After Sherlock tried to clean up his experiment, Mrs. Hudson led Mary and Sherly up to the living room. Sherlock came in with a trying smile.
"Thank you so much," Mary whispered as Mrs. Hudson went back down stairs. Sherlock falsely smiled.
"How could I say no?" he whispered as Mary sighed.
"I know I am imposing on you, but I don't know what else to do," she whispered as Sherlock bit back a snarky comment. He glanced at the child, who had puffy eyes and a runny nose from crying. "Here's a list of the things that I thought you might want to know."
"Of course," he whispered, looking at the list. It seemed pretty straight forward.
"Remember, she's only eighteen months old, so don't do anything... dangerous," Mary whispered, choosing her words carefully. Sherlock gave a small smile and nodded.
"Of course," Sherlock whispered as Sherly stared at him. "Did she cry the whole way here?"
"Most of the way. She seems more comfortable here," Mary mentioned as she gave him her diaper bag. "Okay, so make sure she doesn't stay up too late-"
"It's nine thirty," Sherlock pointed out as Mary looked at the clock.
"Well, not too much later. She'll probably pass out within the hour," Mary smiled and gave Sherlock the girl before Sherlock could protest. "I'll come by in the morning to come pick her up."
"Right," Sherlock whispered as Sherly rested her head on his shoulder. Sherlock bit his lip, not sure what to do. Mary smiled, said goodbye, and left.