Euros Holmes slowly spoke more and more with Mycroft and opened up to Sherlock and her parents, yet she knew she had a lot to make up for and one of the best ways to fix things was to help her older brother get the woman he loved. It would be perfect her parents would be happy that one of her brothers finally had a woman by his side. Who when the time came would give them grandchildren. Sherlock would be happy and hopefully finally put the 'Phone Call' behind him. As for Mycroft, well he was already involved and allowing him to let her help would not only be another bonding experience (that her brother desperately craved as a way to strengthen his acceptance back into the family), but a way for her to show Mycroft that she could be trusted with the one person they cared about the most, sans their parents.
"Mycroft just once?"
"I'm sorry. I do not think she is ready."
"I'm her mother, Mycroft!"
"I am aware."
Violet Holmes scowled at her eldest. Ever since Sherlock had purposefully (according to Mycroft) let slip that his brother got private one on one time with Euros in her cell she wanted to be allowed to do so as well. It had been over three decades since she could hold her daughter and she refused to wait any longer.
"Give me one good reason as to why not."
"Mum, maybe in a few months she'll be ready."
"How about we ask her now and she can tell us if she's ready."
"She is not in a position to say who gets access into her room and who doesn't."
"No, you do and I am telling you right now Mycroft Ian Henrik Holmes if I don't see my daughter, if I don't get to hold my daughter, I will lock you in your room for a week and see how you like it."
"Mother, I am a grown man you cannot- "
"Do you really want to finish that sentence?"
"… I'll see what I can do."
Euros looked up as her door opened expecting to see her parents enter.
"Well, isn't this a surprise? Mother found out didn't she?"
Mycroft groaned closing the door behind him, "How could you possibly know that?"
She smirked shaking her head, "It was only a matter of time after Sherlock figured it out, we both know he cannot keep his mouth shut if it means showing off... or getting one over on you to our parents."
"I should have been an only child, but mother was sentimental and wanted one of each."
"We both know you don't mean that."
Mycroft grinned (the one similar to when he took off his disguise in front of the governor) and walked over to the keypad going through the usual procedure to enter into Euros' cell.
She rolled her eyes at the combination, "You do know that that breath analyzer works on anyone with a similar genetic sequence so if Mother wanted all she would need is your key card, and the code 7734 today, 1481 last time you came, 1350 before that."
"Hmm interesting."
"The voice code also poses a similar problem as the breath analyzer. The voice holds several genetic markers.
"You forget…"
Your eye scan. Which she can't fake, but I suppose if she gets desperate enough all she would need is a spoon."
Mycroft sighed closing the door behind him, "Don't give her any ideas."
Euros rose from her spot on the bed and moved to sit on the floor a deck of cards in her hands she proceeded to shuffle the deck then deal seven cards to Mycroft, seven to herself, then placed the deck in the middle.
Mycroft frowned causing Euros to roll her eyes reach for her pillow and throw it across her for him to sit on it.
"Mother wants to see you. I need you to tell her you aren't ready."
Euros narrowed her eyes, "I'll play you for it."
"Why do I feel like I'm going to regret this?"
"If you have so little confidence perhaps the British government should look for a new civil servant, especially if he can't win in a simple game of Go Fish."
Mycroft picked up his cards taking out two pairs (3's and 8's), "Do you have any 4's"
"Go Fish, brother dearest."
Euros smirked as she put her second to last pair on the floor, "Do you have any Queens."
Mycroft narrowed his eyes he never got his 4 and he only had two cards left (a 4 and J), "Go Fish. Any 4's?"
"Nope. Any J's?", Euros questioned eyes gleaming as her brother's shoulders started tensing up.
"Hand it over, Myc."
Mycroft flicked his card at her throwing his damn four down and picking up the next card in the deck a scowl on his face at finding his missing pair.
"Rematch?"
"I don't think so. I guess I get to see mummy… unless."
"Unless what? You are not leaving this cell, sister."
"Bo-ring. I want something else. It's only fair Myc."
"Well, if it's something manageable I'll hand it over, but you get no day passes of any kind, weapons, or technology, or anything I seem unsafe."
"I didn't think you cared so much. Has the Ice Man finally melted."
"It's not for you."
Euros rolled her eyes rising from her spot and moving to sit on her bed to look down on her brother, "I only want the best for our brother."
"Stop being vague Euros."
"You always were a bit slow. Let me paint a picture. She has brown-auburn hair, a cute dainty noise, cuts up bodies for a living and is in love with Sherlock Holmes."
"Molly Hooper. You are not getting any visitors least of all her."
"Oh sweetie, do I have to be clearer. I do not want to see Molly Hooper at least not any time soon. I want what you want. To get our brother and his pathologist together."
A/N
Hello Everyone!
So as you may have noticed this chapter has been split into two parts. The first part deals with Holmes family drama but in part two I will begin to shift into the Crime portion of this Family/Crime fic. I will do my best with case stuff and will announce one of the Sherlock villains for this fic in the next chapter. I am not that great with writing cases so I will be taking inspiration from ACD and the BBC as well as other shows and books I've read. I'll make sure to give credit and provide a disclaimer for each and if you recognize where the similarities are from let me know in a review or PM and I will confirm them for you.
I also want to say thankyou to Madeofpaperandtea and QueenNaberrie, for favoriting and following this story as well as James Birdsong for reviewing. I appreciate your feedback.
Till next time!
Agent C.