Tumblr prompt: Georgina and Gregory Holmes, and if possible, some other Sherlolly child/baby, bonding with their Uncle Mycroft, please?
There was a hole in the wall of his study.
Not a large hole, by any means. But a hole, nonetheless.
He looked around for the culprit, but the room was empty. Following the trail of dog fur, he found the culprit and her accomplice sitting innocently in the kitchen, not-so-innocently eating his secret stash of Haagen-Dazs.
'Ahem,' he cleared his throat.
Glancing over her shoulder, seven-year-old Georgina smiled around the spoon sticking out of her mouth. Beneath her swinging feet, Blackbeard slurped away at the dollop of ice cream she'd dropped on the floor. 'W'sup, 'ncle Myc?' She mumbled around her mouthful, pulling the spoon out of her mouth with relish.
'I've got a mystery for you to solve,' Mycroft began, nonchalantly placing his hands in his pockets and wandering around the island until he was next to her, leaning against the tall counter.
'Oh?' Georgina asked, digging out another generous helping of his ice cream and licking it with relish and gusto.
'Mmhmm,' he hummed, tilting his head as he stared ahead in thought. 'You see, there is a hole in the wall of my study. And I'm afraid I am at a loss as to where it came from.' From the corner of his eye, he saw Georgina shift ever so slightly in her seat.
'How unfortunate. Are you sure it was not already part of the décor?'
Mycroft barely kept from snorting, coughing to cover it up. 'Ah, no. It is not. You see, it wasn't there this morning. Nor was it there this afternoon. So, as you can deduce, the hole appeared there sometime after 4:30 and before I found it just now.'
She nodded in agreement, a drizzle of chocolate leaking out the side of her mouth. He chuckled and handed her a nearby hand towel as he shook his head fondly.
'Georgina, if your mother found out I left you alone for three minutes and in the space of those minutes you not only managed to eat half a carton of ice cream, but also unlock my weapons safe, arm my umbrella, and fire the hidden dart gun into my wall, she'd never let me babysit again.'
Finally looking up at him, Georgina narrowed her piercing blue eyes, so much like her father's. 'You have no physical evidence.'
Mycroft raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms. 'True. There is always the possibility of fingerprints, though.'
'Impossible, I've handled your umbrella, unarmed, of course, on multiple occasions. The presence of my fingerprints would be circumstantial.'
'Your father's been giving you lessons again, I see,' he grumbled. Conceding defeat, he pulled out the other stool and sat down. Blackbeard, having finished his portion of the ice cream, perked up at the sound and proceeded to burrow his head under Mycroft's hand, staring up at him with wide, pleading eyes.
As he rubbed the dog's nose with one hand and pulled out another spoon with the other, Mycroft shifted closer to Georgina and stole a spoonful of ice cream from the tub. 'Tell you what,' he said, savoring the chocolatey-caramel concoction. 'I won't tell your mother this time, as long as you promise never to break into my weapons safe again.'
'Promise,' she agreed quickly. Mycroft knew she would keep her word. She may have Sherlock's cunning and deviousness, but she was tempered with Molly's honesty and integrity.
'However…' he drawled and raised his eyebrows in solemn warning.
Georgina glanced up at him.
'…you also have to promise never to steal my Haagen-Dazs again.'
She pursed her lips around her spoon and frowned down at the last smidgen left in the tub. While she was considering his proposal, Mycroft snuck in and swiped the remaining spoonful, smirking at her indignant squawk.
'Fine,' she sighed and stuck out a sticky, chocolate-caramel-covered hand. 'Deal.'
They shook hands on it, each mock glaring at the other.
Staring down into the empty ice cream tub, Georgina sighed. 'I kind of want more.'
Mycroft stood and tossed the carton in the bin before walking to the large freezer. 'Then it's a good thing your Aunt Anthea hasn't found my second hidden stash.'
He pulled out a large box of frozen fish fingers and pulled out a plastic bag half-filled with them. Georgina wrinkled her nose at the sight, shuddering. With a wink and a flourish, he reached into the box again and withdrew a full carton of Haagen-Dazs.
Georgina laughed in delight and clapped her hands, 'Bravo, Uncle Myc!'
'Well, we've already made a mockery of my diet for the night anyway. And what's an uncle for, if not to load you up on sugar before sending you back to your father?' He got two bowls from the cupboard and scooped out enough to keep her hyper, but not get her sick. He laughed deeply with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 'Consider it payback for him teaching you how to talk your way out of small crimes.'
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