They walked up the stairs to 221B, Mycroft holding Eli's hand. He left his assistant in the car, because he thought she deserved a rest, and not bother herself with another Holmes domestic. They opened the door, seeing a tall, thin woman, sitting in an arm chair. Her hair fell around her face in soft wisps and waves of blonde and faint blue, and her eyes looked shifty. Runa Kingsley still hadn't completely kicked her addiction, but she wanted to see her child. Eli gasped, "Mommy!" She smiled, running over to her and crawling up into her lap. Sherlock sat in the other chair, looking tired and exasperated, barely registering the entrance of his daughter and brother. Mycroft stood to one side, wondering what on earth was going on.
"I'm sorry, Runa. You can't take her." Sherlock said, surprising his older brother. "I just.. cant let you. She's settled here, and you're still not.. okay." He sighed.
Runa smiled shakily at her child, then her eyes slid to Sherlock, "Why? I'm fine, Sherlock, just fine." She smiled. Too happily, and Sherlock shook his head. He'd been saying the same thing over and over for over an hour now, ever since she turned up.
"you sent her here, remember. You. So just leave it, she'll come back to you when you're clean and sober." Sherlock said firmly, gaining a nod of approval from his brother. Runa's smile disappeared and she stared at him, for a few tense moment. Eli shifted, feeling the tension, and got down, padding over to her Uncle and hugging his leg. Mycroft looked at her for a second, confused, but then relaxed, stroking her hair.
"Runa," The older holmes begun, "you're upsetting her, please… just leave, you can see her again when you are well." He looked at her, then at the child, "Please." He repeated. There was a few quiet moments, in which, Runa gathered her things, and bent to kiss her childs head, before walking out. They stayed silent for a second, then suddenly there was a loud bang. A window smashed. And Eli fell to the floor. Her stomach pooling blood.