Sherlock brought Sherly to the board, where he was working on his latest case, pointing out the key points. He was sure that she couldn't understand any of it, but he needed to show someone. It helped him organize things in his head, and helped show off a little.
"And he is convicted for murder-" Sherlock explained before she suddenly pointed at the board. He looked at her curiously before following her finger to a picture of a man in a dapper, but old suit. "Yes, he is one of my main suspects. I think he might be the one that stole that woman's jewels."
"Mah," Sherly muttered, staring at the man.
"Yes, he is a convicted criminal as well," Sherlock agreed with a smile. Sherly put her hand down and stared at the board, her other hand in her mouth. "I don't understand why your parents felt the need for you to come here."
"Hmmn," she hummed, turning to look at him. Sherlock shook his head.
"You seem perfectly content to me," he muttered as he looked for signs of crying. Her puffy eyes had died down, her nose dry as well. Nothing seemed to be the matter with her anymore. "Hmm, what time is it?"
"Mah," she repeated as he rolled his eyes.
"You know what? I'm going to teach you a new word. Something that actually makes sense," he whispered before he sat down in his chair, Sherly on his lap. "Okay, let's begin. Der. Say der."
Sherly just stared blankly before he tried again and again. Still she said nothing and he sighed. John and Mary hadn't even tried to get her to speak.
"Come on. Der!" Sherlock urged before Sherly stared at him.
"De?" she whispered as he grinned, making her giggle uncontrollably.