I noticed I did not set a time line for this. I'm saying it is after he 'died' at the end of season 2. We all know he comes back at some point. Come on he is Sherlock
Oh and by the way thanks for the tips on my spelling and anything like that. It is nice to have an extra set of eyes.
Sherlock tried to focus on the body in front of him. Woman. Twenty six years old. Married twice. No children. She liked pizza. Pizza with extra cheese. Smoked cigarettes.
That was as far as he had gotten because of Lestrade. He kept asking him questions.
"So," he said watching Sherlock. "She sure is a cute kid. When did you and John decide to adopt?"
"Kind of a spur of the moment thing," Sherlock explained still trying to focus.
No not just cigarettes. Marijuana smoker by the stains on the teeth. Ah. Also snorted drugs by the state of her nose.
"I'm happy for you Sherlock," he said. "I must admit I'm a bit surprised. I never thought you'd settle down."
"Heavy drug user," Sherlock said standing up. "Smoked and snorted. She meet her killer tonight during or after her dinner of extra cheese pizza. She is married but it isn't her first marriage. No children from either marriage. You might want to check up on the first husband. I don't believe it is the current husband. He seems to really care for her but her first husband was abusive."
"How in the world did you get all that?" Lestrade asked.
"She has stains on her teeth from smoking marijuana cigarettes and eating cheese pizza. The inside of her nose is badly burnt from snorting. She is wearing a wedding ring but you can clearly see the mark were another ring was there as well at one point. No children. At least there are no pictures of any in her wallet. Also there are scares on her body and the bones of her wrist are some what misshapen. They look as if they were broken and not tended to properly. She is wearing very nice jewelery and dressed well. No one with such a bad drug habit could keep such nice things. That means her husband buys them for her. He loves her despite everything."
"Alright," Lestrade said jotting it all down. "So we will check out all nearby pizza parlors and check on the ex-husband."
"Are we done here?" Sherlock asked standing up. "I wouldn't have come if I'd known it was so transparent."
"Look Sherlock," Lestrade said standing in his way. "I'm glad you have someone in your life but I hope you know what you are getting yourself into. John is a nice guy and Isabell is just a baby."
"What are you getting at?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes.
"It's just," the inspector detective lowered his voice even though there was no one else in the room. "I don't mean to be rude but we both know what happens when you bite off more than you can chew."
Sherlock's eyes widened when he realized what Lestrade was saying.
"For you information I haven't touched anything since University," he growled not raising his voice. "You know it."
"I know that and I'm proud of you," Lestrade said. "I just want it to stay that way."
Sherlock didn't respond to that. He pushed past Lestrade.
"Sherlock. I just don't want you to forget what happened! I know I'll never forget it." Lestrade called. "Dammit! Come back here."
Sherlock ran to the front door of the house. The sun had been out when he went into the house. The sky had clouded and rain was starting to pour out of the sky.
Lestrade was right behind him. He grabbed his coat before he could he slip out the door. Sherlock stopped in his tracks.
"I'm sorry," Lestrade said letting go of his coat. "I shouldn't have bought it up. I know you went through hell at Uni. I'm thinking about John as well. You know how messed up he was when you were dead."
"It's OK," Sherlock said not looking at him.
Sherlock looked up and was surprised to see Sally getting out of a cab with Isabell in her arms.
"She won't stop crying," she said holding her out to Sherlock. "She started about a minute after you left. I tried everything."
Sherlock took the child into his arms and wrapped her blanket tighter around her.
"Now," he said in a calm voice. "Enough of that."
At the sound of Sherlock's voice the child stopped crying. He smiled slightly looking down at his child. He didn't think babies got attached that quick. He found he liked it. He liked holding her in his arms.
"Guess she just wanted Daddy," Sally said. "Or Mummy. I'm not really sure how that works. I mean I don't know which one of you does the dishes and which watches sports."
Sherlock gave her a dirty look before hailing a cab. He climbed into the cab with Isabell in his arms.
"Good luck with the case," he said with a smirk. "Two twenty one b baker street."
When Sherlock got home he wasn't surprised to see John in the kitchen putting away food. He looked as if he just got home. Man that man did like his food. Sherlock would never understand it.
"Where did you get off to?" John asked turning to face Sherlock.
"Case," he said sitting down on the couch. "Lestrade had a little murder for me."
"You took the baby to a crime scene?" John asked in a shocked voice.
"Sally was supposed to watch her. You must have just missed her," Sherlock explained. "I guess Isabell wouldn't stop crying."
John held a box of infant oatmeal in his hand. He stopped in the middle of putting it away and looked hard at Sherlock.
"Are you alright?" he asked. "I thought a nice murder would perk you up. You look like someone canceled Christmas."
"John," he said. "There is something we need to talk about."
"What is it?" John asked in a confused voice sitting down in his chair.
"Isabell," he said. "We need to talk about her. "John. I know we didn't apply for adoption. I know we aren't really a couple. I never thought I'd want kids. Yet, I've made up my mind about Isabell. I'm going to keep her."
John couldn't believe his ears. Sherlock wanted to keep a child that had been dumped on him.
"Are you sure?" he finally asked. "This isn't a puppy or a new lab kit. This is a human life. She'll be yours forever. Don't forget my name is on her papers as well. I should have some say in this."
"I know what I'm doing," he said in a strong voice. "If you wish to sign your rights to me I'll understand."
"Sign My rights?" he said shaking his head. "I don't know what the hell is going on around here anymore. All I know is I have a kid now as well. If you can think you can do this so I can. I'm not giving up my rights to anything. I...I guess I can be her Dad as well."
"I thought you'd say that," Sherlock said looking at the infant oatmeal in John's hands. "Already buying things for her?"
"Well," he said with a chuckle. "You got me. I got her some oatmeal and a couple other things. I couldn't resist."
He got up and went back to putting things away.
"If the adoption agency calls tell them it was a misunderstanding and that Isabell is in good hands," Sherlock said heading to his room. "I'm going to take a nap. I'll have her with me."
"Nap?" John asked in a confused voice turning to face Sherlock. "I don't think I've ever known you to take a nap."
No one was there. Sherlock had already slipped off into his room and shut the door.
John grabbed a bag that was on the kitchen table and carried it into the living room. He sat down in his chair and removed a skein of pink yarn from the bag. He began to roll it into a ball.
Sherlock's cellphone rang. John sighed picking it up.
"Hello," came an important sounding male voice. "This is Thomas Senth. Is Sherlock Holmes or Dr. John Watson available?"
"This is John," John said still rolling up his yarn. "How can I help you?"
"It seems your...home partner has been calling our agency saying there was a problem with the child you adopted," he said.
"Oh," John said thinking fast on his feet. "Oh! I know what that was. Someone stole his Mobile. We actually just picked it up from the police. Someone called all kinds of people on it. Made a big mess."
"Well I'm sorry for you trouble," he said in a more relaxed tone. "So there are no problems with...Isabell?"
"No not at all," John said setting the rolled ball on the floor. "She is in wonderful hands."
"I'm glad to hear it," he said. "Well I just wanted to check up on the situation. Well have a nice day Dr. Watson."
"You too," John said before hanging up the phone.
He took out a crochet needle and began going to work on a baby blanket. He would never like to admit out loud that he liked needle work. Something about it was relaxing. His mother taught him when he was child.
Sherlock's phone beeped. John grumbled as he looked at the message.
Mothercare - Oxford Street 515
Have fun. Everything is to be billed to me.
MH
Mycroft.
What the hell? All of a sudden you text. I want to talk to you.
JH
Another beep.
Can't talk. Busy
MH
John growled throwing the phone at the couch. Damn Mycroft. How did he know they had decided to keep the little one? Sometimes John hated that man.