When the Holmes brothers entered the regular office, they found three people. John got up from his chair as they entered. Emma stayed in her seat, her face in her hands.

A third unknown person was unconscious on the floor.

"What happened?" Sherlock asked in shock. He didn't expect a third person.

"Well, this man here tried to attack her. She called me when she heard steps in the hallway, and by the time I got here this man was unconscious on the floor." John explained with the slightest of grins.

"Why didn't you call me?" Mycroft asked softly.

She raised her head, Mycroft could see her lips was bleeding, and several bruises on her face.

"I assumed that since you left, you didn't want me to involve you into all of this."

"What? No, Emma, of course not." he hurried to her and kneeled in front of her. "I didn't leave you, I just needed to talk to Sherlock. I still love you."

He smiled faintly at her, waiting for her to smile back. Her smile was even fainter than his, but it was enough.

"I thought you hated me for kissing him."

"No, of course not. I don't get to judge over the people you dated before I met you. Imagine Sherlock would have judged John for all of the women he dated after they met."

John smiled to himself.

"Thank you for not judging me." he said quietly to his boyfriend.

"You really should thank me, though. I had a lot to judge you about." his boyfriend murmured back.

John chuckled.

"I mean it. 24 women. That's a lot."

"Alright, Sherlock. I got it. Thank you."

"And considering you're gay I can count each woman twice. That increases the number to 48."

"Oh, shut up." John murmured and kissed him.

When they separated, they noticed Mycroft and Emma were looking at them. Sherlock blushed and looked away, and John laughed.

"Don't you have anything else to do?" he asked teasingly.

"You were noisy." Mycroft answered and looked at them slightly disgusted.

"Sorry." he mumbled back, holding back his laughter.

He grabbed Sherlock's hand and dragged him out.

Emma started laughing after they left, and Mycroft joined her laughter.

"Can I give you an advice?"

He nodded.

"If you don't trust your girlfriend, break up with her."

He smiled. Of course he trusted her. He shouldn't have let Moriarty play with him like that.

"How is it possible that no one who works here came to see what happened? I mean, don't they notice the chaos in this building?"

"As you have probably already managed to understand, my work is rather irregular, and such are my co-workers. We're not allowed to talk to anyone here but very specific people. Imagine what would happen if in our conversations, someone revealed confidential information unintentionally."

She nodded quietly. It all made perfect sense, but it made her miss the friendly environment she had in America.

"So how did you knock out that man?"

She looked away shyly.

"I hit his head with a dictionary."

Mycroft laughed loudly.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. I've just never seen anyone that uses a dictionary as a weapon."

She laughed along.

The man on the floor moved a bit, and Mycroft instantly stood up in front of her protectively. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number quickly, and then hanged up immediately. In less than ten seconds, Anthea entered the room.

"Take care of that, please." he said without detailing.

She nodded.

He wrapped his arm around his girlfriend and escorted her out of the room.