Shadow bound- -Rosie Watson- -

chapter 1

One month has finally past, but Rosie's fathers return had been delayed for a few more weeks. She was upset, sure, though she grew to like Sherlock, despite his constant absence. He was really strange in a good way. He made Ms. H upset at sometimes, like when someone broke in while Rosie was at school one day and broke the handle on the icebox.

Rosie sat in what was previously her fathers armchair, reading Crenshaw, a book about a young boy's imaginary friend that looked like a giant cat. Sherlock had left roughly an hour ago for a case. It was kinda funny that sometimes when he'd return his cloths would be shredded, his face could be beaten up, but regardless he'd assure Rosie he was fine.

Rosie helped Sherlock a little too, around the flat. It was not cleaning or anything, for she was almost positive he preferred it a mess. Rosie accidentally found about his smoking problem, and from what she learned in class, cigarettes could end up killing Sherlock. So every time he would go out Rosie would find his packs and hide them, he had only found them on three occasions so far.

Sherlock ran into the room and went right for the bookcase.

"Sherlock," Rosie asked, "What is it?"

"Don't worry about it, its for a case."

He moved on to the leather couch on the far wall and threw off the padding. When he was done he flew to the mantle and rummaged through the things that rested on it.

"Really?"

"Yes, Watson."

He only called Rosie "Watson" when he was either tired or frustrated with her.

"Are you angry with me?"

"No," He grunted.

She finally realized what he was doing, he was looking for a pack of cigarettes. He was looking in the places she had hidden them before. This time she emptied the box, hiding the empty casing in the skull, but putting the cigarettes in the fireplace in hopes they would be burned the next time the fire was lit.

"Are you looking for the cigarettes?"

He turned to her, "Rosie," She said grimly, "Did you hide them?"

"Yes."

He fell into his chair and looked at Rosie square in the eyes, "Please, Rosie, I need them."

"No! They are killing you!"

"They help me think!"

"So?"

He sighed, "Then give me a hint to where they may be."

"Fine," She said developing a plan, "Hand me your matchbox."

He gave her the small box, and he retrieved a match and stuck it on the side of the box, lighting it.

"What's the hint," Sherlock asked, sounding desperate.

She thews the match into the fireplace. the wood started to burn and catch fire.

"In there," She pointed to the now raging fire.

"Clever as always Watson, though you realize I can just buy a new pack."

He reached in his trouser pockets for his wallet.

"Rosie? where is my wallet?"

"I gave it to ms. H."

"Why?"

"Because she won't give it to you if she knows you are just going to buy another pack. you wouldn't dare lie to ms. H."

"Clever girl," He sighed falling into his chair, "Do you want any takeaway?"

"You don't eat."

"But you do."

"I already ate, and if you haven't noticed it is one in the morning."

"Is it? what are you doing up?"

"Reading, up until a few minutes ago that is."

"Don't you have school tomorrow?"

"My holiday starts tomorrow."

Not only a few weeks ago her father had gotten her into a new, closer school. Also, homeschooling was much more difficult than a normal school.

"Damn."

"what is it?'

"I can't be here tomorrow."

"You leave me alone a lot, what makes this any different?"

"I leave you alone for a few hours at a time, not full days."

"Then I'll stay with ms. H, or Molly even, it's her off day tomorrow."

"I suppose, now off to bed with you."

"But Sherlock-"

"No buts, you burned my last pack."

"Fine," She got up, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

(Y/n) climbed into bed and fell asleep.

The next morning the called Molly to see if she could spend the day with her, and she said it was alright. Molly was bussy the past few days, so her break seemed to Rosie, well earned. Rosie was going to meet her at Speedys, the cafe downstairs.

she quickly got dressed and walked to the main room. Sherlock was asleep in his chair, clutching an empty cigaret box. she laughed to herself before walking down to say goodbye to ms. Hudson.

She waited outside of the shop for a good ten minutes till she could see Molly walking up from down the street.

" Molly!" Rosie exclaimed hugging her godmother.

" Hello Rosie, how have you been?"

" Better lately, where are we going today?"

" I was thinking we could check out this new cafe that opened up not too far from here."

" Sounds great!"

molly hailed a cab and gave the cabbie instructions on where to go. Rosie looked outside the cab window at the passing people and buildings.

they arrived at a cafe outside of the China town. The two walked in and took their seats.

"so Rosie, how's life with Sherlock?"

" It's kinda funny, I started hiding his cigarettes again, he had a fit last night."

"at least he is getting better."

"yeah."

"Anything else, how's the new school?"

"School is okay I still haven't made any friends though. "

"It's only been a few weeks, things are bound to turn around."