Danger, Sherlock and Mycroft came down to have lunch with me again today (with every hope of avoiding any criminals with outstanding warrants this time).
It wasn't just me who wanted to see them, though...my Superintendent (yes, the one Sherlock has custody battles over me with) also wanted to see them all, after their heroic efforts to help a police officer in the line of duty...
Normal six year olds, when meeting someone like the Super, would probably hang onto your hand because they were a little shy, or in awe. Sherlock hung onto mine in a clear show of ownership. I'm half surprised he didn't just stick a leash on me and a sign that said 'Property of S. Holmes'.
Anyway, the Super chatted to the three of them (I tried to stay out of it) and Sherlock gave some rather graphic descriptions of events, whilst Mycroft looked like he'd quite like to hide from the flailing-armed octopus Sherlock had become by trying to act out everyone's part of the incident at once.
At the end the Super congratulated them all and presented Mycroft and Sherlock with Scotland Yard ID cards (not police warrant cards - just the plastic cards we use in the building) - that had their ranks as Sergeants, and where the photo should be a little gold star. Which was...unexpected, and really nice of him.
Sherlock still says I'm his DI though. No debate. And said he'd help me catch other murderers.
He was also very upset that the card doesn't actually operate the electronic doorlocks in the Yard, or allow him to arrest people. I've tried to explain it's a security issue, but now he's a sergeant he knows best...just like Sally. Heh. Obviously comes with the rank pips.
Mycroft looked slightly embarrassed. Easy to forget most 13 year olds would probably find that pretty cool - but most 13 year olds aren't as mature as Mycroft. Still, he said thank you very nicely, of course.
John just looked jealous, because he didn't get one...