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- The Beatles
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- Sidemen
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- Talia Mar
- Marvel
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Song: Best Mistake
Artist: Ariana Grande
Post TFP
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It had been a few months since John moved back into 221b with Rosie and Sherlock couldn't of been happier about it, he finally decided that after years of silence and hiding his true feeling he would confess to John just how much he meant to him. He knew this could ruin their friendship if he didn't feel the same but what else did Sherlock have to lose at this point? This couldn't be any worse than him faking his death for 2 years, could it? He knew he couldn't just admit his feelings straight away so he had a whole day planned for just them two, but to their luck it didn't go the way Sherlock planned.
At about 6am that same day, the famous criminal Neal Caffrey arrived in England and his only mission was to find Sara. The love of his life who had left him 4 years ago to live a new life in London. He had been faking his death for nearly 3 years at this point and he knew he was going to ruin that if he went to find her but he didn't care, he wanted to find her. He knew he couldn't do this alone, there was no way he could. So he decided the next best thing was to get someone's help, more specifically John and Sherlocks. He had a whole plan for them to help him but he just had to pray they'd help him, I mean this isn't a case Sherlock would normally take.
John put on his jacket then knelt down in front of Rosie who was sat in his chair, she was playing with a toy rose that Molly had gotten her a few months back but was distracted by John now inches away from her.
"Now Rosie, daddy and uncle Sherlock will be back later. You behave for Mrs Hudson, okay?" He told her gently.
She smiled at him and nodded before wrapping her arms around his neck and holding onto him tightly, almost like she didn't want him to go.
"Okay daddy has to go now." He told her as he tried to get out of her grip.
"Rosie, why don't we wave to them out the window. Would you like that?" Mrs Hudson asked her as she picked her up to which Rosie nodded shyly.
"Thank you so much Mrs Hudson, me and Sherlock really appreciate this."
"It's my pleasure, you two needed some time to yourselves recently. Now go, enjoy yourselves."
He gave her a small smile before placing a small kiss on Rosies head and rushing down the stairs, he saw Sherlock stood by the door putting on his coat and he made his way to the bottom of the stairs to join him.
"Is Rosie okay? Was she crying? Should we leave her? Will Mrs Hudson be able to look after her?" Sherlock worriedly asked John.
