This is a very short update, I apologize but the next chapter will make up for it I promise.
Chapter Two: Three Days Old
Mycroft watched as his brother stormed away from the crime scene, more specifically Sally Donovan and Phillip Anderson, and walked in no particular direction until he reached a small café. The CCTV images were clear and from the camera across the seat he had a good view of Sherlock sat at the table, watching Maeve in her pram as a barista approached and they conversed for a few seconds.
His brother lent forwards, reached into the pram but didn't pick Maeve up yet. The image was not detailed enough for him to see Maeve in the pram or what his brother was doing, but he could deduce that he was attempting to wake the sleeping babe. He talked to her and then, his eyes widened in surprise at the baby but he kept on with his ministrations, running his finger over her small face.
The barista returned with a coffee, placing it on the table and taking a step back with a smile. They talked again for a short period of time and Sherlock produced the ingredients for Maeve's lunch, he made the mild with efficiency, shook the bottle and handed it to the woman. She took it, ducked away and Sherlock's attention was once again on his daughter.
Mycroft watched as his brother took out his phone and snapped a picture of his daughter, paying no attention to the return of the barista. She left the bottle on the table and returned to work.
"Involved," Mycroft murmured to himself, more thinking out loud than anything.
Anthea looked up at him with a wary smile, "Sir?"
Mycroft shook his head, refusing to take his attention away from the live feed, "nothing."
"Is he ok?" She asked.
"Fine," he informed her gently as though his voice would alert Sherlock to his observations and wake the obviously, very tired baby Maeve.
He watched as Sherlock reached into the pram, he lifted her out and held her still for a moment in an attempt to get her to focus on his face a little better. That's when she reached out, dragging her hand up and hitting him on the nose. He expected anger or in the very least annoyance from his brother, instead he radiated amusement with a huffed laugh. There was no way that the movement would have hurt him but his brother had a short temper, not it turned out in relation to his offspring.
He said something to the infant, Mycroft leaned in slightly and read his brothers lips.
You are so loveable.
Sherlock drew her closer to his body, resting against his chest and breathing against his neck as tiny hands moved over his chest in inquisitive and shaky movements. He said something else and moved her into the appropriate position to feed her.
His brother no longer seemed affected by what had occurred at the crime scene.
The vibration of his phone on the desk snapped Mycroft's attention back to his office, he picked up the phone and placed it to his ear after exactly three rings.
"John." He greeted.
"Mycroft." The doctor spoke quickly, obviously very worried, "Do you happen to know where Sherlock is?"
"He's fine John."
He said no more.
"That doesn't answer my question."
Mycroft glanced at the screen for a moment, Sherlock was feeding Maeve with great care, pausing to make sure she wasn't drinking to fast and dabbing the trails of milk down her chin. He sighed, "He stopped off at a small café."
"He just stormed off, I didn't get the chance…" John started frantically.
Mycroft interrupted, his voice completely calm as per usual. "He needed to blow off some steam, the walk helped with that and now he's enjoying the company of his daughter. He'll be back shortly."
"Thank you." John's voice was full of sincerity and relief.
"Its fine, John." He informed the younger man before hanging up and placing the phone back on his desk, in its appropriate place beside his laptop.
He watched his brother manoeuvre the pram up the stairs and through the doorway. He stopped the feed and placed the tablet at the side of his desk. Anthea picked it up and placed it underneath her arm as she looked down at her boss.
"The nursery is finished and the deliveries from Mothercare arrived earlier," she informed him.
Mycroft nodded and looked down at the files on his desk.
"Back to work then," he said simply.
Anthea nodded and left the room.