Sherlock was pacing in the kitchen waiting for Isabell to get back. He didn't want to let Mycroft take her but he knew it was OK. Mycroft hadn't wanted anything bad to happen to Isabell. In his own crazy way he was just trying to help. Sherlock really couldn't blame him for that. He had brought Isabell a game for her computer as a way of saying sorry for what he had caused to happen. The surgery and recovery had been pretty rough for little Isabell.

John was walking around in a circle too but for a different reason. Wisteria had come down with the flu out of no where. She was fine when he put her to bed but when then she woke up in the middle of the night vomiting. Luckily it had missed the deerstalker. She would have been impossible to deal with if John had to take it away to wash it. That had been at three in the morning and she hadn't gone back to sleep. He had hoped that Isabell didn't catch it. The last thing he needed was two sick kids.

She was still crying and he couldn't get her to stop. He tried her favorite music, My little pony, and she wouldn't even eat any pancakes. Pancakes were her favorite food. Nothing seemed to cheer the baby up. Sherlock had to race out and buy Pediasure so that the baby would have some nutrients.

"It's OK baby," he said batting her back. "I know. You must feel miserable. Sherlock please sit. You're making the baby nervous. Hell, you're making me nervous."

"I'll take her," Sherlock said walking over to him. "You need to get some rest. You can't go without sleep like me."

"Thanks," John said handing the child off to Sherlock. "I'm dead on my feet. I owe you one."

Wisteria wrapped her arms around her Papa and the crying died down a bit. It seemed like the child was finally tiring herself out. It was only a matter of time before she gave out. John kissed his husband before retiring to the bedroom.

He closed the door behind him and dropped down on the bed. He didn't even bother to change his clothes. He rolled onto Sherlock's side of the bed. It was the softer side. He put his face down in the pillow and tried to sleep. It felt so good to relax and be in a quiet place. Between Sherlock and the kids there was rarely any quiet.

He had so much on his mind. It was hard to shut it down and just sleep. Was that how Sherlock always felt? He rolled over onto his stomach. He wanted to ask Mycroft why he allowed Aaliyah to see Jim. He never really told him. Did he want to ruin his mother's life?

John yawned and decided it wasn't worth the thought when he needed sleep so bad.. He planned on taking to Mycroft about it when he got back with Isabell. He was going to sit him down and he was going to get the truth out of him. He didn't care what it took.

After rolling over again sleep finally took him.

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After two sippy cups full of Pediasure she started to relax. The Pediasure seemed to settle her stomach. Sherlock had finally got Wisteria to sleep. The poor child looked so tired. She was curled up against him snoring loudly. Sherlock didn't want to put her in her room. He was too worried about her vomiting again and drowning in it. He had heard of that in the past.

He laid her down in her portable crib. She whined a bit but didn't wake up. He let out a sigh and dropped on the couch.

"Dad!" Came Isabell voice. "Are you home?"

"Quiet darling," Sherlock said as his child came into the room. "Wisteria is finally asleep."

Sherlock stopped a minute to look at his oldest. She was wearing her school uniform. She wore a light blue dress, white tights, little black shoes, and a blue jacket. She looked so grown up. Sherlock had no idea she would grow up so fast.

"Oh honey," he said kneeling down in front of her. "You look great. How do you like it?"

"I look like a puff ball," Isabell said looking down at the outfit. "Can I go up stairs and change?"

"Of course," he said getting back to his feet. "Is Uncle Mycroft in the hallway?"

"Yes Papa," Isabell said nodding.

She walked out of the sitting room and headed for the room she shared with her sister. Mycroft walked into the room holding a folder.

"Here," Mycroft said holding a folder out for Sherlock. "She has Asperger's syndrome. There are a couple names of doctors in there that would be good for her to work with."

"John wants to talk to you," Sherlock said taking the folder. "He needs to talk to. You don't have a choice."

Sherlock tucked the folder under his arm. He walked through the kitchen and into the bedroom. John was asleep. He felt bad about waking him up but he knew John wanted to talk to him.

"Wake up Hun," Sherlock said patting his husband's back. "Mycroft is here. Do you want me to send him in."

"Yes," John said with a yawn. "I want to talk to him."

John sat up on the edge as Mycroft walked into the room.

"Go a head," Mycroft said standing in front of her. "I have some where to be."

"You look here," John said. "I have questions and I need the answers. Why are you letting Moriarty live? Why are you allowing Aaliyah to see him? It is destroying her life. Are you insane?"

"You couldn't possibly understand," Mycroft said looking away from him.

"Are you serious?" the doctor asked. "Are you trying to ruin her life? Do you hate her?"

"That isn't your business," Mycroft said turning to leave.

"That's it," John said standing up. "You hate her. You hate her having an affair. That's why you told Sherlock he wasn't your full bother. You wanted to cause pain. That is why you keep him alive. You want to ruin her life."

"You don't know anything about it," Mycroft said turning on him. "You have no idea what I'm feeling or thinking."

"Kill him," John said. "Kill him. It is for the best. If you can't do that at least keep Aaliyah from him."

"You want me to kill him?" The older man asked. "Will that make you happy?"

"I don't want Sherlock to suffer anymore," John said. "You are making him suffer. Are you angry with your mother or Sherlock? You knew that if you let her see him Sherlock would blow up. This whole thing is hurting Aaliyah and Sherlock. It's hurting Isabell as well. She is suffering. Moriarty is the only one having a good time."

"You want him dead?" Mycroft asked looking at his watch.

"I don't want to see Sherlock suffer," John said. "I want this to end. I want that man to disappear."

"You are a loyal man," the elder Holmes said with a sigh. "Yes. I can give you that. I can make him disappear from you lives. Sherlock's happiness is important to me. I suppose I was doing this in a way to hurt Mother. I didn't intend to hurt Sherlock. I never wanted to hurt Isabell. I will end this. I believe it has gone too far. I'm glad Sherlock has someone in his life that loves him so much."

"Do it," John snapped. "End this. It isn't a game. This isn't a game dammit."

Mycroft simply nodded before walking out of the room. John sat on the bed until he no longer heard Mycroft's footsteps. He finally got up and walked into the kitchen. He started making coffee.

Sherlock was sitting on the couch looking through a file of paper work. Wisteria was asleep in her portable bed in the corner. Isabell appeared at the door of the sitting room. She was dressed in normal clothes and had a large bag in her hands.

"Is everything OK?" Isabell asked. "I thought I heard fighting."

"Everything is fine," John said kissing his daughter on the head. "Are those your uniforms?"

"Oh yes," his oldest daughter said handing him the bag. "I got all seven today."

"Alright," he said taking the bag. "I'm going to put these away until school starts. These things were expensive."

John walked back to his bedroom to put the bag away.

"What's wrong with me?" Isabell asked looking down at her feet.

"What do you mean?" Sherlock asked closing the folder.

"I heard the teacher talking," she said sitting down in one of the chairs. "I have some wrong with me."

"Come here," her Papa said patting the couch next to him. "I want to talk to you."

Isabell walked over to the couch and sat down next to her Papa. She wasn't looking at him. She was looking down at her hands.

"You've had a disability since you've lived with us," Sherlock explained. "You're almost deaf. You've never let that get you down. You're hearing aid helps you a lot. This syndrome you have is the same sort of thing. They have things that can help you."

"I guess," Isabell said in a whisper.

John stood in the kitchen looking at his husband and daughter. He wanted to comfort Isabell but he knew they were having a moment. He leaned against the wall and watched.

"I have problems myself," Sherlock said. "I'm not perfect. No matter what you're my daughter. I'll love you, Wisteria, and Dad not matter what. I'll always be here to support you."

"Thank you Papa," Isabell said hugging him. "Can I have a mobile phone?"

"No," he said with a chuckle. "Now go on and play."

"Can I use my laptop?" she asked. "I picked up my room."

"Of course," Sherlock said. "I told you that you didn't have to do your chores for another week. I don't want you to hurt yourself. But I am happy you are so good about them. Go play with your laptop. It's on the table."

Isabell picked up her laptop and skipped along to her room. John smiled walking over to his husband.

"That was very nice," John said sitting down next to him.

"I'm not good at the mussy stuff," Sherlock said looking embarrassed. "But...with my kids and you it feels right."

"I'm glad," John said cuddling up with him. "I love you so much and I'm glad Isabell came into our lives. She really brought us together."

"Do you think we would have ever started dating if it hadn't been for Isabell?" Sherlock asked wrapped an arm around him.

"Nope," the good doctor said with a laugh. "I don't think it would have ever have happened."

"You should have seen the look on Lestrade's face when he heard Isabell cry the first time," Sherlock said with a chuckle. "He looked like he was going to drop from shock."

"Everything will work out," John said looking at one of Isabell's pictures on the fireplace mantel. "Those little girls are worth it. I'm going to look through the folder. I might know some of the doctors that are in. I want Isabell to understand her condition. It'll make it easier on her. Maybe we should put her in some kind of group activity. Dance would be good. I know she wants to do it. What do you think?"

When Sherlock didn't answer him he looked over at him. The man's head as back and his eyes were closed. John smirked getting up. The man's habit of not sleeping had finally caught up with him. He got up and threw a blanket over him.

"Sometimes I wonder if I really have three kids," he said with a chuckle before going to get his coffee.

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I know I'm slapping Isabell with a lot. First she's Moriarty's daughter. Then she is almost deaf. Now she is facing having Asperger's syndrome. Don't worry it. She'll have her fair share of good as well. I'll have one more chapter for this. I plan on writing a whole long set of stories covering their lives. I have fun writing this.