BBC Sherlock Imagines (Book 2)

Sherlock: She's a Holmes

Request for @iiSuperwoman11

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You heard the door to the flat open and two little feet pitter patter in.

"Mommy I'm home," squeaked the little voice from the living room. You wiped your hands on the towel, then went to find your daughter so you could suffocate her with love. You hadn't seen her all day seeing as you worked at the office in the morning, and it was Sherlock's job to drop her off then, while it was one of the other mom's week to pick up and drop the kids off after school. You rounded the corner and as soon as you were in sight, she ran into your arms and nuzzled her head into the crook of your neck, something she had been doing since she was a baby. You hugged her tight and planted kisses all over her dark curly hair. "Mom," she groaned, although she was fighting to hold back a giggle. You held her back away from you and smiled proudly. She was 7 now, 7 and full of personality, much of which came from her father. "Mom," she said again, this time taking on an attitude, "stop. I look the same as I did this morning."

"Fine fine," you said, smiling down at her. "How was your day?" you asked, leading her to the kitchen for some cookies and milk. You reached into the cupboard, pulling out a glass and plate, then got out the milk and Johanna's favorite cookies. You didn't hear a response, and you turned around, wondering if she had gone to her room. When you turned around though, she was still standing there, but tears were streaking silently down her face. "Johanna, honey," you said, kneeling down to her level. As soon as you were close enough, she collapsed into your arms and her little body began to shake from sobs. "It's okay," you cooed, "mommy's here." At that moment the door to the flat opened once more; you assumed it was Sherlock.

"Is daddy home?" asked Johanna through sniffles.

"Yes he is," answered Sherlock who stood in the door of the kitchen, right in front of you. She turned around, leaving your arms to grasp onto his legs. He hadn't realized that she was crying, so when he felt the tears being wiped on his pant leg, he bent down with a worried look on his face. "Why are you crying angel?" he asked, his voice only slightly robotic. Daddy mode, you thought happily. He brushed his hand through her curls, but they bounced right back up to where they were before. Johanna didn't speak, just looked down at her feet. Sherlock's crease between his eyes got deeper as he became more concerned for his daughter. Usually you had trouble getting her to stop talking, not the other way around. Suddenly a fresh round of tears came about, and Sherlock wiped them all away. Deciding not to prod anymore, he scooped her up in his arms and took her to the refrigerator where he took some eyeballs out for them to dissect together.

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After eating dinner, reading some books, and kissing your child goodnight, you and Sherlock finally climbed into bed. Immediately you turned towards him.

"What'd she tell you?" He acted as if he didn't hear you, kissed you on the forehead, then turned out the light. "Sherlock," you groaned, "I'm worried about her. She never comes home from school crying like that."

"(Y/n), it's taken care of, or, it will be taken care of, soon enough."

"But why can't I know?" you demanded, starting to become angry. You were the one that carried her in your womb for 9 months, not Sherlock (although he had more mood swings than you did).

"I'll tell you tomorrow, after I take care of it." You huffed, not bothering to respond, and turned on your side far away from him. You weren't going to lie - you were jealous. Sherlock was always favored by her due to his laid back behavior and cool experiments that he had for your daughter. Where as you were just mum, the one that fed her, clothed her, taught her manners, etc. But you couldn't be too mad, without Sherlock, Johanna wouldn't be the beautiful, amazing, crazy little human she was today. Sensing your anger, two arms snaked around your waist and pulled you in close. Sherlock moved so that your head was tucked into the crook of his neck, and before laying his head down, placed another kiss on you, this time on your temple. Immediately your anger faded, giving itself away to the dance his fingertips played upon your skin.