Greetings Earthlings! Just a fun little drabble I wrote in like five minutes.

Warning: Set post season four, so minor spoilers for the series.

Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock. If I did, I doubt people would cry as much.

And on that note: enjoy!

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"No, John."

"Oh come on, mate!"

"I refuse."

"It would be hilarious."

"Exactly."

"Rosie would love it."

"Rosie's 'loving it' doesn't mean much. She is an eighteen month old who gets excited over moths."

"And, apparently, has a better sense of humour than you."

"I'm not doing it."

"Why not?"

"It would be humiliating."

"Like you haven't done worse."

"That was for a case!"

"And everyone you knew saw you. How is it different now?"

"Because I reject the idea of partaking in a holiday that was previously about demons and spirits – so, nonsense – which has now been adapted for the sole purpose of making Mars. Incorporated money."

"You forgot about Nestle."

"Oh, piss off."

"Mycroft says you used to love Halloween."

"Well Mycroft's a pompous arse, isn't he?"

"I heard you went as a pirate for seven years running."

"Shut up."

"Come on. Do it for Rosie and me?"

"No."

"Really?"

"...oh, fine. But no one else is to hear about this."

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John walked into the bedroom where his daughter lay asleep in her crib and smiled down at her. "See?" he asked, softly enough that he wouldn't wake her up. "I told you I could get Sherlock to dress up on Halloween."

In her sleep, Rosie shifted, and if he hadn't known better John would have sworn she was smirking.

As the doctor walked out of her room, he felt a grin spreading across his face.

Ah, it was going to be a good day.

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See ya!

-Unconscious Again