red when he saw just who was smiling smugly behind the prosecution's table.

"Order in the court." The judge even used his gavel. Everyone sat down and he shuffled through his papers. The lawyers looked anxious, Timothy was smiling hopefully, Sherlock couldn't see Keen's face, but from the tension in her back, he could tell she was very nervous.

"I shall now read the verdict delivered to me from the Jury and deliver the appropriate sentence. This is the case of Timothy vs Keen. Keen accused Timothy of assault, criminal stalking and murder, later demoted to manslaughter. After careful deliberation, the jury, has come to a decision about all three of these charges. This sentence is final, and not open to a re-trial.

"The charge of stalking with criminal intent has been declared invalid due to insufficient evidence. You are welcome to try that charge in another case Keen, however there is so little proof, you'd look a fool.

"Manslaughter. The Jury reached a unanimous decision that the accusations were false. This court is not addressing the obvious questions that brings up as to who truly killed Leister. Timothy will be completely cleared of this charge.

"As for the charge of assault, due to the disturbance last time this court was convened, the foreperson never got a chance to declare whether Timothy was guilty or not guilty of assault. Our back-up foreperson declared that the decision the jury had come to was that Timothy was not guilty or assault. A unanimous decision reached after super-majority was declared.

"In short, the jury finds Timothy innocent of all charges with no repercussions.

"Court dismissed."

And that was that, Judge Simon laboriously raised himself up from the chair to exit the courtroom. Keen clenched and unclenched her fists. Her lawyer snapped his folder shut in anger. A steady stream of people began to head towards the doors, heads bowed close together to discuss the case.

"So, you're service is now well and truly over?" John demanded.

"Well, my part confined in court. I still have to get Keen arrested, which means work of an investigative nature. Luckily we can do it our usual way."

"You have a plan? I thought that the Yarders didn't find any evidence at the scene of the crime in the motel."

"Well, they're all incompetent, so I thought we'd have a look ourselves. It's not even lunch yet. Plenty of time to go to the motel."

"What about Rosie? We agreed that she wouldn't come on cases."

"Dangerous ones, of course. However all we're doing is going to a motel."

"Where someone was killed!"

"The body is gone, at St. Bart's. Nothing traumatizing. You have the day off don't you?" John sighed.

"Only to the motel, but I don't know what you hope to find there."

"Evidence, clues. I'll know it when I see it. How about that Watson? Do you want to help us solve a mystery?"

"Murder!" she said happily, clapping her hands.

"What have you been teaching her Sherlock?" John growled under his breath. All the same, he soon found himself in a cab with his best friend and his daughter, heading towards the outskirts of London to look for evidence to get someone arrested. Normal life for those who live at 221b Baker Street.

Sherlock didn't turn to look back at Old Bailey as they left. He felt the familiar rush of excitement come whenever he was investigating a case, even if he already knew who did it and this trip was only to find evidence to get that person arrested. Already, the consulting detective had buried his experience as a juror deep inside his mind palace. He'd get around to analyzing them eventually.

A/N: Alrighty folks, you've reached the end of this fic. Congratulations! I wrote it in December 2018 and posted it originally on Ao3. I've been halfheartedly trying to write a sequel featuring the hunt for evidence to get Keen arrested ever since, but other projects came in the way. Summer's here and as I'll soon have writing time, I plan on giving the sequel another go. If you're interested in this slim chance keep following this story or follow it now and I'll post another chapter with a link to the next story if and when I write it. Thank you to everybody who read this. Seriously, I love you all. I had such fun writing this and I hope by my sharing this story you all had fun too. Till the next story readers, every view and comment is wholeheartedly appreciated. (And remember people, not everyone has the British Government to get them out of tight spots. Most of Sherlock's actions as a juror in this story are highly illegal, punishable by a hefty fine or even jail time. I do not condone quite a few of them and would not recommend following Sherlock's example in real life. You have been warned.)

Cheers!