Prologue
A small woman of 5'5 walked down the endless hallway. Her black long hair was tied in a simple braid and her bangs framed her face. Blue eyes darted around the hall looking into rooms until she walked very quietly into the study. "Well it seems Alex and my cute little Izzy aren't in here. Looks like lunch will be skipped for them. Oh, look at the time I must go feed Joel!" The young mother walked out while counting to three. Once she mouthed three she heard little feet move fast out of the room. "Mummy wait!" A little boy's voice rung out. She turned to see her 4 year old Alex holding hands with her 3 year old Izzy. The oldest ran and with every step his black curls bounded and his brown eyes looking at her with uncertainty. His younger brother the more outgoing of the two had his light brown hair cut just above his lovely blue eyes. She held her step until her boys come next to her and they proceeded to walk to the kitchen. There stood a man in a fine made suit with a baby boy of one with dark brown hair and grayish eyes. "Mycroft I thought you were in America for the peace talks?" He turned slowly and gave little Joel to his wife of four years. "Well my intel told me you will begin a job you never told me about, now Anabelle why did I have to hear about this from someone and not from the main source hmm?" Anabelle walked around the table and looked at her older boys. They moved slowly to the table and pulled themselves up onto the chairs. She then placed Joel into his highchair. She gave the two boys there sandwiches and sat down net to Joel to give him his bottle. Looking at her husband she stated low, "Well I need something to do while you're gone and the boys are off at school and daycare." Mycroft looked at her with suspicion but he knew she hated being inside for long periods of time. He sighed and asked, "Where will you be working?" Even though he already knew he wanted her to feel special. She smiled wide and answered, " 's!" He nodded and looked to his older sons. "How has school been going? Are there any complaints I must deal with?" His older son Alex looked at him shyly and said lowly, "I'm top of my class and mummy help me get the school to allow me to skip some grades so I'm a 3rd grader now and I cause no problem for my teachers. Also all the boys in my grade level and older treat me very nicely even when they ask me to sometime wear girl clothes and call me Alexis, daddy." Mycroft looked displeased and pulled at his mobile; sending out a quick text most likely about the boys who treated him like a princess. He then moved his eyes on Israel (His nickname is Izzy). "And you Israel how is school going?" Izzy looked at his father and stated very git like, "Well like brother I moved up but only to 2nd. Also I'm in junior league for the majority of sports. The only thing I hate is I'm not a starter even though I'm better than most of the starters…the only reason he won't put me as a starter is because mummy wont sleep with him; what every that means. All the other mummies are doing it! But mummy said she would never sell herself short when she is perfectly happy with where she sleeps now." Mycroft went red in the face and pulled his phone out fast and send a lengthy message mostly likely about Izzy's coach. Anabelle was blushing and told the boys to go play. Mycroft sat down across from her and stated coldly, "Why didn't you tell me right when this problem occurred?" She looked at her husband sadly and said, "Because a long time ago you told me I need to learn how to take care of the boys when you're not here." Mycroft looked stunned by having his own word against him. He nodded and grabbed her hand holding it tightly. "No one must know of you or the boys. Caring is not an advantage." He told her as if it was a promise. She nodded sadly and stood up when Joel started to become fussy. Mycroft took the boy out of her hands and said softly, "Never the less Alex's birthday is in two days. We must celebrate. One only turns five once in their lives." Anabelle smiled wide at how thoughtful her husband can be. She could safety say he has never missed one of the boys' birthdays and it seemed he wasn't going to start soon.
-MAROON HOPE-MAROON HOPE-MAROON HOPE-MAROON HOPE-MAROON HOPE-
Anabelle was so very excited about her first day at 's. She was taking over head pathologist and her best friend who she hadn't seen in seven years was vice head of the department. She walked into the icy morgue and saw a woman with brown hair pulled up into a high ponytail. "MOLLY LOLLY!" Anabelle exclaimed. Molly looked up from the body she was working on and looked at the source of noise. She looked a taken back but recovered fast and cried out, "Anabelle melballa!" The girls both giggled and embraced each other but minding Molly's hands that were in gloves covered in blood. "What are you doing here Ana?" Molly questioned while she finished her report. "Well you know just becoming head pathologist for your hospital…" Molly looked up fast with some much happiness one would think she had just won the lottery. Anabelle laugh at her and was about to say something when the morgue's doors slammed open to reveal a tall man with black curls much like her little Alex's and a shorter man with blonde hair cut short as if he was in the military. "Molly I need to see Mr. Chance's body." Said the tall one. Molly began to stand when Anabelle pulled her down. "Molly who are these men?" Anabelle looked at the two unimpressed. "Well that there is Sherlock Holmes and him there is John Watson." Anabelle stood and walked over followed by a pleading Molly hoping Sherlock wouldn't say nothing mean but the odds were against her and Sherlock stated, "Early 20's, single mother but still loves her ex-husband, because of the ring on her necklace. Became head of the pathologist department today despite having not worked in a few years most likely from children, yes she has kids most likely boys. Molly and her are friends went to uni with one another. Graduated in her teens married young… Molly Mr. Chance's body." Sherlock passed by Anabelle with air of arrogance. "Mr. Holmes you get some of that wrong…" Sherlock stopped mid-step and turned. "What have I got wrong?" Sherlock questioned eyes glaring at her. Anabelle turned and smirked. "Not telling. Molly once you're done with Mr. Holmes we need to talk about our uni days!" Molly nodded and pulled Mr. Chance's body then left Sherlock to go talk with her friend.
"Do you remember when we first meet, Ana?" Molly question.
"Yeah, We were both walking when we just rammed into each other." Anabelle laugh along side Molly.
"Oh, those were good times! Remember when you got Timmy's underwear and posted it on the help board because he made me cry. I never found out how you did that, Anabelle."
"You will never know how I did that and Timmy need a lesson; standing you up to go to a baseball game that's so American. Oh ya forgot to tell you Louis still asks for you. God he is still hung on you and I have to deal with asking, Have you talked to Molly yet? What did you guys break up anyway? You guys were soo cute together."
Molly shifted a little then answered shyly, "Well I didn't want to break up but I thought it was for the best you know I was offered a job here and him in Manchester."
"Oh dear, dear Molly he didn't tell you? You my dear was over qualified for the position you got. They only reason you got it is because Luis was offered the job but he rejected it and put in a good word in for you." Anabelle looked at Molly with such sorrow. Molly looked so lost then asked in a tiny voice, "Why? Why didn't he tell me?"
"You know Luis when he did something he was hell-bent on seeing it though. He was just content knowing the woman he loved was getting the job she wanted. I think you should see him… He misses you not as a man who still wants to date you but a man who wants to be your friend." Molly looked up and nodded then said, "I'll see Luis again. We can be friends. Give me his number I'll call him right now!" Anabelle wrote the number down and watch Molly walk out of the morgue. "I hope they hit it off well after not talking for seven years. Oh ya note to self: bring in Molly's old dancing outfit and get her to try it on!" Anabelle whispered. She was knocked out her thoughts when a sharp bony finger tapped her shoulder and a deep voice stated, "Where did my pathologist go?" Anabelle turned and looked up at Sherlock and stated calmly, "She went out to call her ex-boyfriend!" Sherlock looked close to stunned but as fast as it was there it was gone. "Well I need my pathologist." He stated coldly. Just after he said that Molly walked in with a big grin on her face. "I'm meeting Luis the day after tomorrow! I can't wait to see him. We have some much to talk about!" Molly cried out. "Oh I'm so happy for you Lolly! He is even more handsome then the last time you saw him. If I wasn't your friend or married I would shagged him silly already!" said Anabelle jokily. Once Sherlock hear the girls squeaking he began to walk but stop when Anabelle. "Oh ya Lolly I have your old dancing outfit you know the shirt that cuts off to show off you belly and your short skirt. I'm bring it tomorrow for you to try on and do you still remember our dance routine because the girls want to see you again and what better way than to have our old dance contest!" Molly was quiet for a while but stated very quiet, "Yes I still remember our routine. So I'll do it for you tomorrow if we aren't too busy…" Anabelle smiled wide and start to help Molly on her work so they wouldn't be too busy tomorrow. Sherlock and John left then and Sherlock's interest was peaked and he promised to come back tomorrow to see Molly's dance routine. Anabelle watched the two boys go knowing she had just set up her friend but what was a girl to do when you knew your best friend had a crush on that git of a guy…do nothing? No, you attack full force and let all the pieces fall into all the perfect places. Oh tomorrow was going to be fun.