Chapter seven! This ends weird but will carry over to chapter eight. Thank you for sticking with this story it makes me happy to know you guys like it! Enjoy!^^

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*~Ravenwood316


Greg Lestrade was exhausted. It was a few weeks before his twins' first birthday, he was backed up at work, Mycroft had been in back to back meetings for two months, and John and Sherlock had decided to celebrate their first wedding anniversary by cashing in the plane tickets Mycroft gave them as a wedding present and go on their honeymoon leaving their three children with the Inspector and his husband.

All five children were currently in the nursery playing with the nanny or so he thought when the door opened revealing his older son Rory followed by his cousin Hamish.

"Boys why aren't you with the nanny?" He asked walking over to the two toddlers

"James and Wemy were being mean and we can't find Sherwi." Hamish replied looking up at his uncle as Rory gripped his leg

"Daddy make them stop." The tiny brunette whimpered as he picked them both up and returned to the nursery to find Remy and James crying in the playpen and the nanny running around searching.

"What the heck is going on here?!" Greg demanded being careful not to swear in front of the children even though the triplets sounded like sailors sometimes

"I was watching the children when James and Remy started pulling Lisete's hair. The little miss threw a block hitting her brother in the side of the head before screaming 'homicide' for some reason. When I turned back around the girl was gone and so were Rory and Hamish." The nanny Kate replied fearful of her job now.

Greg put the boys down and looked at the small bruise forming on the side of James' dark head confirming the story of the block

"Homicide was Sherri's first word and if we don't find her it'll be both our heads. While Sherlock and John love their kids equally Sherlock had always wanted a girl and Mycroft had always wanted a niece." Greg told her leaving her to tend to the remaining four kids before searching the house for the small girl.

After searching the huge house from top to bottom Greg was about to give up and call Sally and Philip to see if they could find the girl they had deemed the mini freak when he heard muffled voices coming from the library

Opening the door Greg found Mycroft sitting in one of the many wingback chairs with little Sherrinford sitting contentedly on his lap while the politician read her a few of John's blog posts.

"Aren't you afraid those will give her nightmares?" Greg asked walking over to the pair

"John's posts are a lot more condensed than the case files Sherlock reads to them." Mycroft replied running his fingers through the little girl's curly red hair

"So where was she? I've been looking for her for hours which is why I guess I didn't know you were home." Greg wondered watching Sherri relax into the touch like a cat

"I arrived home an hour ago to find her curled up on our bed. When I asked her why she told me her brother James and our Remy had been mean to her again and she got lost trying to find you.

"So I picked her up and we've been in here since." Mycroft answered putting his phone back in his pocket and standing up holding Sherri close as the quiet girl watched Greg with Sherlock's unnerving ever changing eyes hidden behind his husband's red hair.


A few days later found Greg, Mycroft, Mary, Mrs. Hudson, and the children at the airport waiting for John and Sherlock's plane to land.

"Aren't you three excited? Papa and daddy are coming home!" Mrs. Hudson smiled as she shifted Hamish in her arms as the little boy laughed as James struggled in Mycroft's grasp

"They coming home?" Sherri asked looking up at Mary who was holding the triplets' older half sister Charlotte

"Yes dear Daddy and Sherlock are coming home." Mary smiled down at her. Mary hadn't found out about Charlotte until after her and John had broken off their marriage. The woman had loved John but knew his heart belonged to the dark haired detective and had even given them her blessing.

Once she told John about their baby it was agreed that the doctor would still play a big part in the child's life till Sherlock announced his own pregnancy when she was six months along. Now the two of them were included in everything that happened with the family of 221B Baker Street.


So there they all were waiting for the couple's arrival when Sherri pulls her tiny hand from Mary's and ran forward as fast as her little legs could take her when she saw a familiar black Belstaff trench coat.

"Papa! Daddy!" She screamed happily running straight into Sherlock's waiting arms

"There's my girl! Oh how daddy and I have missed you! Haven't we daddy?" Sherlock grinned at his husband kissing their daughter and handing him the giggling child

"Of course we have!" John laughed as their boys ran over finally free of the hands that had held them back

"How have my boys been? Were you good for your uncle Mycroft and Aunt Geoff? How about your Aunt Mary and Granny?" Sherlock asked pulling the boys into his arms as the others came closer.

"For the last time Sherlock my name is Greg!" Greg snapped as his twin boys struggled in his arms to greet their uncles

"Whatever Greg." Sherlock huffed causing everyone to laugh

"Back to my question, were the children good?" The consulting detective asked setting his sons down and taking his nephews as John shifted Sherri to hold Charlotte as well.

"Gave the nanny hell but yes they were good whenever James and Remy weren't being mean and Sherri wasn't being a mini you." Greg replied as they all left the airport to go out for a family dinner at Angelo's.


After a nice meal at Angelo's where Angelo refused to let Sherlock pay for the meal resulting in a very handsome tip, everyone parted ways and the small family of five returned home to Baker Street. John and Sherlock smiled at each other as they laid in their bed with all three of their children sprawled out across them.

"While I did enjoy Tahiti I did rather miss this. Having our children so close and did you see how big Charlotte is getting?" Sherlock smiled at his husband

"Yes I missed this too and too bad Mary and I didn't work out but at least she's still in our lives." John hummed running his fingers through James' dark hair

"I am sorry about that John, but I didn't think you understood my veiled words. I truly was happy for you and Mary I just concealed my feelings in my speech to mainly give myself closure. How was I supposed to know that you two would get the marriage annulled and that you'd turn up here asking for a proper relationship a month later?" Sherlock sighed pulling Hamish closer as Sherri slept peacefully between her parents.

"Simple when you came back Mary said that she'd be ok if I left her and went after you but at the time I was still telling people I wasn't gay. I never realized how much I loved you till I pieced everything together from your Best Man speech at the wedding.

"I explained everything to Mary who said she understood perfectly so we decided to get an annulment. While I wish I was there more for her and Charlotte I wouldn't trade any of this for the world Sherlock." John smiled kissing his husband before they both fell asleep.


The next few days were filled with birthday party plans and a serial murder investigation which took a toll on both Greg and Sherlock who left the party planning to Mycroft, John, and Anthea.

When the kids' birthday arrived the two families threw a huge party at Mycroft's house who had gone all out to celebrate the first birthday of his twins and his brother's triplets

"I must say Mycroft, I'm impressed." Sherlock told his brother as he looked around at the decorations which included pony rides, face painting, a magician, a petting zoo, and a a train ride.

"Though you do realize all the children present are only a year old or younger don't you?" Sherlock added indicating their combined five children, the one and a half year old Charlotte, and Stella who was Sally and Phillip's ten month old

"Greg wanted the train, I figured that you would have fun telling everyone how the magician did his tricks and why they're wrong, Rory and Remy like ponies, face painting is fun, and John thought a petting zoo would be a nice touch." Mycroft replied as they watched Greg ride the train before laughing.

The party was going well and it was almost time for cake and presents when Greg's phone rang. While the DI was answering the call Sherri ran up to Sherlock and Mycroft bouncing cutely in her green party dress

"Papa! Uncle Mycroft! Make the magic man cry!" She giggled as Sherlock laughed and picked her up

"What do you think brother shall we make the magic man cry?" The younger Holmes asked grinning at his brother

"Afraid making the gardner cry is going to have to wait Sherlock there's been another murder. Sally, Phillip we're back on the clock!" Greg announced as Sherlock sighed and handed Sherri to Mycroft

"Sorry Kitten but papa has to go save London again." Sherlock told her kissing her forehead

"You need to stay here with daddy, uncle Mycroft, Granny, aunty Molly, and aunt Mary. Just don't let uncle Mycroft eat all the cake." He added before kissing John and their boys goodbye and got into the squad car with the others.


When they arrived at the scene Sherlock noticed something different compared to the other murders.

"This one is different!" Sherlock stated as he hopped gracefully out of the car and walking toward the scene with his coat billowing behind him as the others followed. The victim was on her back with two jagged stab wounds on her chest but what caught Sherlock's eye were all the photographs in the nice sized studio.

"Female, late twenties, married but unhappy with her husband's job as a photographer, mother of one, recently moved to London from New York City most likely her husband wanting to return to his country of birth, judging by the stab wounds she knew her attacker seeing as these are on her chest and not her back like the others." Sherlock deduced as he walked around the studio using the photos and the body to prove himself.

"Most likely looking for a man in his early thirties probably has some connection to her husband in which the husband is in danger and needs to be put under protection." The detective concluded turning to the others who just stared before Greg started shouting orders.

While Greg did his job Sherlock looked through the photos till he found one that made him pause. It was a photo he hadn't seen since uni of a younger him, Sebastian Wilkes, and someone he hadn't thought about since meeting John. Looking through the other photos Sherlock found his suspicion confirmed when he heard a voice on the other side of the police tape.

"What do you mean my wife is dead?! I just stepped out to get a new SD card for my camera!" The voice exclaimed distress clear in the familiar tenor. Walking over to the tape Sherlock saw that the man hadn't changed much since their last meeting. Same reddish brown hair, same green eyes, and still one of few people who stood tall enough to look him in the eye.

"Hello Victor Trevor."


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