Mycroft slid his key into the door and opened it. Due to the fact it was midnight he didn't expect to see John up but he did except to see Sherlock. A quick peek around the rooms told him there was no Sherlock in sight.
He opened the door to the guest room and discovered Sherlock and John asleep in bed. Little Isabell was nuzzled between them.
Mycroft smiled and shut the door. His plan had worked perfect. A baby had come up that needed a home. He found the perfect home and put two people together.
He actually felt pretty good about himself. He smirked and headed into the kitchen. A half eaten dinner was sitting on the table.
He picked up a plate and stuffed it in the microwave. He was starving.
He knew lying to Sherlock about Isabell was wrong. He should have told him where she came from in the first place. Of course he knew sooner or later Sherlock would discover the truth.
He covered as many trails as he could but there was no denying the child looked like Sherlock. Same hair. Same eyes. It wouldn't take her long to grow enough for Sherlock to notice she was already a member of the family before she was adopted.
She even had Mycroft's nose. Poor girl.
He looked at the food he had heated up and decided he wasn't hungry after all. He slipped it in the refrigerator and went to bed.
John was woken early the next morning by Isabell. She was in between John and Sherlock. She had woken in the middle of the night for food more than once. John had slipped her in between them. They hadn't set up the traveling cot yet.
John changed her diaper and went into the kitchen. He was surprised to see the maid there putting their left overs in the refrigerator.
"Hello," she said smiling at him. "My name is Roxanne. If you need anything just ask."
"Sorry," he said smiling at her. "I'm not used to having a maid. It feels weird having someone pick up after me."
"I like it," she said. "Gives me a job. That must be Isabell. She is such a darling."
"Thank you," John said filling Izzy bottle.
He left her to do her work in the kitchen and went into the living room. He sat with Isabell on the couch and turned on the morning news.
"Another suicide in London. Nineteen year old Josef Vinduška was found dead late last night." The reporter was saying. "These are so similar to the cabbie killings of a few years ago that some people are shouting-"
John clicked it off before it could finish. Sherlock would be in a panic if he saw that. Isabell whined and pushed away her bottle.
"What's wrong?" He asked moving the bottle towards her mouth.
She cried and moved her head away. John sighed setting the bottle down on the coffee table. Roxanne walked in started cleaning the television. Isabell was still whining. She sounded hungry to John but he couldn't figure out why she wouldn't take her bottle.
"The baby having troubles?" Roxanne asked.
"She won't eat," John explained. "It's not like her."
"Babies are a tricky sort," she said walking over. "Perhaps she just wants to be fussy."
Roxanne walked off to Mycroft's room. Sherlock emerged from the bedroom yawning and looked around confused.
He nodded and walked over to John. He gave him a little kiss and looked down at Isabell.
"What's wrong with the little princess?" Sherlock asked taking her from John.
"She won't eat," John said shaking the bottle at Sherlock.
"Maybe she isn't hungry," Sherlock said sitting down with the baby.
"Well I know I am," John said getting up. "I'm going out to get breakfast."
"Do you think that's a good idea?" The great detective asked shaking the stuffed cow for Izzy.
"Yea," the doctor said. "I'm going to live in fear of anything. I'll be fine. I'm just going to get breakfast."
Sherlock didn't say anything. He simply nodded to his coat. John fished out the key to the flat and walked out. He took the elevator down to the ground floor. When he walked out the front doors he wasn't surprised to see a black car sitting out front. The driver smiled at him.
"Mycroft said that you'd be out first thing in the morning for breakfast," the driver said.
He got out and opened the door for John. John didn't like it. It was bad enough to Sherlock knew his ever move. He didn't need it from Mycroft too. John sighed but got into the car without a word. The driver got in and looked at him in the review mirror.
"So where to?" he asked.
"Mcdonalds," John answered.
He knew it wasn't Sherlock's type of food but John actually did like the breakfast menu. The driver nodded and started driving.
John didn't think about much as they drove. He was grateful for the car. He didn't want to get riding around in a cab. That he wouldn't like it. It would be too risky if there really was a cabby killer out there.
Quickly the driver found a Mcdonalds and asked John if he wanted to go in and order. John said that he wanted to and got out of the car on his own before the driver could get out. He walked inside and was waiting inline to order.
"John!" A female voice cried from behind. "John Watson!"
John turned and was surprised to see Sarah.
"Oh my god," he said as she ran up to him. "It's been ages."
He hadn't seen her since their breakup. After they broke up she left to work at another office. He couldn't beleive he would just run into her.
"What have you been up to?" He asked.
"Not much," she said shrugging. "The new job is good. There is a guy I'm pretty serious about. Pretty good actually. You?"
"Well actually I've got a kid now," he said pulling out his phone. "Her name is Isabell."
He found one of her good pictures on his phone and handed it to Sarah.
"She is so adorable," she said looking at the phone. "She is so tiny. How old is she?"
"Just a month," he said as Sarah handed the phone back. "Sherlock and I adopted her."
"Sherlock?" Sarah asked in surprised voice. "Wow. I didn't know you two were together."
"Yea," John said as he got to the counter. "Um. I'll take three Bacon Mcmuffins and an order of pancakes."
He handed the lady her credit card. He turned back to Sarah.
"Well that's good," Sarah said. "A baby. A boyfriend. That's good."
She didn't seem happy. She smiled and brushed her hair out of her face.
"Well you did leave me," John said sensing what Sarah was sad about. "I mean you told me you wanted out."
"I know," she said in a soft voice. "It isn't really that. It's just your life is so together."
"Well," John said taking his bag of food. "I really did like seeing you here. I don't see why we can't still be friends."
"OK," she said nodding her head. "I'll give you a call sometime."
John nodded before walking out. Man that he been awkward. He realized quickly that he had been avoiding mentioning Sherlock. He had only said his name once. Maybe he had given her the impression they weren't happy together.
Shit.
He looked back inside. She was still standing there in line. Perhaps he should go back and clear up that point.
No he was being silly. He had made it clear he was serious about Sherlock. He walked back to the car and got in. He didn't even notice someone was following him.