The Consulting Detective's Apprentice (Sherlock x Reader)

----six years later----

'Would you please stop moving?'

'I'm bored.'

'Tough shit.'

'Still bored.'

'Well look at something, entertain yourself.'

'The only thing to see here is the wall, a painting and wedding pictures that I've seen and analysed about a 1000 times. Not very distracting.'

'I don't care what you do, just sit still and let me finish this.'

'Are you almost done?'

'Almost.'

'It takes long.'

'I know, but you wanted this.'

'I'm aware, thank you for the effort.'

'Of course, love.'

'Are you done now?'

'Nooooooooooooooo.'

'Have you ever done this before?'

'Don't get sassy with me, you know what happens when you do.'

'O yeah, sorry.'

...

'Right, all ready now, take a look.'

The little girl jumped off the small chair she had been sitting on and stumbled to the mirror.

She was about 6 years old, though she didn't look like the average kid of her age. Her stare, with which she was analysing now every hair on her head was way too intelligent, or advanced for how little she was. She was staring at herself with big, light, blue eyes, framed by long black lashes that touched her cheek whenever she stared down.

Normally she looked like a mess because of her hair, a dark pile of black curls that literally could defy gravity. When she would wake up it looked like a big thunder cloud wrapped around her head. Everything about her reminded you about Sherlock, except for her complexion, that was more like you. She had your nose and your lips.

In short, she was gorgeous.

And very frustrated at the moment. Her little eyebrows were knitted together as she frowned at her own reflexion.

You had just braided her hair back because she had seen it in a magazine, and she had wanted to know what she looked like with a braid. Now, she was probably wondering if it had been good idea.

'You look cute.' You stated honestly, thinking your daughter looked a little bit younger with a braid, you did miss her curls though.

'Obviously...' She stated, as if that wasn't the problem at all. You cleared your throat and raised an eyebrow at her.

'I was just stating a fact!' She exclaimed innocently, and you raised your eyebrow even further.

'Okay okay.' She grumbled, nodding whilst walking to the door down the stairs.

You smiled at yourself, sometimes the Sherlock-ness rubbed a bit too much off on her, but she was a lovely kid that could get on with almost everybody. Not that she actually liked everyone, she thought most kids were below her level (they were) and pretty stupid. But they weren't bad people, so she treated them right.

'Daddy what do you think?' She asked with a brilliant smile, making a pirouette so Sherlock could see her perfectly.

Sherlock had been sitting behind his desk, looking through papers he had received from Lestrade, there was a possible serial killer on the loose and Sherlock had to catch him as quickly as possible, or else he would be able to strike again.