Three weeks later-

Eliza woke up, smiling. She quite literally jumped down from her high bed and smoothed her unicorn pajamas. She grinned and ran out the room; the house was massive, especially to her young mind, and she loved it. Eliza finally managed to find the kitchen and ran into Uncle Mycrofts' legs, wrapping her arms around his knees. He rocked on his feet, a little surprised, then grinned, picking her up and setting her on his hip, "morning sweetheart" he kissed the top of her head. Mycroft had always wanted children, and even though Eliza wasn't his, he treated her as such. "what would you like to eat?" he asked, and she looked around. "Sprite and Cookies" she announced, smiling widely. She watched him blink a few times, then slowly nod and giggled. Mycroft turned around to Lady, who had appeared at the doorway, "Morning..?" he trailed off, waiting for her name of the day. "Monicka" she replied and he nodded, "Morning Monicka" he smiled, his happy mood from being with the child rubbing off on his attitude to everyone else. "would you like anything to eat too, dear?" he asked, then nodded as she insisted she'd make it herself. He sat eliza down and sat opposite her, watching the young girl squirm in her seat, chattering about whatever she had dreamt about. Mycroft got a little lost, thinking about if her were to have his own family, a couple of years back, he'd refused the thought of any of his own family, but now that he'd grown a bit, he realised that was all he needed to make him truly happy. He was shaken from his inner thoughts, by Eliza, "So will you come?" she asked, blinking up at him, he smiled, "To what, dear? Sorry, i was.. thinking." Monicka sat down beside Mycroft, eating silently; she never was a morning person. "My dance recital." Ah, of course. She had insisted on him allowing her to go to dance classes, because she danced around his office all day. He nodded, "Of course i will, so will Anthea." Monicka looked up, "monicka" she corrected. He nodded, smiling slightly. "What about daddy? Will you get him to come too?" she said, hopeful. Mycroft almost sneered at the mention of his younger brother, but didn't, for her sake, "I'll see." Was all he could say; knowing Sherlock, he wouldn't bother. The next few days passed quickly, days at the office, listening to eliza's singing, watching her prance about. On the morning of her dance show, he sent a text to his brother, 'childs dance recital, be there. –MH' he attached the address, and sent, before walking into the living room, where Eliza was practising, already dressed in her pink tutu, leotard and ballet shoes, sitting infront of the television, watching some childrens cartoon. He smiled, then told her it was time to go. They got in the car, and he dropped her off at the school, then went to the offices. Aleisha – antheas newest name choice – helped him throughout the day, so there was hardly anything to do. The clock ticked down, and then the time for the dance came around. They turned up on time, just in time to see Eliza take the stage and do her little dance. He smiled like a proud father, and clapped loudly. Eliza had seen the flash of an umbrella, which had given her more confidence. He looked around. No Sherlock. Mycroft scowled, sending a text before Eli ran up to him, 'Very disappointed. – MH' Eli walked up, "Uncle Mycroft, where's daddy?" she smiled hopefully, and he inwardly winced, "He's uh, on a case." He hoped, but his heart fell when her face did. "Come on." Mycroft insisted, "We'll go see your daddy." He led her to the car and simply said "221B" to the driver.