Distasteful Profession

Silent treatment

Sherlock got a text right after lunch ended. He jumped up out of his seat and walked out of his office. As he passed, John stood to ask him where he was going, Sherlock grabbed his shoulders to sit him down before kissing him on his forehead. "Side case, John. I should be back for dinner," He said before muttering an, 'I love you,' and walking off, leaving John to his work. Just in case, John texted Sarah And rescheduled the dinner for that Wednesday night. Surely he would be on good behaviour then?

John had prepared almost everything for their dinner with Sarah that Wednesday, the one that John really didn't want to do. He texted Sarah to ask if she had to cancel, and to his dismay, she didn't. So, this is how he was meant to go: having dinner with his on/off deduction king boyfriend and his side chick. Surely, Sherlock would have had to notice something. Her breath, her one misplaced hair follicle, her perfume? John was sweating like a pig, he was so nervous. And, to make it worse, Sherlock hasn't returned yet. He still had to get Rosie presentable.

Sarah knocked on the door and John picked up Rosie and walked over to the door to let her in. "Hey, Who is this cutie?" Sarah asked, picking Rosie from John's arms. It took Rosie a second to register in her mind and when she did, she didn't like it. She screamed bloody murder. waving her hands to John. "Awh! She doesn't like me~?" She asked, handing her back, rather quickly. "No," John said, beginning to bounce Rosie on his hips to calm her down to no avail, "She's really not like this, she's only ever done this to Sherlock's brother in law, that's all." He said, looking at Rosie worriedly. "I'm sure once she gets to know me, she'll love me; almost like a second mummy!" Sarah smiled, almost genuinely, but something in the room faltered. John imagined what Sherlock might have done if he were there. He would've probably taken Rosie to play aeroplane on his feet or give her, 'Squee-hugs," as he scoffed something under his breath about Sarah. But, he didn't do that; he wasn't there.

"Da... Ada...?" Rosie asked, tilting her head. "No - mum," Sarah said. John placed Rosie on the floor for her to crawl, roll, and waddle around, seemingly aimless. "Ada...!" She giggles and John looked over at her from where he was in the kitchen to see her pointing at a picture of Sherlock when he was a child. She was reaching for the item and was almost able to grab it before Sarah gently pushed it back, away from the child's touch.

"Don't Break it, dear." She said, her voice sounded soft and motherly, but Rosie definitely could beg to differ as she reached up and grabbed Sarah's earring. Sarah froze in her spot and began saying John's name in a desperate attempt to be rescued. Rosie was on the verge of tears as she muttered, "Ada," and lost balance. The young toddler fell on her bottom, pulling Sarah's ear down with her. Sarah let out a shrill shriek as she fell to her knees. "John...!" She shouted and John finally looked to her there on the floor, still as the child has her wrapped around her fingers, literally.

John pried Rosie off of Sarah and placed her in the playpen, where she screamed and cried, and had a toddler tantrum with no other words but, "Ada," and, "Squee," Soon enough, she cried herself to sleep and Sarah and John had dinner, no longer waiting for Sherlock to get home, John just assumed he was getting high right then, which really disappointed him.

"You know, when I got invited to dinner by your flatmate, John, I kind of imagined him to be here when the dinner takes place..." She said, chuckling. The evening went very awkward. Until John's phone rang. He excused himself from the table and answered it.

"John-" the voice said, but John cut him off, "Where the hell is he?!" He shouted. Sarah watched from the table, then over to Rosie stirring in her playpen. Sarah stood up and walked over to look closer on her, make sure she didn't have nightmares. She then noticed something. "How can I be calm?! Lestrade, I last saw him Monday afternoon! Tell me how I can be calm!" John shouted. He sighed and hung up angrily. "I'm sorry, but I need to go. Sherlock got stuck on a case and needs my help." Sarah smiled. "So, I do get to meet the lucky man who has claimed the heart of the man I've fallen for?" She asked, over-dramatically. "Ada...!" Rosie said as she jumped up and began to bounce up and down, holding onto the side of the pen as she still needed balance.