Sherlock gasped and ran over to her. She held up the bloody finger for him to see.
"Gwen! Put that down, now!"
Gwen laughed. "Oh Sherlock! It's funny looking!"
He dove for the limb in her hand.
"Gwen, give it back, now."
She frowned and thrust the finger towards him. Sherlock took it from her carefully and slid it into the jar from which it had come. He turned to face the girl, who opened her eyes wider.
"Puppy eyes don't work on me." The detective said, walking out of the room.
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John turned the knob and walked into the flat.
"Sherlock? Lucy?"
"Her name is Gwen, she agreed to it also!" Sherlock shouted, popping out of his chair.
His phone beeped.
Gwen appeared in an instant, bobbing around the detective.
"Who is it Sherlock? Can I see? Pretty please?"
Sherlock pulled out the phone and checked the text.
"Lestrade needs us to go to the Yard. Strange code of some sort."
John nodded slowly. "Alright, but who will watch Luc- sorry, Gwen?"
Gwen gasped, her curly pigtails bobbing. "Oh, can I come?"
Sherlock took her hand, a glint in his eye. "I don't see why not."
"Yay!" she squealed, using his hand as a base point for her spinning.
"Sherlock!" John exclaimed. "What if there's bodies or something rude she shouldn't be seeing! She's only 8!"
The girl huffed. "Excuse me, but I'm standing right here, and I can hear what you're saying! And I am not a 'normal child'! I have a good mind" she said, poking her head, "And I like codes and bodies! They're fun!"
She's right, she isn't normal. John thought. What normal girl enjoys crime scenes and murder? I thought they liked dolls and tea parties!
John shook his head and walked out of the flat.
Sherlock beamed down at Gwen.
"Let's go solve a murder!" She yelled, pulling him out the door.