Domesticity//Johnlock

2- Behavioral Abnormalities

Finally posting this lol. Enjoy!

About a week later, John was reading the paper in his armchair. The flat was empty other than him and Rosie (Lestrade had summoned Sherlock again), who started crying after waking up from a nap.

John stood up with a tiny grunt and speed-walked over to his daughter in the next room. She was red-faced and frizzy haired, but immediately lightened up when she saw her father.

"Hey, there, darling," John smiled, picking her up and out of her crib. "Shhh, it's okay..."

Rosie didn't cease her cries, but she did seem to calm down a bit, now only whimpering. John took her over to his armchair, where he sat down and held her in his lap.

Bzzzzzzz

John pulled his phone from his back pocket cautiously, making sure not to disturb Rosie's comfortable position.

I'll be late for dinner.
P.S. Lestrade will need another ID, try to remind him not to be so annoying next time you see him.
-SH

John chuckled at the text, but couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that Sherlock wouldn't be there on time. He'd been hoping he could read to him what he had so far on his next article for the blog (Sherlock's criticisms were never in the least bit nice, but John appreciated the sentiment and occasional helpful comments).

Don't be ridiculous, John. He's off being the star of the show, no need to mope over it.

John relaxed on the chair and set his phone on the arm of it. Rosie was calmly resting against him now, babbling some nonsense and grasping John's shirt.

"All right, let's get some food in you, eh?"
Rosie clapped in agreement.

•~•~•~•~•

"-painfully obvious, Lestrade."

Greg rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, we're not all bloody geniuses, alright?"

Sherlock, pulling out his phone, replied: "Yes, well, I didn't expect you all to be idiots, either."

Greg gave him a look of disapproval, to which Sherlock chuckled.

"Don't look so glum, Gordon. If anything, I'm teaching the Yard how to do their jobs properly."

"Don't pretend not to know my name."

Sherlock gave him a faux look of offense. "I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to be late for dinner."

Greg contemplated his words for a moment before making an offer. "Me and some of the boys were about to head over to a restaurant nearby, you can come with us."

Sherlock didn't even look up from his phone as he replied. "No, I promised John I'd eat with him and his daughter."

Lestrade didn't respond, he just let a sly smirk appear on his face.

Sherlock, not sure why the other man wasn't saying  anything, looked up at him curiously to see him looking smug.

"Why are you doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"That thing with your face, it's annoying."

"I'm not doing anything with my face," Greg defended. "I just think it's funny is all."

"Funny? What's funny?"

"You and John. You're like a... an old married couple or something."

Now it was Sherlock's turn to roll his eyes. "You and your theories, Lestrade."

"I talked to Mrs. Hudson, she thinks the same thing."

"She makes it well known what she thinks."

"You're not disagreeing with it."

Sherlock just looked back down at his phone. "I should be going. Goodbye, Gary."

"DAMN YOU, SHERLOCK!"

•~•~•~•~•

The door to the flat opened.

John, who was currently spoon-feeding Rosie her dinner, didn't even bother asking who it was (he recognized Sherlock's footsteps).

"You steal Lestrade's ID again?"

"I thought I already told you that," Sherlock pointed out, coming into view of the kitchen.

"I know, I just... maybe you should give it back."

"Oh, he won't miss it. He's been flirting with the lady who reprints them, anyway."

John sighed. "Well, I made chicken and asparagus, if you're actually planning on eating."

Sherlock observed John's half-eaten plate of said meal.

Truthfully, Sherlock wasn't very hungry. He'd eaten some breakfast and that was all he felt he needed. But he didn't want John to worry, of course. The man had a tendency to make sure Sherlock was actually getting food into his system ("you're supposed to be Sherlock Holmes, not a malnourished dog.") and would stop at nothing to ensure it.

"Sure," the detective agreed, taking a seat across from John and next to Rosie, who was in a high chair. "Anything interesting?"

"I should be asking you that," John quipped, "you've been out solving crimes."

"You know Lestrade's cases are all boring."

John chuckled and gave Rosie another bite of her food, which she graciously accepted.

"Well, then, if you want, I've got plenty of cases in our inbox, you can choose one that interests you."

Sherlock sighed (a little over-dramatically) and straightened his posture in his seat. "Already looked through them, boring."

"Oh, come o-"

"I require things that actually require my intellectual acuity, and even Anderson could solve some of those."

Rosie spoke up with a noise, demanding more food. John complied as he spoke. "Well, Sherlock, I don't know what to do for you, then."

He expected a whiny response from the detective, perhaps a snarky remark. But what Sherlock said was unexpected, to say the least.

"We could just... stay in and rent a film."

John looked up, a sarcastically doubtful look solidifying in his expression.

"You're serious?"

"Mmm, yes."

"You want to watch a movie?"

"Do you need a hearing aid, John?"

"Sherlock Holmes wants to watch a movie."

"Yes, do try to keep up."

John, though still bewildered by this request, took a moment to give Rosie another bite of food and said "All right, then."

Sherlock nodded, and John spoke again.

"You're not going to predict the ending, are you?"

"Oh, you know I will."

John gave Sherlock a look of disapproval, but the detective was just smiling smugly.

And John couldn't help but smile, too.

Chapter Two! What did you think?
Thanks for reading and happy quarantine lol❤️

**********

April 3rd, 2020