The Consulting Detective's Apprentice (Sherlock x Reader)

Chapter 20: At the end it was always Watson and Holmes.

'I think there is no obvious pattern.' He said, rubbing his temples and groaning whilst staring at several pictures of the victim.

You just stood in the doorway looking at the two people you loved the most in life, being absolutely different and yet exactly the same.

(Y/D/N) walked around him and dragged a chair to the table, she clumsily climbed up said chair and stood on it, so she could see the evidence. She was concentrated, her little hand tapping her chin as if she was already 50 years old.

'They're all parents.' She said slowly, not as if she had discovered something, but as if she was telling Sherlock what the colour of the sky was.

'Obviously.' Sherlock just said, not taking his eyes off the pictures. You walked over to the table and put your head on Sherlock's, gazing at the papers.

'They all went to the same toy store down the road where we bought you that Barbie doll.' You said to the little girl that was adorably trying to solve a murder. She looked at you with big eyes, and her mouth hung a little open before she smiled brightly and stretched her arms out to you, you picked her up and held her against your hip as she planted a kiss on your cheek.

'You're way smarter than daddy, mommy.' She said with a grin, knowing that her father would get riled up from that. Sherlock sighed annoyed and threw his daughter an annoyed look, however, at the moment he actually laid eyes on her his face melted into one of pleasant surprise.

'You look beautiful, sweetheart.' He marvelled, taking over the little girl from you and holding her in his lap. She giggled happily, loving the attention her father sometimes gave her.

Sherlock could get really ignorant during cases, not coming home for a whole day, not calling or not speaking, or getting so agitated he started screaming at the walls. But when the case wasn't so difficult, or when he had nothing on his hands, he was the kindest father that ever fathered.

I swear, he was down with literally anything.

Want to dress up as a hotdog to go to school? Done.

Want to skip school all together to watch a movie? Fine, it's stupid anyways.

Want to help on a case? Grab a chair sweetheart and tell me what you think.

Want to stay up all night? Sleep is boring, let's go for a walk.

As long as she didn't cry unnecessarily, whine or act like a basic 6-year old he would tolerate almost anything. That's why she enjoyed annoying him once in a while by sneakily insulting him or whine about nothing at all.

But they had a great bond together, you all had actually. Each one of you understood the others perfectly, and you worked together like a well-oiled machine.

'Thanks dad, mom did it for me.' She said, proudly twisting her braid in her small hands.

'Of course, your mother has very skilled hands.' Sherlock said with a slight undertone in it, looking at you sneakily with a smirk. You crossed your arms and tried to give him a 'shut-up-moron-we're-in-front-of-our-6-year-old-daughter' look but you had to smile yourself at that well-placed innuendo.

'Can I help with the case?' (Y/D/N) asked, demanding your and Sherlock's attention whilst throwing you both pleading looks.

'I thought you would be going to the pool today?' You asked, walking over to the kitchen to make a cup of tea for yourself.

'Pool? Boring.' She said in a monotone voice, sitting back down in the chair she had been standing in. You filled the kettle with water and set it on the stove, smiling to yourself.