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221bornot2b:

Okay but… Picture this. Lestrade has them come by nsy to fill out paperwork they’ve been dodging. John meets sherlock there after getting Rosie from daycare. They’re filling out forms and Rosie is playing by herself when she knocks over her toys. “mycroft” she mutters in clear disdain, as if it were a swear word. Sherlock loses it. He’s crying laughing. He swears he didn’t teach her that and begs John not to correct her since she’ll figure it out as she ages. John fails at trying not to look amused. “mycroft” becomes their in joke. Spill some tea? Mycroft. Experiment gone awry? Mycroft.

Anyway. That’s what my brain came up with today. Somebody spin that into a good story since I’m a terrible writer.

It’s not often John sees Sherlock laugh like this. Sherlock finds plenty of things amusing, for sure, and a wry smirk is hardly ever off his mouth – but it’s rare to witness him actually dabbing his eyes on his sleeve, shaking as he tries to get a hold of himself. Rosie is still held snugly in his lap, oblivious to Sherlock’s small breakdown as she focuses on fixing her brick tower.

John’s so taken with Sherlock’s laughter he almost forgets they’re not alone.

He then glances across the desk, and finds Lestrade’s dark brown eyes upon him.

He tries a guilty grin. You know what they’re like.

Lestrade’s face stays quietly blank. He looks away, picking up his coffee.

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“I looked back at the platform when we had left it far behind, and saw the tall, austere figure of Holmes standing motionless and gazing after us.”

—

The Hound Of Baskervilles 

Holmes watches the train until it disappears out of sight while Watson looks back at him forlornly through the carriage window. These romantic dorks *sigh*