Disclaimer! I don't own any characters shown in Sherlock or Doctor Who
Samie's phone rang, disturbing her from her nap. She sluggishly answered it. "Hello?" she asked.
"Hello? Yes, Samie. It's me, Sherlock. I need you to be at Scotland yard, asap." He mumbled urgently before abruptly hanging up.
Samie groggily got dressed, brushed her teeth, and hailed a cab to scotland yard.
As she walked into one of the many offices, Samie spotted Sherlock pacing. "You rang." she raised her eyebrow. "Yes. I need you to babysit for me." Sherlock looked up.
"You what?" I scoffed. "The kids won't talk to anyone, and you said children like you. So, we need you to talk to them." Sherlock stated.
Samie frowned and entered the door that Sherlock motioned to. She saw John sitting in front of a little girl with a glum expression. She nodded to John, who smiled and left.
"Hey there." Samie sighed, sitting down in a plush chair. The little girl seemed to be about to say something, but stopped herself.
"My name is Samaria Dwieghton." She introduced herself. "Might I ask your name?" Samie inquired.
"Don't you stubborn police people already know it?" the girl snapped.
Samie's eyes widened at the sudden outburst. "No, I'm not really with the police... Actually, I just now got here. A friend of mine said he needed help." She admitted.
The girl lifted her gaze. "At this time of day? Why would you go that far just to talk to some kid?" she asked.
"It doesn't matter what time it is, I'll always help a friend. As for the favor... I never really know what Sherlock'll throw at me." Samie blinked, speaking calmly.
"So, you're pretty loyal?" the girl sat up.
"I suppose you could say that." Samie chuckled. The girl thought for a moment, then inched her chair closer to Samie.
"My name is Casidey. If you really are loyal, you need to promise me that you'll be my friend." Casidey held out her small pinky finger.
Samie smiled, hooking her finger with Casidey's. "I promise. Besides, nobody should be alone without a friend to trust."
And with that, Casidey smiled, showing gaps where she had lost her baby teeth.
Sherlock crossed the carpet anxiously. 'What's taking so long?' he thought to himself.
Impatient, he opened the door, seeing something unusual. Samie was laughing and playing, very much like the girl in the room.
Samie stood up and greeted Sherlock with a smile. "Casidey. This is my friend, Sherlock." Samie explained, looking at the child whom was clinging to her hand.
"You were right." Casidey said, glancing up at Samie. "He is handsome."
Sherlock reluctantly felt his cheeks warm up as his eyes made contact with Samie, who was shrugging apologetically.