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It was noon and Baker Street was quiet. John was at another physical therapy appointment as his arm was still not at full capacity. They was worried it might not ever be again but Sherlock was optimistic John would come out of this just fine. It would just take more time then they initially thought.
While he was gone, it was just Sherlock and Rosie in the flat. Sherlock had Rosie in her play pen, happily laying there and trying to roll over. Sherlock was in the kitchen and looking over a few slides she had collected from Molly the day before but still keeping a close eye on her daughter.
While she was, her phone beeped.
Got a body. Need you here!-GLH
"Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock cries out as she puts on her shoes and slips on her coat. "Mrs. Hudson, can you watch Rosie? I have a crime scene and John is at physical therapy!"
When no answer came forth, Sherlock picked up Rosie and went to Mrs. Hudson's flat. Sherlock knocked impatiently when she remembered the older woman was gone for the week. Visiting her sister or something like that. The Consulting Detective sighed and went back to her flat.
"Well, Rosie," Sherlock says finding the baby sling John bought for when he took Rosie out for walks in the park and when he went to so the shopping (and not having a row with the Pin and Chip machines!) with her. "You are a bit young but its never too early to go to your first crime scene!"
She gets the sling on and settles her daughter into it comfortably. Then she texts Grace back.
Where?-SHW
Lancaster Gardens, south end.-GLH
On my way!-SHW
"We just wont tell Aunt Grace that you are coming along, Rosie." Sherlock says as she locks up and hails a cab, one hand firmly on Rosie's back.
"Where to, miss?" The cabbie asks.
"Lancaster Gardens." Sherlock says.
During the ride, Rosie's eyes are drawn to the scenery passing by outside, utterly fascinated. When they arrived and Sherlock paid the cabbie, she jumped at the loud noises but loved the flashing lights as she squirmed and made little noises.
"Hey, Sherlock, we...Why do you have Rosie?! This isn't a place for a baby!" Grace says as she met her at the tape. "Why didn't you leave her with Mrs. Hudson? Or John?"
"Mrs. Hudson is gone for the next few days and John is at another appointment." Sherlock says with a dramatic sigh. "And I couldn't leave her by herself! Despite what others claim, I am not that irresponsible! I had no choice but to bring her."
"You could've told me you could make it!" Grace says. "You cant have her here, Sherlock!"
"You needed me so I came." Sherlock says. She goes to fold her arms but Rosie is in the way so she wraps arms around her instead. "Just...with someone else to talk to, is all."
"My God, Sherlock!" Grace says. "Just...make it quick, ok?!"
Sherlock goes over to the body and looks it over. There was drag marks where the body was dragged and it was stretched out. Pockets were pulled out and a few coins beside him. No wallet, no keys, no nothing on him. A knife wound had bled out where he fell.
"Killed elsewhere and dragged here. Follow those marks," Pointing at the ones behind the victim's head. "And you'll find the original crime scene and the murder weapon. Check the nearby ally because this wasn't intentional, just a mugging gone wrong. Amateur!" She scoffs. "It looks as if Aunt Grace needs us to solve everything, Rosie! That would be Scotland Yard for you!"
"Oi! No badmouthing me to Rosie!" Grace says crossing her arms as she could, and glared at her sister in law.
"If you used even half of your brain cells, you would know that!" Sherlock huffs. "And like I said, amateur! The knife will have his prints and he most likely nicked himself on the blade. Now, if this is all, Grace, Rosie and I must be heading off now! John should be home soon!"
"Go on and get then! Thanks!" Grace says waving her off. Sherlock heads off, not even saying another word. Then Grace yelled after her. "And no more bringing Rosie to crime scenes!"