#been wtiting like a fiend for the last three months and seem to be running low of gas again

[rainintheevening]

Salutations, hope you're having a nice day/night! For the ask game thingy could you do word: sneaky and fandom: ooh BBC Sherlock please? Thanks!

Rosie rubbed her hands together for a moment, like Uncle Sherly did when he was excited, before realizing even that faint rasping might give her away. She was good at being sneaky; she'd picked Mr. Lestrade's pocket two days ago, and Uncle Sherly had beamed at her so proudly, she'd felt warm from head to foot. But catching her father off-guard was another matter entirely.

Sometimes Dad wouldn't notice her until she had an arm around his neck and she was kissing his cheek and taking peppermints out of his jacket pocket—and sometimes he'd say, "Put the knife back, Rosie," without looking up from his laptop, and before she'd even finished wrapping her fingers around the handle.

Now the sweet, rich smell of warm chocolate cake reached her nose, and she crouched lower on the stairs, ready to spring.