Hey guys sorry for not updating sooner, life got in the way. Anyway enjoy chapter 6. Thx for the review SnowKi.
Don't own Sherlock. Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat do tho….
John rolled his eyes as the world's only consulting detective turned his back. He stepped into the kitchen to begin preparing some dinner for himself and Sherlock.
"Joooohn!" came a loud shout from downstairs.
John turned towards the door just as the owner of the voice came barreling through it. Artemis dragged Lestrade behind her. Her eyes were twinkling with mischief and her cheeks were rosy.
" Uncle Sherlock! Guess what!" she nearly screamed. Sherlock sat up on the sofa and gave Artemis an annoyed glance.
" You know I dislike to stoop to such idiosyncrasies." He huffed.
Artemis stuck her tongue at him and Sherlock glared back. John rolled his eyes as he stepped between them.
"Alright, alright, Sherlock : behave" he said in his best Captain Watson voice looking at Sherlock, before turning to Artemis.
"Now Art, please continue." he said.
Sherlock pouted and Greg held back a chortle at seeing a grown man behave like a toddler.
" Dad just told me that we have a mission! He wants us four in Spain by tomorrow, and of course mission briefing will take place as soon as we land." Artemis said practically bouncing in place.
John just gave Artemis a weary look, Greg raised an eyebrow and Sherlock finally started to perk up.
" Hand me the file." Sherlock said, holding his hand out. Artemis rolled her eyes, but did as she was told.
Sherlock took it, and proceeded to read the thick file, his face lighting up with every sentence read.
" FINALLY! a stimulating case! Oh its Christmas!" he shouted in joy. John looked uneasy
" For how long?" he asked. Artemis' face fell a bit at that and she bit her bottom lip.
" He said, about a year, I'm sorry John, but the terrorist level has been raised to critical. Also the Higher powers have personally requested for us four." she explained. John nodded his head sadly.
" What about Rosie?" he asked. Artemis already had an answer for that.
" She'll split her time up between her aunt and her godmother, Molly Hooper. Dad has already ironed out the details and will clear up any concerns in Barcelona." she said.
" Alright, I guess we'd better get packing." Greg said, surprisingly taking everything in stride.
" Not quite Greg, I'm afraid our particular wardrobes' aren't up to international espionage standards. Our new clothes will be waiting for us in Spain.'' She grinned again as both John and Greg smoothed out their own clothes.
After a few moments of silence, Sherlock decided that he had enough, and put on his signature blue scarf and black belstaff
" Mrs. Hudson! We'll be gone for a while, Take care!" John yelled as he rushed to pull on his coat as well.
" The Game is on!." the two Holmes said in union rushing out the door, quickly followed by Greg and John, who shared a knowing look.