'Sup. This weeks chapter has soft/big-hearted! John. I hope you all enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
After Sherlock finished interrogating O'Malley, he, John and Kailey caught a cab back to Baker Street. Once they were in their flat, Kailey curled up on the couch, pulled the blanket up to her shoulders, and promptly fell asleep.
Poor thing, though John as he watched her from the kitchen. He started to fill the kettle with water for tea.
Sherlock joined him. Now that the case was more or less over, he could start to function like a normal person again. Sort of.
John set the kettle on the stove. "Hey Sherlock?"
"Hmm?" Sherlock grunted as he rummaged in the cupboards for something to eat.
"What's going to happen to her?"
"Who?"
"Kailey." John turned on the gas.
"She'll go back to the foster home, I imagine." Sherlock straightened up with a loaf of stale bread in his hand. "Do we have any milk?"
John glanced over at Kailey. "It doesn't seem right."
Sherlock snorted. "It doesn't have to be right. She was probably exaggerating the conditions anyhow; children usually do."
"Would it kill you to show a little compassion?" John twisted around to face the detective.
"No." Sherlock started from the room. "Bring me some milk if you find any," he called over his shoulder. His bedroom door closed.
The kettle whistled. John turned it off and poured it into a mug. As he dunked the teabag up and down, he watched Kailey sleep.
"Oh, Kailey," he muttered. "What are we going to do with you?"
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