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Lestrade walks into the flat after a knock and a pause (he stumbles too many times on John and Sherlock making out in the living room!) The guys were fortunately more careful now that Rosie was older!
Speaking of Rosie, she was presently alone in the room using Sherlock’s precious microscope.
“Hey kiddo! How are you?”
“Great uncle Gerald!” She winks, knowing perfectly well that his name was Greg.
“Superb, Josephine!” The grey-haired man smiles at her. “Should you play with that equipment, Rosie, it’s quite expensive you know!”
She turns on the high stool she was sitting on and looks at Greg with a ‘You are kidding me, right?’ glare and replies with authority “I am not PLAYING!”
With a serious face, Greg excuses himself “Sorry then Ro’… I didn’t want to disturb your work.” Greg was now able to read the quote on her t-shirt and found it really fit her. ‘Though she be but little, she is fierce!'
“Shakespeare. Midsummer’s Night Dream.” Rosie mumbles out of the blue.
“What?”
“You were reading the quote on my t-shirt!” She rolls her eyes.
Oh… there’s two of them now! Thanks God John is on my side!
Discreet steps entered the room followed by a thrilled, “UNCLE MYCROFT!”
“Greetings darling Rosamund… Gregory.”
Three of them! I am doomed… Greg thought, Bugger!