"One day, Sherlock. One day and suddenly we've got two kids." John was pacing. Diana and Hamish had just gone to bed (not together, they just went to sleep)
"Adopting Hamish was your idea."
"I know but... Never mind. We'll see how this works out."
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"Mycroft."
"Hello, Sherlock."
"What do you want?" Diana and Hamish had gone to sleep fifteen minutes ago (they had taken John's old room upstairs, as John and Sherlock now shared a room) and Mycroft had phoned Sherlock as he and John were sitting and working on the case.
"I heard you and John have taken in some strays. What moved you to such I characteristic sentimentality?"
"I'd say it's none of your business."
"Oh, come now, little brother. I simply want to hear about my new niece and nephew."
Sherlock sighed. "The boy, Hamish, is apparently skilled in chemistry, which could be helpful in my experiments."
"God, Sherlock, they're children, not indentured servants!"
"I wasn't finished. His parents died three days ago, and he doubts that many other families would be willing to adopt an antisocial, seventeen-year-old chemist, and John has wanted children ever since Mary lied to him."
"And the girl?"
"The girl's name is Diana."
"Not your Diana, surely?"
"As improbable as it would seem, yes."
"Ah. Mummy will be so excited."
"Don't you dare tell her."
"How could I not?"
"Damn it, Mycroft."
A/N: That one was short!
I know its a bit strange right now but starting next chapter it's going to get into some cases.
R&R!