Shoot
Rating: G
"Victoria! We're home!" John yelled up the stairs, and smiled when he heard his daughter squeal. He braced himself to be tackled by 9 stone of teenage girl. Sherlock stood behind him, smirking.
"Daddy! Papa!" Victoria hugged them both.
Sherlock smiled and kissed her cheek. "Did you have a good weekened?"
John winked. "No wild parties?"
Victoria slung and arm around him. "No, Papa, no parties. Uncle Greg took me to the range, though."
Sherlock laughed. "Lestrade trusted you with a firearm? He is brave!"
John steeled himself. "Lestrade took my nineteen year old daughter….to a shooting range." He turned to Sherlock."He needs to stop hanging around your brother. Obviously, Mycroft drove him mad."
Victoria giggled and produced a handgun from her bag. "Uncle Mycroft got me this. 'Never can be too careful' , he says."
Sherlock did not have the good taste to stifle a giggle, and John sat down and buried his head in his hands. He looked at Sherlock."Your brother is insane."
Sherlocksat next to John. "I know. Should we return the gun?"
John looked at Victoria. "Do you have a license for that thing?"
Victoria nodded. John sighed. "Fine. Keep it. Just don't shoot the wall."
John smiled at Sherlock, who was still laughing.