"Molly dear." Lily Hooper hugged her daughter as she entered the house.

"Hi Mum," Molly smiled and returned her mother's hug. "I brought the kids." She said, breaking the embrace after a moment. Lily's attention then turned to her three grandchildren. Molly's smile grew wider and she entered the house.

"Hey! Molly!" Her older brother, Robert exclaimed.

"Hey Rob. Hey Kat." Molly waved to her sister-in-law.

"Hi Molly."

"Aunt Mowwy!" Neal cried, wiggling out of his mother's embrace to go hug his aunt.

"Hi Neal!" Molly picked up her nephew. "How are you?"

"I'm good. I'm getting a wittwe sister!"

Molly looked at her brother and sister-in-law. They nodded.

"Congratulations!" She smiled.

"Yes, it's wonderful, isn't it?" A new voice said.

Molly stiffened a little, but regained her composure and set Neal down.

"Hello Regina."

"Molly."

Molly and Regina Hooper had never gotten along.

Seven years ago when Regina had gotten engaged to Peter Tyler, she had just gloated over the fact that she was getting married before her older sister. Molly had distanced herself from her family that year.

And she was so happy she had. That year she had met Sherlock and his older brother.

"Is Mycroft with you?" Regina asked, knowing full well what the answer was.

"No, he has business in Vienna." Molly replied as calmly as she could.

"What a shame…did his assistant go with him?"

"Regina," Robert said warningly.

"It's alright, Rob," Molly said before turning back to her sister. "No actually, she has the weekend off. It's her boyfriend's birthday on Sunday." Regina fell silent. Molly would never admit this to her sister, but she was sad Mycroft wasn't there. He didn't know her family as well as Molly would've liked, but his job kept him busy.

This had worried Molly when the kids were younger. She didn't want them to grow up without their father around very much. Luckily this was not a problem. Mycroft had worked this out when Molly was pregnant with their first child. Whenever he had to go out of the country, which was quiet often, he would simply take his family with him. That way if whatever he had to do was of the utmost secrecy especially to prying eyes, it would just seem like Mycroft Holmes was on a family vacation. However, sometimes, such as this case, it was not possible. Molly didn't mind too much, he was only going to be gone a couple of days and the kids liked spending time with their grandmother's.

Mycroft and Molly had three children. Chester Basil Holmes was the oldest at six. He looked very much like his father, but his eyes were Molly's. Vivian Guinevere Holmes was next at four, she was almost the spitting image of her mother, but had her father's nose and brains. The youngest, Cassandra Eleonora Holmes, was two. Cassandra looked very much like Molly when she was younger.

"So Rob, Kat, have you thought of any-" Molly started, but her phone went off. "Sorry." She said, rising to her feet and exiting the room.

"Hello?"

"Molly."

"Mycroft what is it, what's wrong?"

"I need you to go home. Take the children and go home. Anthea will arrive shortly after and she will explain more. That's all I can say right now. I'm sorry."

"What? Mycroft-" But he had hung up. Molly was sorely tempted to just ignore him, but she knew that would be a mistake.

With a sigh, Molly reentered the living room. "Mum, I'm sorry, but I need to go."

"What? Why?" Lily demanded.

"I don't know, to be honest, but I just got a call from Mycroft. It sounds important."

"Why did we have to leave Grandma's early?" Chester asked when they got in the car.

"Chess, I told you, I don't know. Your father called me and asked me to go home."

"But I thought Papa was in Vienna." Vivian said.

"He is. That's what worries me."

There was no more talking for the rest of the ride and twenty minutes later, they reached their home.

The familiar black car was already waiting.

Molly helped her children out of their family car, and into Mycroft's business car. Anthea was sitting, texting on her phone.

"Anthea, what is this all about?"

Her husband's assistant looked up from her phone. She glanced at the kids before answering. "I can't tell you now."

They reached Heathrow Airport about half an hour later. Anthea led the family to Mycroft's private jet. Once they were inside, Molly ushered the children into a small bedroom for their nap. Once they were asleep, she rejoined Anthea in the lounge.

"Now, what is this all about?" Molly demanded.

"I don't know." Anthea replied. "I just got a text that said 'Bring Molly and co. to Vienna –MH' that's all I know. Try to rest, we'll know in two hours." Anthea went back to her phone.

Molly tried to take her advice, but her mind wouldn't rest. Finally, the plane touched down in Vienna and Molly hurried to the back to wake up her children.

"Come on," She said, shaking them gently. "We're going to see Papa."

This got Vivian and Chester up, but Cassandra still just wanted to sleep. Molly chuckled and then picked her youngest daughter up. The four followed Anthea off the plane and into, yet another, black Mercedes.

"Papa!" Vivian cried upon entering the car. Mycroft was sitting by the window and Molly could tell something was wrong, but he smiled when he saw his children. Chester was the next in the car and he crawled into the seat across from his father. Vivian and Chester immediately started rambling about school as Molly took the seat next to her son. She then gently set Cassandra, still asleep, in the seat next to her and fastened her seatbelt. After a few minutes Molly felt her eyelids grow heavy, but she forced herself to stay awake.

"How much longer?" Chester yawned, leaning against the window.

"Another forty minutes, I'd say." Mycroft replied. Within the next ten, Chester and Vivian were out like lights.

"Mycroft what's going on?" Molly demanded as soon as she was sure her children were asleep.

"This is just a precaution. Nothing is wrong…yet."

"What does-"

"Molly, please, I don't want to talk about it here." He motioned to the children. "I'll tell you more later."

No more was said for the rest of the car ride.

Molly woke with a start as the car pulled into the driveway.

"Are we here?" Chester asked groggily.

"Yes, son, we are." Mycroft replied.

Molly gently woke up her daughters and the family exited the car.

Upon entering the house, the five were greeted by a butler.

"Thank you for waiting, Franz." Mycroft said. "But I think we're going to go straight to sleep. So you may retire as well."

"Very good, sir." The butler nodded, and then turned to Molly. "Welcome to Vienna, Mrs. Holmes." He offered her a kind smile, which she returned.

Once she got upstairs, Molly put her children to sleep immediately.

They were asleep before she turned their light off. After words, Molly went straight to her room.

Mycroft was already in bed reading.

"What is this all about?" She asked.

The elder Holmes looked up at his wife. "Molly, it's late, why don't we all try to sleep and I shall explain all in the morning."

"Mycroft, you prom-"

"Dearest, I've had a very difficult day. I would much prefer to reveal all after a good night's sleep."

Molly sighed. "Oh very well."

"Thank you."

The pathologist went into the bathroom and changed quickly. As she climbed into bed she suddenly realized how exhausted she was.

"Tired?" He teased.

"Be quiet and turn off the light." Molly groaned. Mycroft laughed softly and hit the light switch

Molly felt his arm wrap around her. "Goodnight dearest."

"Goodnight love." She yawned.

A few minutes later Molly was on the brink of sleep when she heard glass breaking and a scream.

Cassandra's scream.

Without a second thought, Molly jumped out of bed and ran to her children's bedroom Her husband was right behind her.

But it was too late.

All three children were gone.

Woo! New story! Hope y'all liked it, I'll try to post chapter 2 soon.

~Kate