Eliza held, or at least, attempted, to hold her fathers hand as they walked through the halls of the houses of parliament, but he kept moving his hand away, so she held onto the side of his jacket, her young 6-year-old mind amazed at how large the place they were exploring was. Sherlock Holmes cleared his throat as they reached a large door, allowing her to take his hand finally, Eli tilted her head up to look at her dad with matching blue eyes, her own black curls cascading around her shoulders. She watched as he lifted his fist to rap at the door three times, sighing in impatience. A tall woman- not as tall as her father, mind- opened the door, glancing up from the phone she was tapping away on, "Oh, hello. Sherlock." She sighed, "He's expecting you."
"Of course he is." Her father replied snappily, walking past her, dropping Elizas hand. Eli looked up at the woman, blinking, she wore a suit, which she kept periodically smoothing. The womans gaze dropped, as if suddenly sensing the small child there, "Oh" she said, "You must be Eliza, yes?" she said, but didn't wait for a reply, "I'm.. Veronica" she smiled, hankering down on her knees, "Today, anyway." She sighed, "How are you finding it? Living with Sherlock?" Eli deliberated for a few moments; living with her father was fun, especially when he wasn't on a case. Her mother had recently been admitted into Rehab, so she had been sent packing to the father she never knew. "It's.. good" Eli finally murmured, pulling her coat tighter around her. She looked like a miniature Sherlock, black, long coat, and navy scarf, which she'd insisted on him buying. She liked looking like her dad. Veronica nodded, going back to her phone, "Great, great. And John how do you like hi-" the lady was cut off by Sherlock entering again, "Anthea," he began.
"it's Veronica Today," she said, haughtily, standing up to her full height.
"right, I don't see what it matters to me." He sighed, nonchalant.
"what do you want?" she demanded.
"I'm going on a case, Mycroft is taking charge of Eliza, take her to him." Eli blinked, her daddy was going? She walked over, tugging on his hand, in silent refusal. He knelt down, so he was just a tiny bit taller than she, "I'd let you stay, but I cant risk it, okay?" he said, showing emotion for once.. he'd not done that since the day she'd turned up, "you'll stay with my brother- your uncle- He'll take care of you, it's only for a few days." He nodded, "I promise." He leant forward, planting a soft kiss on her little, confused forhead, before elegantly rising and walking out. Eli turned to Veronica, who was waiting patiently, before taking her hand and leading her into the office, coming knee-to-face with a large man, clutching an umbrella, "Eliza Holmes," he said, in a booming, drawling voice, "Pleasure to meet you." He smiled. Eli nibbled her lip, "you too, sir" she squeaked, earning her a chuckle, "Please, I'm Uncle Mycroft, or just Mycroft, if you wish." He patted her head, "Anthea-"
Anthea – or veronica, this was beginning to confuse Eliza now – cut him off with a slight glare, and he nodded in remembrance, "Sorry," He corrected himself, "Veronica, do you think you can get us a table for dinner? Perhaps the Ritz?" She nodded quickly, pulling out her blackberry. Uncle Mycroft turned to Eli again, "My dear, im quite sorry about your.. predicament, but I assure you, whilst my brother is away," there was something about the way he said 'my brother' that told her he didn't particularly care for his brother, her father, "I shall make your stay quite, enjoyable." He smiled, offering his hand after – anthea? Veronica? – announced their table would be ready in twenty three minutes. Eliza took it nimbly, and walked with him, watching him swing the umbrella as he walked. He led her to a car, and waited for her to get settled before he himself got in.
The journey lasted about ten minutes, which meant ten minutes of chitter-chatter, him asking things like; "what's your favourite color?", "have you started school yet?", "what toys do you like?", "Do you read?". Eliza politely answered each and every one, finding herself warming up to Uncle Mycroft. Sherlock didn't take as much interest in her, so it was fun to have somebody to talk to. Lady – because that was what she was calling her now – coughed slightly when the car drew up, alerting them to the fact they had arrived. Lady got out first, followed by her uncle, who helped her out the car. Eliza childishly held up her hands, in a demand to be carried, and he looked wary, but gave Lady his umbrella, and hoisted Eli into his large arms. She grinned. She was going to enjoy her stay with Uncle Mycroft very much.