tumblr anonymous asked: Yay! You had Sgt. Sally Donavon. I'm glad you had her stop calling Sherlock a freak. Can we have Izzy charming Sgt. Donavon? She seems to have a soft spot for kids.


"She's cute."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow as he cradled his goddaughter easily in one arm while he tapped away on his mobile with the other hand. "Of course she is. All babies are designed to appeal to adult…"

Sally rolled her eyes. "Yeah, don't need a lecture on genetics, you git. Just hand her over." She reached out and made grabby motions, which Sherlock eyed doubtfully. "Come on, I won't drop her. And you need both hands to look up that info, yeah? More efficient that way?"

Faced with that sort of impeccable logic, Sherlock could do nothing but nod, reluctantly handing his goddaughter over to the police officer. He and Sally still kept only a cool sort of detente between them in most interactions, but he'd noticed her visibly thawing whenever Isabelle was in the flat with him. Interesting.

However, he knew well enough to leave his deductions as to her personal longing for a child of her own to himself.