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"That is...underwhelming," Sherlock mumbled at the sight in front of him.
"Well, what do you want me to do about it? You were the one who told me to pull it out." John grumbled in response.
"It is so small, I guess I just imagined it would be bigger,"
"That is what everyone wants to hear,"
"Just being honest. I really can't understand what all of the fuss was about. It is so SMALL!" Sherlock was about to reach out and grab it, but pulled his hand back when he quickly changed his mind.
"Dammit, if you aren't going to finish the job, then I will." Lestrade grabbed the doll out of the box, ripping open the back to yank out the ticking battery pack. "There! You mo-rons happy now!?"
Sherlock and John stood still in the middle of the aisle of toys. Sherlock was now holding the dismantled dolly in his hands. Lestrade had stormed off.
"That...wasn't very nice," John finally said after what must have been at least five minutes of silence.
"Yes, indeed, not nice at all," Sherlock replied, slightly shocked. The doll now appearing to be cradled in his large hands.
"The doll is pretty pathetic though, doesn't even look like you,"
"I should get one for Molly, one that doesn't have a battery pack,"
"That is definitely creepy," John wrapped an arm around Sherlock's waist. "But enough of that, we have work to do,"