"Italy, Mrs Hudson?!"

Sherlock glanced up. "What is she doing there?"

John held a finger up to him. "What are you doing there?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes. His fingers itched to text someone. Anyone. He couldn't text Mycroft as the eldest Holmes child had stressed on a call that he was unfortunately severely busy before hanging up just as quick as he had called.

So much for big brother's watching.

Rosie coughed from her car seat and Sherlock placed a hand on her head. "You're burning up."

"Icky..."

He raised an eyebrow. "You don't say my darling. We'll be in Orlando soon. Just an hour and fifteen minutes left."

Rosie nodded as if she understood anything he had just said and settled for closing her eyes. "I ti-yed."

"Then you sleep, my dear Rosamund."

John turned to face him, placing his phone on his shoulder. "What's wrong with her?" He frowned, glancing at his daughter.

"A premature cold, Watson. She will be fine." The child's godfather assured him, pulling her blanket to her chin for good measure.

John nodded, placing the phone back on his ear as he waited for Mrs Hudson to stop pestering a hotel worker about a glass of their most expensive Chardonnay wine. "Oh, Italy because that is where Mrs Hudson's at for a childhood friend's eight wedding."

"By the end of next year, she'll have her ninth," Sherlock told him, picking his phone back up.

"How do you know?"

"Money. And the fact that she thinks of herself as some attractive cougar."

John grinned, continuing to talk to Mrs Hudson. "She says that there's a toy boy who seems interested in her friend."

"Hence, husband number nine," Sherlock confirmed.

...

Mycroft unlocked the door and entered, spotting Molly finishing an expertly done stitch.

"I came as soon as I could. I was in the country anyway."

She nodded, sighing as she struggled to get back up which Mycroft quickly aided her.

"I must inform you. My brothers are on their way."

Molly frowned. "Sherrinford and Sherlock? But why?"

He glanced at her unconscious brother who laid on the table. "He's caused a lot of trouble. His identity has been compromised."

"Compromised?"

"Secret Service. Ex-Secret Service, Dr Hooper."

"So why-"

"Sherlock has taken the case after your estranged sister-in-law thought he'd abducted their children. He knows the connection now. He's on his way. And Sherrinford? He's hoping to get to your brother before to secure their mission breach. Both are coming for different reasons. That is why he has to leave. I have arranged for a flight to leave in an hour so he must go."

Molly breathed out, shocked. "I... Sherlock's coming?"

"He has been planning to visit especially since this case took him to the States. Molly, I hope you'd listen and let me salvage your brother's reputation. Sherrinford is more likely to kill him to 'fix the breach' and Sherlock's going to use him as a way to regain your trust. He will use this as a way to get to your children."

The door behind them opened and Simone and Nigel entered, eyes wide at Mycroft. "You called someone?!" She immediately pulled her brother behind her.

Mycroft tutted. "She had called my name out in an abrupt call. I was concerned for the welfare of my sister-in-law."

Simone's eyes widened. "You're married?" She glanced down at the ring on her aunt's ring finger. Why hadn't she noticed that significant little detail?

"Uh," Molly's eyes darted between Mycroft and her niece and nephew. "His brother is the reason why" she pointed to her stomach. "This happened."

Nigel retreated back into his sister's side and stared at the adults. "Will our dad be taken away from us?"

"No! No... Look, he has to talk to someone about what happened here back home in England but you will be with your mum."

"Mum's coming?"

Molly glanced at Mycroft who nodded. "Yes, and she will look after you whilst your dad is away. You'll be a family again once all this misunderstanding is sorted, my lovelies."

Mycroft impatiently checked his watch sighing as he realised that an hour had changed into fifty-four minutes. "Right, we must get you children and your father on that flight. Wake him up."

Simone nudged her father's arm, making him moan and open his eyes, reaching out to take Molly's hand. "Is it over, sis? Did you do it? Has the bleeding stopped?"

"Yes." Molly nodded. "You need to leave." She withdrew her hand.

Harry sat up and faced her, alarmed that a man was standing behind her. "Mycroft. Long time no see."

"Harry." Mycroft acknowledged.

"Can't say it's good to see you again." Harry sighed.

Mycroft raised an eyebrow. "Sherrinford enthuses about your capability-"

"But there's a chance that he's coming to 'deal' with me?" Harry cut him off.

The eldest Holmes child nodded. "I have arranged a flight under false names. Seriously, you must leave with the children Let them go back to their mother and sort out this mess."

It didn't take long for Mycroft to leave, her brother and his children fleeing with him back to London. Back to safety. To secure the breach. She knew that once Sherrinford had realised the slight betrayal of his older brother and possibly his younger brother, he'd go for blood.

She didn't know much about the second eldest child of the Holmes but she knew that although he put himself forward as a lovely, caring chap, he was the most ruthless of them all. He wasn't afraid of backstabbing his family in the back or even his friends. Ex-comrades. Possibly even his country. No-one trusted Sherrinford and he had loved Eurus so much that he'd allowed her frequent days away from the island she stayed trapped on. Allowed her to waltz through the streets of London, confusing their intoxicated brother. Next to Eurus, Sherrinford was the least loved child of the Holmes.

As she was about to step into her bubble bath to shake the events of her recent ordeal away, the doorbell went.

Groaning, she put her robe on and waddled outside the bathroom into her bedroom before stepping into the main room.

Opening the door, she was shocked to see the two men she valued most in her life. Even before her brother.

"Hello, Molly."

Blinking once to make sure that it was real and pinching her hand twice to prove the first sign. She replied, "Sherlock."