I owe all of you an apology. I know that I haven't updated in about three weeks, and I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I feel horrible. Especially for the two that ar following me.
So, here's the next chapter. I know that it's kid of short, but hey, it's an update.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
The front door slammed shut a few hours later. There was a pounding up the flight of stairs and Sherlock burst into the living room. "Any information?" he asked.
"A little bit." John pointed to the two-inch stack of newspaper clippings, computer, print-outs, and other miscellaneous papers.
"How was the crime scene?"
"Inadequately processed." Sherlock said, pulling off his gloves. "Lestrade may run one of the best police stations in the city, but that does not account for-" he paused, gloves in hand. He had just noticed Kailey, who was sitting on the sofa cross-legged, and watching the telly. Sherlock's mind had already thought of the scenario that brought her here, but he still had to ask: "What is she doing here?"
"She's staying here." John answered nonchantly.
"For how long?"
"A long as she needs to."
Sherlock groaned and threw his gloves onto the seat cushion. "No! No! NOOO!" His hands flew up and grabbed his hair. "John, she has to leave. I have no time to babysit a child!"
John got up and pulled Sherlock into the kitchen. "Holmes. She has no where to go. The foster home is dangerous and Lestrade has enough of his own problems at the Yard that he can't keep an eye on her."
"Where will she sleep?"
"On the sofa. Or in your room, since you won't be using it until the case is over."
"No! John, I forbid her to go into my room!"
"I can hear you, you know." Kailey said from the other room.
John sighed. "Please, Sherlock?"
Sherlock looked over at Kailey. Her feet were flat on the floor, and she was leaning forward. She was staring at them.
"Fine," he muttered. "Just don't get on my way." He left the kitchen and went to his room.
John gave Kailey a half smile. That had gone better than he thought.
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