A/N Time for another chapter, enjoy. And a very warm Thank you goes out to Raeya and AngryHobbit. Thanks a lot, guys.

John awoke before Sherlock, the next morning. It took a while until John realized, something was different. Sherlock ... I'm lying in Sherlock's bed, he thought as he glanced over his still sleeping lover. Sherlock's breathing was calm and steady, a small, satisfied smile was playing around his lips. His arm was placed loose on John's hips, his long legs were somehow tied with John's. He stirred slowly and blinked.
"Good morning, John." Sherlock stroked John's hips, causing a lustful sigh and a unique reaction.
"Um ... Sherlock ... Carys?"
Sherlock sat up briefly and glanced at his still soundly slumbering daughter.

"She's still asleep, John. We can be quiet, other parents can manage that as well?" He placed his lips on John's and kissed him. Carefully and behave.
"I have no idea, how they do it," John murmured between kisses. Then he had to hold his breath, Sherlock's hand moved south and John´s feelings ran wild.
"Try to relax a bit, John," Holmes whispered in John's ear and made him moan again. His hand vanished into John's pajamas and covered his hardness.

"S-Sherlock ..."

"Not good, John?" Sherlock wanted to know and his kisses became more demanding. He plundered John's mouth uncontrollably and continued his attack on John's best piece.
At some point, John just let go. As a soldier, he knew when it was better to lay down the weapons.

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"Without ulterior motives, Sherlock?" John grumbled a while later and gave Sherlock a little slap.
"After all, we did it without waking Cary, John. We´re doing quite well, I suppose." Sherlock giggled. "I'm hungry like a wolf, John."
"You just had something sweet, Sherlock."
"Idiot."
"Yourself. If you let me get out of bed, I take care of breakfast, Sherlock."
Holmes couldn´t escape the logic in this. John had to get up when he wanted to make breakfast. Didn´t work with telepathy, sadly. "Well, exceptionally." He was squeezing a quick kiss on John´s lips. "Now you´re free to leave."

John just put on water for tea when the doorbell rang. Actually, they expected no one. John looked out of the window. Below was Mycroft's limousine and John rolled his eyes. "Sherlock? The British Government is facing the door, shall I let them in?"
From the bedroom came something, sounding like 'the British Government can lick my butt', but John was sure, Sherlock didn´t say anything like that. Then John started laughing, Sherlock did say something like that. John pushed the door opener.

Mycroft came upstairs, placing several bags on the table. "Some things, I bought for breakfast. Don´t want my niece to starve," he told John, who stared at the bags. "Where is she? Still asleep?"
"After you've rung the bell, like an idiot? Certainly not, brother. What brings you here?" Sherlock came out of the bedroom, wrapped in his bed sheets and Carys on his arms. The little girl was looking very sleepy and very similar to her dad.

Mycroft raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you should consider to put on something more decent, brother dear. Hello Carys. It's me, your Uncle Mycroft. Do you remember me?"

The little girl nodded, "My Carys Teddy brings. Where is Teddy, Sherlock Papa?"
"I guess, he´s still sleeping, honey. You took care of Emma´s apartment, Mycroft?"
Mycroft nodded. "Trusted people are at work, while we speak. I´m having everything stored, as we discussed on the phone, yesterday. Any information of Emma's whereabouts?"

He stretched out his arms to Carys, "You wanna come to your Uncle, sweetie?"

Sherlock gave his brother a serious look before he handed Carys over. "I´ve got an eye on you," he threatened Mycroft.
"Incidentally, me, too," John added. "And now we should sit down, the eggs are getting cold. And by that, I don´t mean the scrambled ones, Sherlock."

A delicate blush covered Sherlock's face. "I ... um ... understand what you mean. Give me three minutes."

Sherlock made it in 2:46, to sit perfectly dressed at the table. "Will you pour me some tea, John?"

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Carys chattered merrily to herself, devoted to her corn flakes with milk, while the gentlemen present, conferred.

"So you'll pay Mason & Mason a visit?" Mycroft wanted to know.

"That´s the the plan, brother dear. The chancery is Emma's last employer, maybe someone knows her whereabouts."
"Or why she no longer works there," John added.

Mycroft nodded, "but you´re not planning on taking the little girl along, right?"
"Why not?"
"Maybe because she could get hurt, Sherlock? You cannot take a toddler along, while investigating. She is the only niece, I have, I won´t allow you, to put her in danger, brother!" Mycroft gave his brother a fierce look.

"Ok, slow down, girls. I don´t like to be on Mycroft´s side, but he´s right. It was too much, we exposed her to O'Donnell. As long as Mrs. Hudson is not here, we need a babysitter."

"I will not entrust my child to a stranger, John. Absolutely not!"

"I could take her to the club, Sherlock. She is a good child, she will not bother me at all." Mycroft suggested. And I would just drive past at Mummy´s with her, he added silently. In order to reconcile at least a little. She was terribly mad at Sherlock, who had thrown her out. But Mycroft was enough of a realist to know that his mother must have quite provoked Sherlock.

Was there any chance for peace in this family?

Sherlock's eyes flashed, "trust you, with my child? You blow up innocent Teddy bears with fireworks, Mycroft!"
"For God´s sake, Sherlock! It was years ago and it was a damn plush bear!"

"His name was Homer and this 'damn plush bear' was all, that mattered to me, Mycroft." Sherlock stood up and disappeared into the bedroom. He slammed the door close behind him and Carys promptly began to cry.

"That´s great, Mycroft. Did you both really ever talk to each other? And I don´t mean trivia, I mean a real conversation among siblings?"
"I do not know what you mean, John."
"Oh, no? I always thought Sherlock exaggerates when he calls you his arch-enemy, but gradually I'm not so sure."

Mycroft stood up and made an attempt to leave.

John stood in his way. "Don´t you dare to piss off now, Mycroft Holmes. Move your butt into the bedroom and talk to Sherlock. Clarify it, whatsoever it is. Carys may not need an uncle who constantly argues with her father. Children need a stable environment, Mycroft. Apparently both of you hadn´t and I'm sorry for you. But this little girl will have a happy childhood. And now go, talk to Sherlock, before I´m gonna kick your government arse."

Mycroft glanced at his weeping niece, who pressed herself against John's chest and sobbed heartbreaking. He stroked her hair and kissed her head. "I'm very sorry, my dear. I'm trying to fix it."

Mycroft went to the bedroom and knocked at the door.