Robin was sitting on the couch, watching a Crime drama. She looked terribly bored. Sherlock walked past her and dropped a book into her lap.
"What's this?" she asked, glancing down at it.
"A book, obviously," the detective said, not looking back at her, as he headed over to where he had been conducting an experiment with different blood types.
"No, really? What's it about?" Robin grumbled.
"You've honestly never heard of Harry Potter?" Sherlock looked at her in disbelief.
"Heard of it, yeah, but it looked dumb. I'm a Twihard," Robin said, pointing at her t-shirt.
"Read it. I'll bet you ten pounds you'll love it," Sherlock said, "And speaking of Twilight. You've been wearing that 'Team Edward' shirt for the past three days."
"Well... I ran away so I packed light," Robin said, crossing her arms over her chest, looking a little embarrassed, "And you won't let me leave this house! Take me shopping and I'll wear different clothes!"
"Fine, let's go," the detective said, leaving his experiment to grab his coat.
"What, really?" Robin blinked in surprise.
"Your clothes are beginning to offend," Sherlock said, "If you don't have anything else to wear then we'll have to go shopping. JOHN! WE'RE GOING SHOPPING!" Sherlock yelled up the stairs.
"For groceries?" John asked, coming down the stairs.
"For clothes!" Robin said excitedly. John's face fell.
"No," he said, glaring at Sherlock.
"Yes," Sherlock replied simply.
"Sherlock, no," John shook his head.
"Yes, John, we need groceries anyway and you have more knowledge of girls' clothing. You have a sister," Sherlock said.
"Exactly!" John said, "I got dragged around for clothes shopping before and I don't really want to relive it."
"Then you can handle the groceries primarily. I just want you there in case I need help," Sherlock said, "Come on."
Sherlock hailed a cab as the left the flat.
"I didn't get to look around much while I was searching for Baker Street," Robin said. John was holding onto her wrist lightly. It was a natural reaction to having a child. He didn't want her not seeing a car and getting run over. Sherlock glanced behind them when they climbed into the cab. They were being followed by someone. For once, Sherlock hoped that it was Moriarty. If it wasn't, he was a little afraid of who it might actually be.
It wasn't a long drive to the shopping center. Sherlock got out first followed by John who helped Robin out. Robin looked around excitedly.
"You have bigger shopping centers in New York don't you?" John asked.
"Uh, yeah, duh!" Robin said, "But I've never been to a European shopping center, so it's exciting!"
"Speaking of that, did you have your currency converted when you arrived here?" Sherlock asked.
"I'm not an idiot! Of course I did!" Robin said, but the mild insult to her intelligence didn't bother her for long. She looked around some more. "London is really beautiful..."
"I thought that America was the 'greatest country in the world,'" Sherlock said.
"It is!" Robin insisted, "I'm just saying London is really pretty. The building are so cute and old fashioned."
"Some of the buildings are older than America itself," John pointed out.
"Seriously?!" Robin looked shocked. Sherlock laughed.
"You are so blissfully ignorant of the world outside New York City, aren't you?" he said.
"What can you expect?" Robin asked, pouting slightly, "I've lived in New York all of my life. Don't pick on me!"
"Sherlock, I'm going to get the groceries. If you have problems with the clothes you can text me," John said. Sherlock was once again left alone with the daughter of Jim Moriarty. He still had the feeling of being watched. He had to make sure. He sent a quick text..
"Is that you? -SH"
He didn't want to arouse suspicion so they carried on to the junior's department. Robin looked through the racks of clothes and was disappointed.
"Where are all the graphic and music tees?" she asked.
"Since you're living with me, you're going to start dressing like a young lady," Sherlock said as firmly as he could.
"I'm behind you. -JM"
Sherlock didn't immediately turn around. Despite her ignorance and the insufferable idiot tone of her voice, Sherlock knew that Robin Gale could not be an idiot. So he waited it out, walking around the rack of clothes until he was facing Jim.
"So what, do I have to wear like dresses and stuff now?" Robin asked.
"You can still have your t-shirts," Sherlock said, "Don't you want to wear something nice for when you eventually meet your father?"
"So I'm actually going to meet him?" Robin's brown eyes lit up with excitement. This seemed to encourage her shopping.
"Whatever you pick, keep it practical," Sherlock said, "Remember that London can be very cold and wet."
"Yeah, yeah," Robin muttered, looking through the clothes, "What color does my dad like? I really like royal blue. Do you think he would like that? Ooh... but I like candy apple red too..."
Sherlock looked at her like a deer in the headlights. He had absolutely no idea what to say. He pulled out his phone.
"Molly, can you do me a favor? Meet me at the shopping center near St. Bart's in the girls' clothing section.-SH"
Molly had actually been shopping herself, which was convenient. When she got the text a very puzzled expression came to her face. She walked towards the clothing department and sure enough amid the brightly colored clothing stood the dark figure of Sherlock Holmes, looking increasingly awkward. Molly saw the little girl who was going through the racks of clothing, chattering away. Sherlock walked over to her.
"Molly, thank god," he said, taking her hands in his, "Can you please help this girl pick out some clothing? She's been rambling on about colors that I've never even heard of! What on earth is a 'dark ultramarine?'"
Molly hid a smile. She couldn't help it. Seeing Sherlock all flustered was just about the cutest thing she'd ever seen in her life.
"Sure, I can help," she said, "Who is she?"
"Her name is Robin," Sherlock said, "She's temporarily in my custody."
Sherlock led Molly over to Robin who sort of peered at her suspiciously.
"Robin, this is my friend Molly. She's going to help you pick out some clothes and try them on, would that be alright?" Sherlock asked.
"You're not going to leave me here are you?" Robin asked.
"Of course not!" Sherlock said, "I'm just not very good at helping you, so Molly is going to do that. I'll be over in the next aisle." Sherlock was grabbed by Jim around the corner.
"What are you doing here?" the detective hissed, "Are you trying to expose your daughter?"
"No... I just... wanted to be sure she was alright..." Jim said.
"I told you I would take care of her. Unlike you, I'm not a huge liar," Sherlock said.
"I'm sorry..." Jim said, looking nervous and worried. Sherlock looked down at him and sighed. It was hard to be angry with him when he looked so pathetic and was worrying about his only child.
"It's alright," he told him, "But you need to leave. You've seen she's safe, we'll set up a time for you to meet her. You do want to, don't you?"
"Mmhmm..." Jim nodded his head. His face was slightly flushed and he looked at the floor.
"I can't thank you enough," Jim whispered, "You never have to worry about death threats being sent to you ever again. I'll neutralize them all. Thank you..."
"You're welcome..." Sherlock responded.