Shadow bound- -Rosie Watson- -

chapter 9

Rosie was in a cleaning spree since six that morning. She started in the kitchen, hiding Sherlock's grotesque experiments behind milk jugs, egg cartons and other groceries that shared the fridge with body parts. Once she deemed the kitchen spotless she moved to the sitting room, down the hall, scrubbing the bathroom and then she found her work was done. It was not too difficult as her dad kept the flat fairly clean.

She really hoped things are going to end well with Will. She knew Sherlock would probably find something wrong with him and convince her dad to make Rosie stay home and never see him again. They'd have uncle Mycroft watch her on surveillance to be sure she doesn't hang out with him at school. Her mind ran around like a chicken with its head cut off. She slumped on the couch, it was eight in the morning and all her family had yet to wake up. 

Rosie needed to occupy herself. She could get dressed, but she knew she had time. She could watch the news, but that gets depressing. still, she surfed the tv channels, settling for morning cartoons. She enjoyed them quite a bit after Hamish made her sit down with him and watch together every morning on the weekends. They both enjoyed the Jetsons and Yogi Bear. Two classic cartoon shows her father even watched with Hamish as well. 

"She'd have cleaned the entire flat by now, John. trust me," She hear Sherlock say as he and her father walked in.

"Blimey, your right!" Her father exclaimed, "Rosie you did all this?"

"No dad it was the cleaning fairy." She replied, not looking away from the tv screen. 

"Rosie, you must calm down! you have no need to be worried if you believe this is a good boy," Her father countered. 

She sighed, "I trying to calm down- I just need to eat something."

She got up without another word and speed-walked to her room. 

She got dressed in an old blue turtle neck sweater and a knee-length pelted grey skirt. She slipped on her socks and shoes and grabbed her purse. As she walked out to the door her dad stopped her.

"Where are you going?" He asked arms crossed, giving her a skeptical look.

"To the store, we are out of bread and - erm Hamish is out of the juice he likes."

"Sherlock, could you check the fridge?"

"What? ah- dad, come on."

Sherlock called from the kitchen, "We have bread," her dad shot her a look, "Hamish is out of juice."

Her father sighed, "Alright, go on."

She started out the door and just as she was about to leave the flat her father yelled after her, "You better come straight away home after."

"I will don't worry," She yelled back.

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she was finishing up at checkout when she hears someone call her name.

"Rosie, hey!"

"Oh, May. hello how have you been," She smiled.

"Pretty well, it's been ages since I've seen you."

"I know, it's a shame. We should meet up sometime."

"We should, are you free later today?"

"oh no I can't today, but otherwise I should be free whenever."

"Great I'll text you then, see you around Rosie."

"Good seeing you May," Rosie smiled.

"Likewise."