Nice to Meet Ya (Chap. 2)
"He's here," Sherlock had said, seemingly out of random, though anyone who personally, or even slightly knew the man, would know he'd figured it out through what he calls 'simple deduction'. The same 'simple deduction' that no one but him seemed to be able to do...
It seemed to mearly be a few minutes before the person of whom they had been talking about walked in... Dr. John Watson.
"Good afternoon, Dr. Watson," DI Lestrade greeted the man before him.
Dr. Watson looked at the man, glistening tears still fresh in his eyes.
"Can I see Rosie, please?" He mumbled, tears threatening to start streaming out once again.
A sort of pity began to form in the DI's eyes, he had two girls of his own and had absolutely no idea what he'd do if something like this were to happen to either of them. Sherlock, on the other hand, was still staring at the two. Eyes completely blank of any sort of reaction.
Sherlock may love what he does, but this... This is the part he hates. The part where family members are involved. Too 'sappy' and emotional.
"Of course, if you'll follow me, I can take you to her," Lestrade finally said, after what felt like an eternity.