"Dadda!" shouted Ruby from her highchair. It was 7:38am on a cold winter morning and Sherlock was attempting to feed his 2 year old.

"Nearly done!" said Sherlock from the kitchen. Ruby wasn't quite the linguist Sherlock had expected her to be at this age but after John insisted 2 year old only tend to speak around 50 words, Sherlock gathered he would have to wait a few years to be able to have a proper conversation with her.

"Dadda! Ma Juice!" shouted Ruby stretching out her chubby fists in excitement. She had kept her main features from birth. She still had Sherlock's eyes and hair but otherwise, she definitely resembled Evie.

"Yes coming Rubes" said Sherlock walking over to the table. He spent the next 10 minutes trying to get the toddler to swallow the mushy banana pulp he had prepared.

"No!" screamed Ruby, pushing the spoon away from her face.

"Ruby eat it, come on…"whined Sherlock, "The human brain doesn't function properly without the correct nutrients." Sherlock's words were hot air as Ruby was distracted by the figure walking up the stairs.

"Ikkie Johnn!" shouted Ruby; she clenched her fists out tightly, waving her arms in the air at him, signalling for a hug. John saw that Ruby was in the process of eating but Sherlock had given up, he nodded and John scooped the child up.

"What are you up to today Ruby Rubs?" Asked John, tickling the toddlers rounded yummy.

"Ruby has nursery and hopefully I have something coming in from Lestrade" Answered Sherlock. Ever since Evie left, John had sort of become Ruby's second parent or at least close Uncle, at the beginning he had a much clearer idea of how to raise a baby.

"Dadda, Juice" Asked Ruby politely, Sherlock obliged and handed her the beaker. As Ruby quietly drank away, John put her back in her highchair and then gestured to Sherlock to join him in the kitchen.

When the door was almost closed John began, "On the way over here, something odd happened, I swear I was being followed."

"What? By whom?" asked Sherlock.

"Well I don't know that part Sherlock, but I definitely was. I was just wondering if this was anything to do with you?"

"No I don't believe so" Said Sherlock,

"Anyway, just be careful, especially when with Ruby" said John, Sherlock rolled his eyes which ended the conversation. Sherlock returned to the living room to find a rather grumpy toddler, she knew when she was being excluded and didn't like it.

Sherlock looked at his watch and realised the time. "Right come one Angel" Said Sherlock, picking up Ruby and taking her into her bedroom. "Time to get dressed!" Ruby giggled delightfully, Sherlock didn't expect she knew exactly what he was saying and was picking up on the tone of his voice more than anything but it was still very endearing.

"Look, you need to put your trousers on" said Sherlock, trying to slip Ruby's jeans on. The toddler was giggling with amusement at her father's distress. She flailed her limbs around in the air, her legs narrowly missing his face.

"You are a nightmare you know" he protested but Ruby just giggled obliviously. As he pulled a jumper over her head her thick dark curls sprung free. They were wild and thick like Sherlock's and a pain to brush.

"You done yet?" asked John as he poked his head round the door. Sherlock was trying to wrestle a sock onto a kicking toddler's foot.

"Umm…yeah..Almost done" said Sherlock, he grabbed her foot and rammed the second sock over her toes before she could squirm free. "Right" said Sherlock standing up; he quickly caught his breath again before straightening his jacket. "Ready. Let's go"

Sherlock shut the door behind them; he hailed a cab whilst clinging onto Ruby's chubby hand. As they arrived at the nursery, Ruby was greeted by a member of staff before being taken into the play room. She quickly waved goodbye before running off to play.

As John and Sherlock climbed back into the car Sherlock added, "I need to go to the morgue, coming?" asked Sherlock, John nodded and the taxi pulled away.

Molly Hooper was working that day. She was examining the body of a woman who had died the night before from an unidentified cause.

"Sherlock, what are you doing here?" asked Molly as the tall figure walked in.

"I need to check something, my microscopes not working at the moment, Ruby decided it would look better covered in jam" stated Sherlock, he removed his coat and sat down.

"So, how is Ruby?" asked Molly as Sherlock began to organise slides.

"She's fine" said Sherlock again; he wasn't in the mood to talk so Molly turned the conversation to John.

"How is everything?" asked Molly to John as she gestured at Sherlock.

"Fine, I think. Nothing really gets said" John said. Sherlock had never spoken a word of what happened or what was said when Evie left. He had only ever spoken of her departure 4 times since the event and every time it had clearly been too painful to carry on.

Evie had arrived in London only a few hours ago but was already explaining the situation to her control.

"The organisation is coming. Their coming for us, our whole organisation could be jeopardised by this. Their coming for me"

The man sat opposite her shifted slightly in his chair, "we've been watching them, the criminal minds, and you've followed or shot a considerable number of them"

"I know that" snapped Evie. "but the fights not over, and they've changed their tune, too many have died and now they want something back, some people might call it 'revenge', their coming to destroy everything, everything the British service stands for, their coming for me and their coming for him to" said Evie. This statement caught his full attention. "Every single person I've killed, the people you sent me to 'deal with', have friends, friends that are now our enemies. They want my head for this, and his…and hers."

At that moment the phone on his desk began to ring, the man sat silently for a few minutes listening to the voice at the end of the telephone. He finished the conversation and pulled the phone down.
"You were right, it's already started 7 of our top agents and assassins have been found dead in different locations in the UK and Europe, 2 already in London."

"And hundreds more will die if we don't do something." Said Evie. "Their targeting everyone, one by one, its obvious want they want surely?" asked Evie.

"I understand, yes" the man said, "go and get it then"

"You don't get it though, as soon as I get involved it becomes so much more dangerous"

"I understand that perfectly, but something needs to be done, and that seems to be the only way. What else can we do? Wait until they get hold of it?" said the man.

"Fine" finished Evie. "But he needs to be told first, and I'm not going to do it" the man stood, straightened his waistcoat, took his umbrella which was resting by his desk. Evie stood and joined him. "I refuse to be involved in this Mycroft." Stated Evie, she began to walk away but Mycroft added,

"Well then Miss Miller, if you are not involved, then I can insure you, they will both be death by tomorrow" Evie turned like a shot to face him.

"Fine, but I am not telling him"

"Fine" finished Mycroft. "I will"

Thank you for reading and I hope you like it. This is the sequel to 'Sherlock and Evie', Maybe check it out?

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