The room was quiet and dark, the blinds had been pulled down and all you could hear was the hum of activity from outside of the closed door. The eldest Holmes was sitting on the chair next to the hospital bed deep in his mind palace and the girl next to him was sitting up asleep, yes you read right she was sitting up asleep. Mycroft guessed, now looking back at it, that her body was used to knocking her unconscious when she refused to go to sleep.

The door opened with a creak and Mycroft immediately opened his eyes to see the slither of light throw itself across the room. Seconds later the head of his assistant came around the door and then she stepped into the room. The genius got up with a smile and walked towards her "Anthea" he said with a sigh of relief and the girl threw him a goofy grin "it's good to see you too sir" she then stroked his arm and gestured to his tattered outfit "I brought you a new suit" Mycroft grinned "I really need to give you a raise" Anthea chuckled at that. All of a sudden there was a hacking cough and the pair turned round to see Griffin leaning forward practically bringing up a lung. As soon as she finished she just sat back up again and stared blankly at the wall in front of her. Mycroft ushered Anthea into the corridor outside "I think i'll need you to reschedule my appointments for the next week, I'll be working from home"

"Certainly sir" his assistant nodded "may I ask why" Mycroft sighed and rubbed a hand over his face "do you know who that girl is" he said pointing to the room

"yes sir" Anthea nodded "I was debriefed by Lady Smallwood on the car over"

"Well I just spoke with a social worker half an hour ago, and she said it will take around a week to place her in a foster home that's able to deal with trauma victims. She said she would place her in a capable orphanage for the time being or she could stay in the hospital, but seeing what I've seen in the past 15 hours I don't think that's wise."

"ah I see. well that's very kind of you sir"

"It's the least I could do" the iceman said looking towards the hospital room, a second later he walked in and Anthea followed.

Mycroft looked to the bag his assistant had brought in and raised an eyebrow "its a suit for you, a spare change of clothes for griffin, your laptop, emergency phone, the Dunmire papers you had to look at and most importantly..." an umbrella was magically pulled out of the bag and handed to her boss. "ahh yes" he said as he stood in his classic pose with his most favoured accessory. "looking more menacing by the moment sir" Anthea smirked. Another cough came from the bed and again both government workers looked towards the occupant. "She's been like that for the past three hours" Mycroft stated as he sat down on the chair next to her "she hasn't said a word, the doctors said its some form of coping mechanism considering all that she's been through" Anthea looked thoughtful for a moment before she stepped towards her boss. "Do you mind if I try something sir? I've seen it work on a lot of agents with PTSD"

"go ahead" he said as he gestured to the assassin. Anthea stepped towards the bed and took some earbuds out of her purse. She placed the earbuds in Griffins open hand "can you put those in your ears for me" Anthea asked and without blinking the girl on the bed did as she was asked. Anthea turned to her boss "you have music on your phone don't you sir?" Mycroft saw what Anthea was getting at. He got his phone out, plugged the earbuds in and pressed play. The pair sat in silence for a few seconds until "what song did you put on?" Anthea asked her boss as she sat on the end of the bed "blackbird by the Beatles" he smiled sadly as he remembered when he used to play the song on the piano with Euros and Sherlock. "Good choice sir." Anthea whispered as she put her hand on his shoulder, she knew Mycroft Holmes better than anyone and knew what that song meant to him. It took about a minute before the life came back to Griffins eyes. She blinked a few times and pulled one of the earbuds out of her ear before turning to the iceman. "Back with us?" Mycroft asked as a smile pulled at his lips. "Looks like it" she replied as she sat up properly.

The three of them sat there talking for a while, well Mycroft and Anthea did most of the talking, and when it turned one a floppy haired detective came strolling in with an infant Watson in her carrier"I gave John a break with Rosamund" the younger Holmes said as he came to stand by the bed " I thought I might give you a chance to go home and change"

Mycroft thought about it for a moment then looked towards griffin "I'll be fine you've got work to do anyway"

He sighed and hesitantly stood up "fine but you have to promise not to threaten anyone with chair legs while I'm gone"

"Awww Mycroft" Sherlock moaned from the corner of the room where he had put Rosies carrier down "you take the fun out of everything"

After Mycroft and Anthea had left Sherlock walked up to the end of Griffins bed and fidgeted as he struggled to get his words out. "I... I wanted to say thank you, for saving my brothers life. I've only recently realised what an arse I've been towards him, it would've been ashamed if he had died before I had a chance to rectify the mistake."

Griffin looked up and stared Sherlock in the eye for the first time since he had met her "you don't need to thank me" she said seriously "with the amount of blood that's on my hands I shouldn't be thanked for not taking someone's life" the pair sat in silence for a moment before Sherlock added "the fact that you recognise that means you aren't as bad as you think you are"

"I hope so" she whispered.

Before the conversation could carry on the carrier in the corner of the room started rocking and the beginning of a crying fit could be heaWqa Sherlock swiftly moved over to where Rosie was and picked her up "hello there little one" he whispered, he started rocking her but she didn't quiet down. After a few minutes he lifter her up so he could smell her nappie and carried on rocking her "I don't understand" he whispered mainly to himself "John fed her before I left and her nappies still clean"

Griffin fidgeted in the bed looking slightly uncomfortable for about a minute before she opened her arms and shyly said "give her here" the detective hesitated for a moment not sure whether he should trust the girl, there was the voice of Mary just behind him that sweetly said "go on Sherlock, I trust her" so the detective carefully handed over the tiny Watson and watched as the teenager adjusted the little girl so she was laying on her shoulder. Griffin started to rub her back and Rosie stopped crying. "See" Mary said before disappearing. "How the hell...?" Griffin smiled a little as the tiny girl smuggled closer to her neck "we all have a energy" she said as she leaned back on the pillows "she misses the feminine energy... She misses her mum."

"How did you know?" The detective said sadly "Euros... When I was at Sherinford she used to come and talk to me, liked the company I suppose."

"I'm sorry my sister put you through all of that"

Griffin laughed "I've had a lot worse done to me than that, in fact it was a pretty nice break from all of the craziness"

It was about half an hour later when Mycroft and Anthea walked back into the hospital room. Mycroft stopping immediately after seeing Rosie laying on Griffins chest and Sherlock sitting in the chair next to her tapping away on his phone. "Brother?" Mycroft questioned and Sherlock immediately replied "Rosamund wouldn't stop crying and Griffin managed to calm her down" he stood there for a while but eventually the iceman nodded and moved further into the room with his assistant following behind him.