Sherlock stared at the little girl as she looked up at him. Then he glanced over the list, wondering where to even start. Mary only mentioned what she shouldn't eat and not to let her out of his sight. It said nothing about how to get her to sleep or to stop crying, if she did. Sighing he placed her in John's old seat before sitting in his.
"What do you want to do?" he whispered as she looked at him and then around the room with her big blue eyes. Sherlock had never noticed that she had John's eyes. Sherly took after her mom, but she definitely had her father's eyes. "Do you want to do anything?"
"Mah," she replied, pointing at the mirror above the fireplace. Sherlock covered his face in his hand, wondering what he was going to do. He contemplated calling Mycroft, but he would probably end up laughing in his face.
"Aren't you tired?" Sherlock asked, growing increasingly bored with this. The girl just stared at him before looking away again. He sighed and went into the kitchen for a cup of tea. He was barely gone three seconds before he heard a thunk. He paused a moment, realizing what, or who, it was, and ran back into the other room. "Sherly?"
"Mah," she replied, crawling around on the floor. Sherlock rubbed his face, his heart pounding. She was okay. She stared up at him and started to giggle as she sat up.
"Mah? Is that all you can say? Hasn't you parents taught you to speak?" Sherlock asked, rather irritatedly. Sherly tilted her head, surprised by his tone. "What? What could you possibly want?"
"Mmmah," she giggled, reaching up toward him. He stared at her for a moment before picking her up.
"You used to be so..." Sherlock whispered, searching for the word. "Still."
"Hee hee," she giggled as he hid a smile. When she was behaving, she was kinda cute.
"You want to see something interesting?" he whispered before taking her in the kitchen.