(John's POV)
The next morning when I woke, my thoughts immediately went to the girls, staying above Sherlock's flat. That thought sent a shiver down my spine.
I got a text from Abbie a few minutes later, telling me they were okay, and that there was breakfast being prepped.
Mary and I got ready to leave together. Upon arrival, we beheld the faint smell of bacon and sausage. I smiled, and we headed over to Mrs. Hudson's flat. There we found Mrs. H. instructing her two new cooking pupils the art of perfected poached eggs. The girls were paying close attention, watching her every move like a couple of hawks.
After a moment, Abbie glanced up and saw me.
"Doctor..."she started, but she remembered her situation quickly. "Uncle John! We were just making breakfast. It will only be a few minutes now."
"It smells wonderful!" I said smiling at the three. Then I realized that Mary was still standing behind me. "Mrs, Hudson, would you mind if Mary sat in here while I go up and check on Sherlock?"
"Well, of course she can!" Mrs. Hudson exclaimed happily.
Abbie and Bailey smiled at Mary, who smiled right back. Sometimes I found it hard to believe that my wife had been, well, not as sweet and caring as she was now.
The girls quickly helped Mary settle in, insisting that they make her eggs and pancakes. She protested slightly, but when she saw the girls were determined, she relented.
I was about to leave to find out what Sherlock could have possibly gotten himself into when Bailey said,
"Sherlock went down to the morgue, by the way. Molly had a new corpse to look at," She said with a slight huff.
"She wanted to go with him," Abbie said, explaining Bailey's slightly miffed attitude.
I smiled. That was the Sherlock I had come to know so well.
I knew it might be dangerous to go to the flat (who knew what surprises Sherlock had prepared for intruders), so I sat and waited for the girls to finish. After breakfast, I made sure Mary would be okay getting home while I took the girls to the mall. Sherlock arrived back just as we were putting the last of the dishes away. Bailey complained to him about missing breakfast, and not having the most important meal of the day, but he ignored her. Sherlock disappeared into his flat, only to return a few minutes later, looking slightly worn and put out.
"Did they find another body?" Bailey asked excitedly. Then she read his features, glanced at Abbie, who shrugged, and went back to Sherlock. "You solved the case while you were upstairs, didn't you?"
He sighed. "Let's get you two to the mall."
And as fast as he came through the door, he left. The girls grabbed their purses and the three of us followed his lead. Outside, Sherlock had already hailed a taxi, so we all piled in.
Abbie and Bailey sat in the front row, discussing color schemes and ideas for furniture arrangements. Their chatter ceased half way to our destination to be replaced with silent gaping at Big Ben and the Eye of London. When they got their voice boxes back, Bailey instinctively asked,
"Can we go ride on the Eye at some point?"
Sherlock nearly grinned, which was rather impressive when he was bored and lost in his mind palace at the same time.
"Absolutely!" I answered.
When we made it to the centre, the girls jumped out and stared at us through the cab door.
"Your sure it's okay to use this credit card for anything?" Bailey asked carefully.
"Yes, get whatever you like," Sherlock answered the slightest bit too soon. Bailey took no notice, or at least, as far as I could tell.
"So, if we wanted to do new cushions in the living ro-"
"Yes, you can do it!" Sherlock interrupted. I kept my curious questions in my head.
They squealed slightly in excitement, then dashed off with a quick wave before Sherlock could potentially change his mind.
My gaze turned to him. I was about to ask him why he was being so sharp when he spoke.
"My brother may be a pain, but he does have some uses," Sherlock said blandly.
I nodded. I knew asking for more information could lead to trouble, so I kept my curiosity to myself. We rode for another half hour and made it to Scotland Yard. We were there for a matter of three hours, checking out a cold case. Sherlock was getting into a small argument with Sally about a new lead on their case, when my cell buzzed.
I sighed with relief when I read Abbie's text about their being almost done, and ready to head back. I quickly texted her that they still had a few hours before supper, if they weren't sure on something yet. But the response held the same phrasing as the first.
I relayed this to Sherlock, and we headed out. Outside the door stood a limousine. At the same moment, Sherlock's phone buzzed. The text read:
"Get in the car. I don't want to roll down the window, because it is much too cold for that. MH"
"Great," I thought in disgusted silence. "Just what we need. Another Holmes to make life complicated!"
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Hello, hello! I got another posted! Albeit at twelve thirty at night!
Anyways, hope you enjoyed!
also, I realized I did not post a chapter song... This Chapter's is Super Trooper by ABBA. The reason for this is that Sherlock obviously got on Mycroft's nerves, and this song gets on my brother's nerves. I thought it was appropriate.
The last chapter's song was Defying Gravity, from Wicked. (I am hoping the reason is self explanatory...)
Big shout out to CalicoKitty402 for Following and favoring! Thank you so much!
I hope to have another up in the evening, but no promises. Christmas is a pressing thing!