John Holmes formally known as John Watson sat in his favourite arm chair at 221B Baker Street, where he and his husband, Sherlock Holmes now lived . the flat was more or less in the same state that it was in a year ago when they first moved in. the only difference now was that there was currently a four month old baby girl living there as well.
Briana Holmes was the four month old girl. The girl resembled her father in many ways; she had his black curls, pale skin and was extremely thin. From John however she inherited something Sherlock hoped she would. His eyes. Briana had inherited John`s eyes.
Sherlock was currently asleep. His daughter had kept him on his toes as she, like him, got bored. Very easily!
No one besides John's family and Mrs Hudson knew about Briana's existence, but neither where permitted to tell a sole about her as the couple didn't want Mycroft finding out! Sherlock especially. And also because there was a group of people from the last case the pair had worked that wanted Sherlock dead and they would do anything to ensure that he ended up that way. Sherlock and John couldn't risk putting Briana in that much danger!
Suddenly the doorbell rang! John quickly picked up little Briana and carried her to the bedroom that he and Sherlock shared. John was worried about who it was. If it was a member of the Holmes family Briana wasn't allowed to be seen. But John was worried about if it was a member of the group. He knew he was probably just paranoid but he wasn't putting his daughter in danger.
Sherlock heard the door open and was woken up hurriedly by John. Sherlock deduced that something was wrong, very wrong by the look on John`s face. The fact that John had come in and purposely woke him up really worried Sherlock as John was always happy when ever Sherlock decided to sleep as apparently he was sleep deprived. But sleeping was dull. Also he had brought their daughter another bad sign.
"Briana, we`ll be back in five minutes, okay?" John told her before leaving the room, with Sherlock in tow.
"John what the hell is going on?!" Sherlock asked John as he was dragged into the living room.
Sherlock quickly scanned the room, looking for whatever it was causing John to act that way. When he found nothing he turned to John with a confused look on his face. John was about to reply when a knock on the door beat him to it. Sherlock put his finger to his lips signalling for silence. Sherlock picked up the pistol which was on the dusty mantel piece. Cocked it and held it so it was pointing at the door.
"Sherlock open the door" the voice of Greg LeStrade. John breathed a sigh of relief and Sherlock lowered the gun but did not put it away.
John opened the door to reveal Greg LeStrade wearing a grey suit, black tie, black polished Italian leather shoes and a white shirt.
LeStrade went to say something but was cut off by a cry from another room. Sherlock sighed knowing that LeStrade would ask questions and he would want answers. Sherlock thought over every possible lie he could tell but he couldn't find a suitable one that would fit, so LeStrade would have to know the truth.
"Explain" Sherlock said to John, which earned him a puzzled look from LeStrade. Sherlock put the gun back on the mantel piece. And with that he left John to tell the story to LeStrade whilst he went to get his little girl.
When Sherlock re-entered the room with his now smiling daughter balanced on his hip. LeStrade seemed to understand where Briana came from. John took his daughter of Sherlock and kissed her forehead. The four month old gurgled in response.
"Okay, now you know about Briana you have to follow one rule". John said knowing he could tell LeStrade calmly or Sherlock could threaten him, so John knew that this was a better option.
"What's that?" LeStrade question.
"You can`t tell Mycroft".