The Game is On

"A-Adopt what, John?"

"Oh, I don't know, a rock what the bloody hell do you think?!"

"Well, it could be a dog..."

"If it was a dog, I would have asked you two months ago!"

Sherlock sighed, long and loud.

"Look, if you don't want to I understand--"

"No, John, it's a terrific idea. But one condition."

"You should do it because you want to, not because you want something."

"I do want to, but we have to start acting who we are around everyone."

"Everyone?"

"Everyone knows we're an item, yet we continue to hide. We have to stop hiding, act totally gay around everyone!"

"...Even Donovan?"

"Especially Donovan."

At this, John smiled. It was a relief. Granted it'd take some getting used to, but it wouldn't take long to adjust.

"Okay, this is good. Where's the nearest orphanage?"

"Orphanage? Why an orphanage?"

"Because this way, we won't have to wait two years for a baby to come in. And on top of that, we can make an orphan's life a hundred times better!"

"Well, ninety-five times better. Every orphan expects a mom and a dad to adopt them."

"Ours will just have to adjust. It'll be fine."

"All right, the nearest orphanage is 75 miles from here."

"Let's go then, before the day is gone."

The two dressed up, just a tad fancier than usual, and headed out to hail a cab.

Once at the orphanage, they were rather surprised to se Sgt. Donovan, Lestrade and Anderson surrounded by many police cars.

"What happened here?" The pair jogged up to the scene.

"What are you doing here?"

"Not the poi--"

"Adopting," Sherlock cut John off, "What are you doing here?"

"Ah, adopting eh? Taking it a step further I see."

"Yes we are. Now, since you won't answer us, where's Lestrade?"

Donovan motioned over to where Greg Lestrade stood barking orders at people.

"Lestrade, what's going on?" John asked as they approached.

"Oh, nothing major. A new kid here was caught with cocaine in his suitcase. Say..." Lestrade paused, "What are you doing here?"

"Adopting," Sherlock's nose twitched.

"Don't you even think about it, Sherlock."

"Think about what?"

John just smiled jokingly at Lestrade, "Just keep the powder away from him. Can we go in?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

They headed in the orphanage. Inside, nothing seemed at all out of the ordinary.

John was first to approach the front desk.

"Uh," he cleared his throat, "We're looking to adopt."

"Adopt? Why, nobody's come here to adopt in many months! This is good news! Follow me."