John and Emily sat in the waiting room waiting to hear what the doctors had to say on Sherlock's and Greg's condition. It seemed strange to John at how they both seemed to over react to finding out information and he was amazed that Sherlock hadn't been able to deduce that Greg and Mycroft were together; after all they had been together for a year now and engaged for 3 months. Well Greg's reaction did make some sense, but John couldn't understand how Mycroft had failed to tell him, maybe Mycroft was more like Sherlock than he wanted to admit and had a tendency to talk to people when they weren't actually there and he didn't notice, although that did seem unlikely and risky as the British Government and well he hadn't told Emily either it seemed. John felt it was quite funny that a 6 year old girl took to surprising news much better than her uncle and future stepfather did, after all she was still conscious and happily chatting away. After he had called the ambulance and they were waiting, Donovan had come back up to the murder scene to find Sherlock and Greg both laid out in the recovery position with a towel being held to their heads to stop the blood flow by John and Emily respectively. 'What happened?' she said sounding worried. 'Well it seems that my father has a tendency to forget to tell people information that they should probably know.' Emily replied. Donovan just looked shocked and turned and left, obviously wondering what Mycroft had failed to mention although she didn't ask for once. Whilst they had been in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, John had gotten Emily to ride with Sherlock while he rode with Greg (whilst he wanted to ride with Sherlock and Emily had said she didn't mind riding with Greg, he felt if Greg woke up he might collapse again if Emily was there), John texted Mycroft to tell him what had happened. We are on are way to hospital, both Sherlock and Greg have head injuries and they are unconscious. JW I'm on my way, be there in about 3 and half hours. MH Emily told me to say congratulations and next time inform her of big life decisions. JW That had all been about an hour ago and now they were still waiting while they did an assessment of the two men, 'Dr Watson' a man in a white coat called as he stepped into the waiting room. Emily and John stood up and approached the man. 'Yes, I'm Doctor Watson.' He said to the man. 'Well both men seem to be fine. We had a request from high up to put them in a joint private room so we have. They are still unconscious but we have stitched their heads back together and we will have to wait till they wake up to see if there has been any further damage. I'll take you to their room.' When they arrived in the room there were two beds with two seats between the beds. On the beds were two men who looked rather similar with all the same pipes and machines coming out of them and the fact they both had large bandages around their heads. John realised that they would have had to shave some of their hairs off to get to the wound and knew that Sherlock was not going to be happy about that as he was somewhat in love with his own hair. John and Emily took the two seats and got ready for the long wait. It was about an hour and a half later, that Sherlock started to show signs of waking up. 'Sherlock! Sherlock, can you hear me?' John called 'John urgh my head hurts. Let me go back to sleep.' Sherlock said sound rather out of it. Emily came round and climbed on the other side of Sherlock's bed. 'Sorry Sherlock but it is time to get up.' John told him. Sherlock finally opened his eyes and blinked a few times before looking confused. 'John, where am I?' 'You are in hospital love; you collapsed during a case and hit your head.' 'Why did I do that?' Sherlock asked looking baffled. 'Well… you found out that your brother was engaged to Greg.' John told him, slightly worried that he would collapse again. 'Greg?' 'Lestrade, Sherlock, He is going to be your brother in law. I think you need to learn his first name.' 'Oh. I thought Greg was more sensible and had better taste than Mycroft.' Sherlock stated. Emily hit him on the arm. 'Careful, that is my father you are talking about.' She told her Uncle 'Did you know?' Sherlock asked Emily. 'No he forgot to tell me as well. I will be having words with him when he arrives.' 'He is coming here' John told Sherlock 'But why?' Sherlock asked 'He doesn't care that much about me' 'No but he does care when his fiancé and brother both end up in hospital.' John said signalling to the bed next to Sherlock. Sherlock nodded. 'Wait how did you know?' 'Well I kinda set them up originally and then I helped Greg pick a ring 3 months ago.' 'You set my brother up with Lestrade.' Sherlock shouted. 'Yes, they make a cute couple.' John replied in a calming tone. 'You've said it yourself your brother was lonely and well now he's not. We are happy so, why can't you just accept that your brother is happy as well.' Sherlock grunted. He then spent the next hour discussing with Emily the murder case and he was very proud when he found she had come to the same conclusion as he had and had told the police officer how it had happened. At exactly 3 and half hours after Mycroft sent the text, a man in a 3 piece suit carrying an umbrella stepped into the room. He strode over to Greg's bed and placed a kiss on the man's check, before turning to address the rest of the room. 'Now will someone please tell me what happened?' Mycroft said sounding clearly worried. 'Well Dad, you need to stop hiding information from those you care about. Greg collapsed when he found out about me and then Uncle Sherlock collapsed when he found out about you and Greg. It only got so bad because they both managed to hit their heads on the way down.' Mycroft looked taken aback by his daughter addressing him as if he was the child. John saw that this was not going to go well unless he stepped in. 'Okay, Sherlock I'm going to take you home, as I'm a doctor I'm sure I can convince the hospital that this will be the best idea. You don't seem to have a concussion but I know the signs so I can make sure of it. Emily, it's best if you stay here with Mycroft, I believe when Greg wakes up, you are going to need to spend some time together as a family because that's what you are going to be a family.' Within 10 minutes John had gotten Sherlock discharged and they were leaving the hospital. Mycroft rearranged the two seats so that they were facing Greg's bed and sat down on one of them indicating to Emily to sit on the other. She ignored him and climbed up onto his lap. That's how they waited for the hours to come. Emily did not feel the need to call out bored and start shooting the wall no she sat and she observed. She watched how her father just stared at the man lying in the bed with such adoration on his face that the only time she had seen it before with Uncle Sherlock and Uncle John, when Uncle Sherlock was not complaining of being bored or mucking the house up, she saw it rarely in the past few weeks but sometimes just before she went to bed whilst they were watching a film or something. She would notice Uncle Sherlock staring at Uncle John instead and with a look of so much love in it nothing could break it. As the hours went by Emily felt her eyes drifting asleep and she placed her head on her father's shoulder. Mycroft bent down to his daughter's head and placed a kiss on it just as she was falling asleep. As she was in the realm between sleep and consciousness he told her the story of how he met the man in the bed in front of him. 'When your Uncle first started working for the Yard I found that only one inspector managed to bare him. So I sent a car round and took this inspector to a warehouse. The inspector did not seem impressed; it seems your uncle had warned him that this was going to happen. Anyway I arranged it so that he would be made into a detective inspector, that way he could give your Uncle more work and it would help keep Sherlock off drugs. It took a few years for your Uncle John to force us together. However one day he basically sends us both a text to meet him somewhere, we both arrive and he locks us in a room together with a candle lit dinner, it seems that apparently it was blatantly obvious to him that we both liked each other and he felt the need to push us together. I cannot thank him enough for doing so.' 'Nor can I' said a voice from the bed. Mycroft looked up to see Greg looking back at him. 'So when were you going to tell me I was going to have a step daughter,' Greg asked Mycroft. 'I was never sure. How do you start one of those conversations? And well I thought that you might not take it so well and leave me.' Mycroft muttered with a blush spreading across his face. 'I would never have left you. Myc, I've always wanted children and I felt that maybe after we got married we could adopt some, but now it seems we don't have to.' Greg said as he reached out his hand and stroked Emily's head affectionately. 'Although I am still mad at you for leaving it to Sherlock to tell me, on a crime scene.' 'Don't worry; I have been informed by this little lady that I need to work on telling people I care about important information. And it seems that Sherlock is now aware of us, and he took it just as well as you took finding out about Emily.' Greg grinned at this feeling slightly guilty as he had been the one who had tried to keep it a secret from Sherlock, as he wasn't sure how Sherlock would take the information and he didn't want Sherlock shouting about it in front of his team, who were all too noisy for their own good. 'How come she is wearing a mini Sherlock coat?' Greg asked Mycroft 'She wanted one, I tried to give her an umbrella but apparently if it doesn't contain a gun, laser and sword like mine then she doesn't want one.' 'I knew it contained a sword but there is a laser and a gun as well, and I don't blame her who would want a normal umbrella when you can have one like yours.' 'Well I'm sorry but even though she acts a lot older than she is, she is still six and I don't want her playing with dangerous objects.' 'I'm not saying you should get her one I'm saying that I don't blame her for not wanting an ordinary umbrella and you left Sherlock in charge of her, I don't exactly call 221b the safest place in the world do you.' Mycroft smiled and took a hold of Greg's hand. If the Latvian diplomats he had spent the last few weeks with could see him now they would have thought he was a totally different person. For even the Iceman which was the British government was capable of loving a family unconditionally.