"Being an Uncle is like being a dad when their father is not present."-Unknown

*Mycroft gets to babysit Nevaeh. Some trouble ensues, but they realize they have some things in common in music, and Nevaeh teaches him how to have fun. Sherlock is on a case and gets separation anxiety from his daughter. John and Molly help him through.*

Enjoy!~

(I have some important Author Notes at the end. Please read them for future scheduling for this month.)

Nevaeh never took her off her necklace. Not in the shower, not when she was sleeping, and not when she out of the flat. It always hanging around her neck, the locket itself hanging over her heart. He would often see Nevaeh just look at the locket, or staring inside of it or twiddle with while she was reading. Sherlock didn't realize how special it was to her.

But to he, It was the most precious thing anyone has given her. It was so special, no one would ever take it away. It was a good, constant reminder that her adoptive father really cares for her, and that was something she will treasure. Not just the locket, but her father's words and actions.

As well, Sherlock was the same. He realized he couldn't realize living without a child like Nevaeh. She was a kind, gentle but shy angel that God supposedly gifted him as a time to settle down and start a family. He changed before he knew it afterwards. Wanting to spend as much time with his adoptive daughter, only having so much time before she becomes a young adult.

He had already missed her baby and toddler years -though it was never his fault, he didn't even think of children yet- and he wasn't going to miss anymore. Sherlock wasn't as much dangerous cases anymore, having to decide between them or his daughter, and of course, with no hesitance, he picked Nevaeh. Having more human emotions made him so odd. It was like he molded into a different person, thanks to Nevaeh, and he wouldn't regret it. (And neither would his friends, apparently.)

Though, sometimes, some cases could not be prevented and he was needed.

Sherlock gave an exasperated sigh. Not even his parents could watch Nevaeh while he was gone. He had to go on a very important case, and he couldn't skip it. He tried asking Mrs. Hudson who couldn't after her sister went to the hospital, John was going to help him, Molly was doing post-mortems. and Greg was going with them on the case itself.

Facing defeat, he dialed the last number he thought he would ever entrust his daughter with. Mycroft Holmes. In logical sense, Mycroft was in the government, he could keep Nevaeh the safest out of all his friends and unfortunately, himself. He had to admit that.

The phone picked up.

"I am in the middle of something." Mycroft answered, his voice strained.

"What's more important than me, brother?" Sherlock asked sarcastically, deep voice filling his brothers ears.

"Sherlock, you have 5 seconds before I hang up on you." Mycroft hissed.

"Fine, I was wondering if you would like to babysit Nevaeh." The younger Holmes said flatly. There was silence between and then a big sigh. "Why can't your friends watch her?"

"Because all of them are busy!" Sherlock spat, "I had already called them before you. Why do you think I called you?"

If Mycroft was hurt, he didn't show it.

"Why not take her yourself?" Mycroft scowled. He could see the face Sherlock was making, and even he knew that his own question was stupid.

"Are you daft brother? She's a child for goodness sake's! Besides," Sherlock's voice was quiet, almost a whisper. "There are corpses. I am not letting her see such things...until she's older."

Mycroft smirked, but then sighed, "Fine, I will do it. When are you leaving?"

Mycroft could see the smile from the other side, "Tomorrow morning. I will pick her up later at night. I will inform you more tomorrow." Sherlock replied.

"Tomorrow." The older Holmes said firmly. With that they hung up. Oh dear, this was going to be an adventure tomorrow.

Sherlock heard a click and sighed. He pocketed his phone, and letting his fingers run through his curly hair. Mycroft. His brother, babysit Nevaeh. That was the last thing he wanted to do, but he the last choice.

Maybe it was a good idea to call him. That way so Mycroft can get the feeling of being an uncle. Mycroft doesn't have emotions. Sherlock fought with himself.

Groaning at the thought, he went into the kitchen to make tea. After making a cup of tea, he heard Nevaeh's foot steps echo into the kitchen. He sipped his tea and waited for Nevaeh to come into the living room.

Neaveh came back with a glass of water and a biscuit, her sterling necklace dangling while moving. She could see her father's nervousness. "Something wrong?" As she sat down, placing her cup of water on the coffee table and biting her biscuit.

Sherlock sighed, "I may have to be on a case tomorrow and I'll be gone for the rest of the day." He saw Nevaeh tense. She swallowed thickly, "Where will I go?"

"Your Uncle Mycrofts." He murmured. Nevaeh's face actually lifted up, "Oh." She said, not really seeing what was wrong. Sherlock looked at her with surprise, "You're not upset?" He asked.

Nevaeh shook her head and shrugged, "Well...he's my Uncle, I might as well get to know him..."

"But, he's not your everyday average Uncle...you do realize that?"

"Yeah...I heard he's called the iceman?"

Sherlock nodded in agreement, "He's a government official, he has to keep his reputation high. Though...I suppose if your okay with it...then everything will be fine."

"Anything I should know about him?" Nevaeh asked. Sherlock thought for a moment and then smirked mischievously. "Just annoy him."

Neveah giggled, "Yes sir!" She gave him a salute.

Sherlock chuckled at his daughter's actions, still wondering how he was gifted with a child like her.

Mycroft sent a car for Nevaeh to be picked up from their flat. She was all ready. A long-sleeved T-shirt and some jeans to with, and a book at her side, just in case if she got bored. It was already 8:45AM

"Are you sure you don't want me to come?" Sherlock asked her, sounding incredulous. Nevaeh nodded her head, "The Scotland Yard is the opposite where Uncle Mycroft lives, you should just go straight here to the yard."

"But I can come with you. John and Greg can wait." Sherlock almost made a pleading voice, but Nevaeh shook her head. "Daddy...I'll be fine. It's only going to be just for today, right?"

Sherlock stopped and nodded, "Fine..." He complied.

Nevaeh grinned, "Good! The faster you get to the Yard, the faster you can pick me up."

Sherlock still looked hesitant at the girl's words, but nodded in agreement. He knew his brother would never put harm on his daughter, but the thought just terrified him, though he would never show it.

A knock came.

Sherlock opened the door and saw the Car driver. "Excuse me Mr. Holmes, I am looking for Nevaeh Holmes?" He asked, his voice mannered. Nevaeh popped her head out from behind Sherlock and smiled crookedly, "That would be me."

"Ah Miss Nevaeh, a pleasure meeting you." The driver smiled. "I am Arthur. I will be driving to your Uncle's estate. Nevaeh raised her eyebrow. "Estate?" Sherlock chuckled, "He is part of a government official."

Nevaeh shrugged. "Yeah, okay, make sense."

"If you would be so kind and follow me, Miss Nevaeh." Arthur gestured to the black car out, in front of their flat. Nevaeh looked a bit hesitant, enough for Sherlock to notice. He crouched down and kissed her forehead, "Be good. I know you will." He smiled.

Nevaeh turned and hugged him around his neck, "I will. I'll see you soon." She whispered into his ear. Sherlock nodded and they let go. With that, Nevaeh followed Arthur to the car. The driver opened the door for her and then closed it once she was in. He was already in the drivers seat and rolled down the passengers seat for Sherlock to see him.

"I assure you Mr. Holmes, that she will in capable hands." Arthur commented to Sherlock. He nodded, "I trust your judgement. Thank you." Arthur gave a curt nod and drove off.

Sherlock closed the door and sighed. This was going to be a long day. He wanted to be excited to solve crimes, but ever since becoming a father, all he wants to do now, is spend time with his daughter. Sherlock knew he would have to solve this case in order to spend more time and also protect her.

Having only to take a shower, and get ready, he would be off to the Scotland Yard. He gave a huff of riddle like anxiety and annoyance and went to the washroom to get ready for the new case.

The drive wasn't very long, perhaps maybe twenty minutes to get there. The scenery however was nice. When they had gotten to the estate, there were lovely statues and bushes along the road.

The road led to a mansion sized home, with bars surrounding the home itself. Nevaeh's eyes widened. "Wow." She breathed. Arthur chuckled, "Yes, it's quite the beauty isn't it?" He said to her, looking at the rear-view mirror. It was true. The house was very old, but kept in mint condition thanks to Mycroft.

"This is...his home?" She asked, looking right at him. Arthur nodded, "Mr. Holmes takes very good care of this house. Your grand-parents and your father visit sometimes. But, you should see the inside. It also hold beauty as well."

Nevaeh nodded, but she was still astonished on how beautiful it was on the outside. She couldn't imagine what it looked like on the inside.

Eventually, the car stopped right in front of the doors to the mansion. Arthur quickly unbuckled his seat belt and opened his door, swiftly opening Nevaeh's door before she could.

"Oh, thank you." She showed gratitude by smiling at the driver. "Please, allow me to open the door for you as well. Mr. Holmes will accompany on the third door to your right." He had said, giving her a curt smile.

Arthur opened the door and let Nevaeh in. She immediately saw rugs running from every direction. She nodded to Arthur who nodded back and closed the door. Third door, to your right. She could hear Arthur's voice echoing in her head.

She walked past some doors, also passing more statues and even armored knight. She looked at it for a few seconds. 'From the 16th century.' She presumed. It was fascinating. Nevaeh had read of those in her history books, back in her boarding school.

Nevaeh looked away and walked to the door she's been looking for. She glanced in just in case if anyone was occupying it. And it was indeed occupied...by Mycroft. He was turned away from the door. She could see his auburn hair above the chair he was sitting.

"Nevaeh, dear, didn't Sherlock tell you that stalking someone is un-lady like?" A voice said, taking Nevaeh completely off guard. She almost fell, but composed herself when she walked in.

"Didn't know if anyone was in here." Nevaeh said.

"I see." Mycroft started, "Why don't you sit down."

Nevaeh walked slowly to the other seat right across from him, and sat down. She saw that he was reading a newspaper. Instantly she saw a picture of Sherlock right in front of the camera, and by what she could tell, he was not happy.

"So, I presume you haven't seen the newspaper?" Mycroft asked, not bothering to look at his niece's surprised look on her face.

"I well...no." She said, still looking at the front paper.

"Oh, your child innocence is so nice." Mycroft sighed, putting down the paper onto his lap. Nevaeh raised her brow, looking puzzled. She knew that Mycroft was very much smarter than her and Sherlock, but she also knows that Mycroft can be a bloody git.

"Care for some tea?" Mycroft asked.

"I well, um...sure." She stuttered.

"How much milk and cubes of sugar?"

Nevaeh looked at him, "I don't put milk in my tea." Nevaeh stated. Mycroft raised his brow, "Is that so? Do you not drink black tea?" He questioned. Nevaeh felt like she was being interrogated. "No sir, black tea is not very healthy for me. I drink herbal, specifically Red Rasberry Leaf. Which has tannins and helps with my anemia." She explained.

"You are quite smart." Mycroft remarked, folding his hands. Nevaeh noticed that his posture was stoic and mannered, confident as well. His leg elegantly on top of his other, while her stance was the opposite of him. Her hands were shoved between her legs. Her back was straight but he could tell that she was feeling nervous. And the book was right next to her.

And Mycroft questioning her with a sharp tone wasn't getting easier.

"I shall you get you some then, unfortunately I do not have any in my home right now." He concluded. Nevaeh looked at him with a puzzled look, "You don't have to do that, I can just have water."

Mycroft shook his head, "Nonsense, you may have your tea." smirking. He brought out his phone and texted his assistant to pick up some tea for the young girl. He nodded firmly to no one particularly but himself when he got an immediate text back.

Nevaeh didn't know if she was being made fun of, or he's trying to be nice. Maybe both.

She still kept a quizzical face on. Mycroft sighed, and sat up straight. He cocked his head a bit to the door and raised his brow, "Would you like a grand tour?" He asked.

"Oh-um, sure!" Trying to sound like she hasn't been staring off into space -but Mycroft could tell- and stood up, walking to Mycroft who waited for her at the door. Nevaeh let Mycroft lead while she followed, and continued down the hall.

Sherlock came unannounced to the Scotland Yard and into Greg's office, where John and Greg himself were there, already looking at the papers. John looked and smirked, "Look who finally showed up."

"Shut up." Sherlock said bluntly before looking at papers and reading them over, his eyes skimming quickly.

"So how's Nevaeh? Do you miss her?" John asked smugly. Sherlock rolled his eyes, "John, this is a case. This is very irrelevant to the task at hand." Though secretly, he was missing her. He wondered if Mycroft was being a big git, or actually not looking down at her.

"Right, my apologies." John remarked.

Sherlock ignored him and continued reading the papers. "When was this?" He asked.

"4 hours ago." Greg responded.

"And the body?"

"Molly is examining it. That's where next you need to go. I'll be looking more of these pictures and papers."

"Good." Sherlock replied, already out the office, striding through and passing the other offices. John managed to catch up to him. "Who's babysitting Nevaeh?" John asked.

"Mycroft." Sherlock said bluntly.

"You serious?!" John asked incredulously. Sherlock stopped at glared at him, giving him an obvious face that clearly said: I would have not told if it wasn't true' Sherlock then kept walking until he was back in the lab where Molly was looking in a microscope. John followed suit, still baffled.

"Molly." Sherlock greeted. The petite woman jumped a little, head jerking to Sherlock and John. The pathologist chuckled nervously, obviously shaken from the intruders.

"Nice to see you too." She said.

Sherlock nodded and cocked his head towards the zipped body from the corner. "I am here for the body."

"Er, yes!" She exclaimed quickly. She rushed to the body, letting Sherlock and John follow behind.

Nevaeh walked behind Mycroft as he explained every artifact that was in each room. And to clear, Nevaeh was fascinated to learn the past of the artifacts lying in this mansion. They're weren't a lot of rooms Nevaeh expected, but all the rooms were decorated and clean.

Mycroft even showed her the workout room. Nevaeh looked around the room and saw some yoga balls, a treadmill, and weights. "Why do you need them?" She asked, her facial expression puzzled.

"To loose weight, obviously." Mycroft scoffed, annoyed that he has to explain this to a child. Nevaeh shook her head, "You don't loose weight, you gain while working out." She started.

"Oh? And why is that?" He rolled his eyes. The girl was getting impatient. She knew that Mycroft was a cold person, but she didn't expect him to be a cold person to his niece. Nevaeh had at least hoped that the man would give her mercy.

"Because..." She shot a look at him, clearly unimpressed. "While you work out, you gain more muscles, which makes them stronger and more stiff. Yes, you loose a little bit of weight, but its more of gaining muscles."

"How did you-"

"I learned this in Science, sir. At my boarding school." She interjected. "And by the way, you can stop treating me like I don't know anything. I am child, but I know more than other children, my age do." Nevaeh muttered. She wasn't good at deducing, but she knows when someone is looking down at her.

Mycroft's looked bewildered, very stunned at the girl's intelligence. Shaking off the stunned silence, he cleared his throat, "Obviously, I must have misjudged you. Apologies...why don't I show you the music room next?"

"Sure..." Nevaeh huffed, not so amused to be here.

The room was filled with instruments, she recognized all of them, but what really caught her eye, was the grand piano. Nevaeh walked over to it and absentmindedly pushed some fingers on the keys, making a tune. She remembered when her friend would play it for her.

"You play the piano?" He asked, but his sharp voice turned somewhat gentle. Nevaeh shrugged, "I used to play it when I was in boarding school. Usually helped me calm myself."

"I see. Do you have favorite music you play?"

"Mmm, I used to play River Flows in you. It has wonderful sounds." She sighed.

"I don't think I have ever heard of that before..." He thought. "Can you play it for me?"

Nevaeh looked at him, her face hard, but when she saw his face, genuinely wanting to hear her play, her face retorted into a small smile. "Sure."

She sat down gracefully on the bench and put her fingers on the keys, starting the melody.

It was only 11AM and Sherlock was getting anxious. His friends noticed that he was checking the clock way more than he should. Eventually John and Molly were getting worried when he was biting his lip. Something that the great consulting detective did not do often.

"You okay, mate?" John asked, putting a hand on his friends shoulder. Sherlock shuddered and looked at him, his eyes full of worry. He tried to conceal it by nodding and looking in the microscope again, but the uneasiness was still there.

"You know, Nevaeh is going to be fine. Mycroft knows what he's doing." John reassured.

"I know..." He muttered.

"Worried?" Molly asked him this time.

Sherlock looked up at Molly and sighed, "Yes." He admitted.

"Oh Sherlock," Molly smiled softly, "She'll be fine."

"I know, I know, I just...miss her." He mumbled.

John chuckled, "Don't worry mate, every parent misses their child."

"I don't enjoy when she's not by my side so I can watch her. She did just get her chemotherapy some weeks ago." He sighed.

"Hey, but she's doing really well and besides, its not like we're going to be stuck on this case forever. You can use that big brain of yours." John smirked. The detective glared at him, earning a laugh from Molly.

"Alright, let's just get this done so Sherlock can see his precious daughter." Molly raised her brow and cocked her head towards him, expecting him to do something. The ends of Sherlock's lips quirked upwards for a moment and then frowned when They were smiling smugly at him.

"I hate you..." He grumbled, looking into his microscope, trying to distract himself from their steaming smirks.

"We love you too." Molly quipped, giggling slightly.

She pressed the last key and that was it. Nevaeh was able to hear a clap from behind her chair. Turning around she saw Mycroft grinning slightly and gulf clapping. "I'd say dear niece, you are very good with the piano." he applauded.

Nevaeh's cheeks turned a subtle pink and nodded, "Thank you."

"Does your father know of this talent?" He inquired. Nevaeh shook her head, "No, I guess I didn't feel obligated to tell him. There weren't any pianos in his flat, so I never mentioned it." she said with a submissive wave.

"I see. Did you know your father plays the violin?"

Nevaeh looked up, as if there was a cloud above her head, thinking. "Not since I've been here."

"Well, your father plays the violin. You two have very good taste in music." Mycroft quipped. "Do you play any instruments?" Nevaeh questioned him. To Nevaeh's surprise, he nodded. "I used to play the flute."

"Oh! I heard its a hard instrument to play. Can you play it for me?" She asked excitingly. Mycroft sighed, "I suppose that if you played for me, then I shall play for you."

Nevaeh clapped her hands together and smiled. Mycroft concealed his smirk when his niece did that and walked to a small rectangular case that contained the flute. He opened the case and took out the silver flute very gently in his hands. Nevaeh awed at the beautiful flute. So many things she was astonished of.

He put his lips on the embouchure hole, his head slightly leaning on his shoulder. One of his hands were supporting the middle joint, while the other was prepared to press keys.

Mycroft blew into the hole and soft, whistling music came out. His fingers quickly jumping to one key to another. Nevaeh swayed at the music, she didn't why it happens when she listens to music, but she even does it while playing the piano. It was comforting.

He stopped and laid down his flute in the case, the red material protecting it. Nevaeh gave a small clap and he smirked.

"You really good." She praised.

"Thank you, I appreciate you being here for my recital." He half smirked and joked. Nevaeh giggled, "No problem, I enjoy listening to music."

"Who doesn't?" He smiled genuinely, and Nevaeh smiled back. "I believe Arthur has dropped off your tea. Care for some?"

"I'd love too."

With that, they left the instrument room and into the previous room they were in. The tea was there -Thanks to Mycrofts deductions- and it was already steaming inside tea cups.

They sat down across from each other, and waited for the tea to be done steeping. Once the teas were done, Mycroft put his daily dosage of milk and a tad bit of sugar. while Nevaeh already had her cup of tea in her hand, and sipping. She watched Mycroft make his tea.

"Your on a diet?" She deduced. Mycroft looked at her with surprise, but quickly hid it. "What makes you think that?" He asked, his knuckles turning a bit white, while gripping the tea cup.

"Well first, you put barely any sugar, next you have a weight room and also, when you guys did the 'food wars' he made a rude comment about you needing to loose weight." She explained, the collected facts using it as proof.

"I see..." All he said. "I am...indeed on a diet." Eventually he said, almost looking embarrassed.

"I don't see why you need to be on a diet." She spoke, not bothering to look at him, while she was staring inside her cup, and swirling it around. Mycroft looked at her, bemused on what she just said. "Pardon?"

"Your not fat. And you certainly don't look like you eat sugary stuff." She stated, finally looking up at his now amused face.

"Well, thank you for your input, I will look into it." He smiled. Mycroft was indeed touched by the little girls comment. Although his little brother made fun of his weight an diet, this child didn't seem like she inherited Sherlock's rude remarks to him.

"So, is this government official job all you do?" She asked suddenly after some silence between them. Mycroft nodded, "I go to meetings, make presses and do the usual. I even have an assistant, named Anthea."

"Doesn't seem...I don't know...boring?" She cringed at the thought of going into a meeting and just sitting there, listening to boring speeches. Though maybe because she still a kid.

Mycroft huffed a chuckle, "Yes, I suppose. I do not know of anything fun though...what do you do for fun?"

Nevaeh shrugged. "Read, draw, look on the walls an count the imperfections."

Mycroft smirked, "That sounds like fun." He earned a grin from Nevaeh, "Oh totally. Nothing really to do when I was stuck in a hospital." She reasoned. The government official made a noise of agreement and sighed.

"I apologize for not having anything interesting to do here." He said to her.

Nevaeh shrugged, but then lit up at a idea she had. "You have a cookbook?" She asked. Mycroft raised his brow, confused by the odd request but nodded, "In the kitchen."

The girl hopped up, setting the tea on the tray and walked to Mycroft's chair next. "We," She said, lending out a hand. "Are going to make a cake from scratch." Mycroft looked at her with utter confusion, but instead of questioning, he laid his tea cup on the tray as well and took a hold of her hand.

Nevaeh smiled when he took her hand, and led the government to the kitchen. She let go of his hand and went to the books that were on the shelves. Picking one of the dessert books and skimming the pages for some cake.

"Any preferences?" Nevaeh asked, turning some pages and looking over. Mycroft shrugged, "Chocolate, I suppose." he didn't really want to admit that chocolate cake was his very favorite, as well as pudding. The things combined were delicious, and sometimes he would indulge of it.

Nevaeh kept skimming until she found what she wanted and smiled eagerly. She showed him the recipe and Mycroft couldn't stop himself from his lip going upwards. Chocolate Pudding Cake.

The girl nodded in approved of the recipe when she saw the smile on Mycrofts face. While he was reading the ingredients, Nevaeh was already getting them ready. She was very good with memorizing stuff.

She looked in the fridge, cupboards, getting some utensils and bowls to get started. Mycroft looked up and saw that everything was set up. The ingredients already settled on the counter. The bowls were out and the utensils clean and ready.

"You work fast." Mycroft smirked, setting the book down and taking his jacket off, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows as well. "Well, you take long to read." She joked, making him chuckle.

They soon found themselves making the pudding cake, as well as engaging in small talk. Turns out they had some things in common, especially music and books. "Chronicles of Narnia?" Mycroft asked, stirring the batter.

"Mhm! It's really good, you should read it. I have already gotten Molly intrigued with it." Nevaeh answered. She was watching Mycroft stir while beating eggs in another bowl.

"Hmm, maybe I shall." He mused. Nevaeh grinned.

They started talking more and eventually the eggs were added into the dry ingredients, along with the rest of the wet ingredients. While they waited for the cake batter to mix, the started making the pudding.

Nevaeh poured the ingredients in and some milk. She let Mycroft stir because her arm often became tired of stirring after five minutes of her doing it. After wards, the girl made a chocolate buttercream icing. She noticed that almost everything was made of chocolate, much to Mycroft's amusement.

"How does it taste?" She asked, handing a small scoop of buttercream to the government official. He reluctantly plucked it out of his niece's finger tips and licked it, feeling like a child again.

But when the sweet, savor chocolate hit his mouth, he couldn't deny his face splitting into a smile. "Tastes astounding. I do say, you are very good in the kitchen." Nevaeh smiled. "Thank you!"

The cake was all baked, now all they needed to do was wait for it to cool off and they can call this cake a success. It just so happened to be after lunch time, so Mycroft called Anthea to get some deli sandwiches.

"Anthea is a nice name." Nevaeh considered. Mycroft nodded, "Indeed it is."

"Is she your wife?" She asked. Mycroft choked on the water he was drinking. Nevaeh looked her him with confusion in her eyes. She guessed that Anthea wasn't his wife, just his assistant.

And she was right, when Mycroft stopped and said, "No, she is just my assistant." though she could tell, that Mycroft was trying to hide his embarrassment from her. As on cue, Anthea peeked her head into the kitchen and gave the government official a weary smile.

"Hello sir, I got you what you wanted." She spoke firmly but gentle. She laid the bags on the diner table. "Ah, thank you my dear." He gratefully said. Anthea nodded towards him and turned to Nevaeh.

The woman smiled and held out her hand, "Im Anthea, Mycroft's assistant." Nevaeh took her hand and smiled back, "Nevaeh."

"My, what lovely name." She said, making Nevaeh cheeks turn red again. "Thank you, I like yours too." Anthea smiled in response, and turned to Mycroft, "You have a meeting tomorrow at 11:30AM. Mycroft nodded, and proceeded to un-bag the food.

Anthea left afterwards, leaving the two to eat. Mycroft had insisted of taking a sandwich for herself, and she did so. They ate in silence, occasionally checking the cake. Once they have finished, Nevaeh opened the fridge and lightly patted it. She smiled once it looked like it cooled down.

Mycroft took it out and put it on a platter.

They cut the middle of the cake and filled it with the sweet pudding in. It was almost perfect, now all they need to do is cover the cake and decorate it.

"Have you ever decorated a cake?" She asked, reading the direction on how to put a icing in the piping bag. She took out a plastic bag -because Mycroft didn't have piping bags- and scooped as much icing that stuck to the scraper and put in the bag, trying to put it in the corner.

"No, I don't. Though I think you got it." He said, amused when Nevaeh settled it down and scooped more of the icing onto the cake and spreading it around, trying to smooth it.

"Reading is the key." She responded, smiling. Once the chocolate icing was smoothed, she took the plastic bag that contained the other icing in and cut the edge of the plastic bag and gave it Mycroft.

"You start." She said absentmindedly, and prepared another bag for herself. Mycroft looked at the cake, almost worried that he might mess up their creation. He hesitantly started on the side, putting on nice pattern around the cake. "Not so bad." Nevaeh grinned. She started on the top of the cake.

"Thank you." He stated, intently looking at his job.

They worked on very carefully, not wanting to mess up. Once they were done, there clothes were covered in chocolate splatters and icing on their hands. They looked at the cake and then themselves.

"Ah...well It seems like we made a mess of things." Nevaeh said, trying to wipe off the icing from her hands. Fortunately, they cleaned the kitchen long time ago, not wanting to worry about the dishes or counters being dirty the next day.

Mycroft chuckled, "But it comes with a nice reward." He pointed out.

"Yep!" She popped the 'p'

Mycroft looked at the clock. It was almost half past 6. Sherlock would be coming over soon. "It seems like our fun day has ended unfortunately." Mycroft sighed. Nevaeh shrugged but smiled back at him, "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure we'll see each other again."

The government official smiled, "I don't have doubts. Though we should really get you cleaned up."

The girl nodded. Mycroft crouched down, with a wash cloth and tried to wipe off at least some of the icing off her shirt, but there were stains that still remained. He didn't really care about himself, he could get dressed immediately if he wanted to. It was his house after all.

While cleaning Nevaeh up, he had a heart feeling moment. It was like in the good old days , where every time Sherlock would get messy, he would clean them up just like he was doing to her. Mycroft ghosted a smile, still remembering when Sherlock was just a innocent child, still needing guidance and reassurance from his older brother.

After several hours of a case, he finally solved it.

"I shall see you two later." he said quickly, finishing up the paperwork.

"Woah, hurrying up to see your daughter, hmm?" John asked, smirking smugly.

Sherlock gave him a cold glare, "Piss off."

John laughed aloud, making Sherlock give him a stare. If looks could kill, John would've been dead. Molly, however made no comment and he was a bit relieved. "I'll see you soon." Molly waved.

Sherlock smiled at her and then to John. Before anyone could register, he was gone.

The detective speedily glided past people and offices, coat following behind him. He was outside, the cold frigid night creeping in. He hailed a taxi. Giving the driver the directions and leaving the spot.

He was anticipating to see Nevaeh, and though he will never admit it, he missed her dearly, even though he's been gone for several hours, it felt like years. Sherlock knew he was exaggerating, but he was having tough problems not thinking about his daughter.

Sherlock was tempted to just ask the driver to speed.

But neglected the idea, seeing that if he got pulled over, then he would have to wait even more. He busied himself by thinking of counting the stars, or going into his mind palace, though nothing seemed to be working.

Christmas.

His thoughts flew over to Christmas. Before he adopted, he wasn't into Christmas, but was forced to vacation with his family in a cabin in France. They would go every Christmas and Summer.

But now, he has a daughter to spoil. And also explain what they'll be doing for Christmas. He didn't know if Nevaeh flew on a plane before, but mostly not. Sherlock thought of presents.

He thought of getting more books, stuffed animals but what else other than those? Something else special. Already gotten a designed necklace for her, but what else? Sherlock contemplated. Maybe more art supplies. Or even clothes.

Nothing seemed right for Nevaeh. And eventually his mind wandered to her birthday. It was a few months later in April, but he could worry about that later. He also had to worry about school.

His daughter was most important, which means the school has to have high expectations for his little girl to be in.

Sherlock's thoughts ended as he arrived at the estate. He breathed in relief as he almost close to Nevaeh.

"Well, that's the best I can do." Mycroft sighed, as he wiped the still transparent stain. Nevaeh smiled at him reassuringly. "Don't worry, I'll be fine." Mycroft gave her a tight smile and nodded.

Standing up he heard a doorbell. Sherlock.

Mycroft walked to the door and opened the door. No surprise, it was Sherlock. "How were things?" Sherlock asked, trying to keep calm, but also wanting to see his daughter, and the older Holmes knew.

"Very well." Mycroft replied, smirking.

"Daddy!" Nevaeh squeaked enthusiastically.

Sherlock couldn't contain his smiled when Nevaeh rushed to him and hugged him. He kissed her head and hugged back, relieved that she wasn't injured or in tears. "There's my girl. How was it?" He asked her.

Nevaeh had a huge smile on her face as she explained what Uncle Mycroft and she did. Sherlock had a surprised face on. He looked at Mycroft who was turning red. The detective looked back at his daughter and smiled,"I'm glad you had such a good time."

"Me too!" Nevaeh said happily. She turned towards Mycroft and smiled sweetly, "Let's do it again?"

Mycroft went back to his composure but smiled back at her, "I assure you, that we will do this again." Nevaeh smiled and then let go of Sherlock's big embrace and then hugged Mycroft. He didn't know what to do when a child hugged him. He hasn't done it in years. Trying to ignore Sherlock's smug smirk, he carefully hugged her back.

They let go after some time and returned beside Sherlock.

Sherlock looked up to him, "Thank you for taking care of her." His voice filled with generosity. Mycroft nodded, "It was my pleasure."

With that, Nevaeh and Sherlock left the mansion and into their own flat. And not once did Sherlock complain about her clothes being dirty. Mycroft sighed, satisfied that it was quiet now. He then remembered. Quickly grabbing his phone he texted Sherlock.

I may have some ideas for a Christmas gift for Nevaeh. -MH

The response was immediate

Will do, talk later. -SH

Mycroft smiled. He strolled through the kitchen and saw the cake untouched.

It was ashame that Nevaeh didn't have some, but at least Mycroft could have some. He took a slice and went back into his own living room. It was clear of anyone. He wondered what it was like, having children, considering his age, he probably won't be able to anymore. But adoption was always there.

He took a bite and saw a book right smack in the middle of where Nevaeh was sitting. Mycroft sat up and took the book. Chronicles of Narnia. It was the book Nevaeh had recommended to him.

Deciding he would give it back once he visited it, but also wanting to read, now that she left it.

He sat down again, cake in his hand and book in his other hand, he started chapter 1.

Did you enjoy? Please review and let me know! I always imagined Mycroft being a bit of an idiot at the beginning because he doesn't know how to talk to children without sounding like a government official. But hey, they learn :D

Any who, I won't be uploading this fic for the rest of the month until the 6th of December. It'll kick off a 4 part Christmas special for December, because, why not. I need time to write and proofread. I apologize immensely, BUT! I have a small side Fic that I am releasing next week! Its an Avengers Fic with Irondad and Spiderrrsonnn! They will be updated on A03, as well as ! If you like those kinds of fics, then I hope you guys will give my new fic a chance!

I bid you a farewell!~ (╭ 'ω')╭