"Why on earth are you wearing an eye patch?" Mycroft inquires staring at his younger brother and trying to determine if he had finally lost the last of his sanity.

Sherlock glares at him using his one good eye and adjusts the baby resting on his hip.

"I'd rather not talk about it." He says just as Mycroft reaches forward to touch it. Mycroft's hand stills inches from Sherlock's face and falls back to his side.

"Why are you here anyway?" He asks clearly trying to change the subject.

Mycroft looks at Sherlock uncertainly. "May I come in for a moment?" He requests his umbrella twirling slightly in his hands.

Sherlock nods and allows Mycroft into the apartment. They head to the living room where Sherlock's little monsters are busy playing dress up.

"Well?" Sherlock asks rocking the curly haired baby on his lap.

"I have a case for you, one of national importance that is if you are feeling up to it." He adds his eyes lingering concernedly on the patch. "How is John by the way?"

"Fine, we're all fine." Sherlock declares, resisting the urge to sigh and put his head in his hands. Mycroft is always ready to think the worst of people.

"Good" Mycroft replies, his voice full of disbelief.

Sherlock's been dying for a proper case in ages and well, knowing Mycroft he won't get it if he thinks anything untoward is going on.

Sherlock briefly flips his eye patch up to reveal a red eye. "If you must know I got this through certain 'activities' with John."

Somehow that doesn't seem to reassure for Mycroft at all.

"Look if you must know I accidentally got S.P.E.R.M. in my eye, hardly life threatening." He says spelling the word out in the hope that his cubs wont understand.

Mycroft gags on his tea.

"Now what is the case about?"