Author's Note: Hey guys! How's it going? You guys liked the Anthea investigations. You liked the Mythea interactions more but that is totally understandable ;). So thanks a lot! This chapter… I'm actually pretty pleased with this. I think I fleshed it out pretty well and I think you'll like it. At least I hope you like it. Please read, review, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: Clearly I don't own Sherlock. The show is the baby of Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss, while Sherlock Holmes itself is the creation of Arthur Conan Doyle.

The First Time She Officially Became A Godmother

Anthea and Molly sat at the front of the church. They had gotten here with James, Jamie, and Jamie's brother so they were early. They'd parked themselves down in the front since Molly needed somewhere to sit anyway and Anthea would rather sit in the pews with her and wait for the Christening to start then stand at the front with Jamie and have to talk to all their friends and family. Molly said that if anyone asked she could just say she was saving Mycroft a spot with Molly. He'd want to sit with someone who wouldn't make him talk anyway so no one would question its validity.

Jamie had a no black unless its suits theme today. It aimed mostly at Anthea. She had said she didn't want the God Mother to look like she was dressed for a funeral at a baby's christening. When Anthea tried to complain to Carol, a woman Anthea thought appreciated darkness as much as she did, Carol agreed stating that this wasn't work and even she was planning to find something 'happy' in her wardrobe. Mycroft had chuckled. Molly, like she had said, had worn yellow today. Anthea had relented and took the opportunity to buy something new. So she sat here in a pale blue dress with white heels and a white coat.

"You look nice in light colours." Molly offered quietly as she admired the delicate fabric of the dress. "It makes you look-"

"Less scary?" Anthea asked, a quirked eyebrow. Molly snorted. Her previously sombre expression pulled into a gentle smile.

"I was going to say sweet, but I guess it's kind of the same." She said. Anthea rolled her eyes but she smirked none the less.

"I have this pink dress that makes Mycroft treat me differently." Anthea hummed. Molly laughed in shock. "I wore it on our first official non-date and I think it makes him feel uncomfortable all over again."

"That's actually kind of sweet." Molly meant it both honestly and teasing in the way that only people who knew the Holmes brothers could understand.

"I told Mary that story and she reacted kind of the same. Except she couldn't miss the opportunity to tease me a little and said I probably look like a princess." Molly laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.

"I sometimes forget how funny she was." Molly sighed. "No wonder she fit in with Sherlock and John so well. She gave them a taste of their own medicine and the masochists loved it." She shook her head as she fondly thought of memories. "I really hope Rosie gets a lot of that." Anthea sighed and nodded.

"Me too." She said. "I think the boys would like that."

A lull.

A baby's cry was heard from the front. Jamie walked away from talking with Poppy to sooth Hope. A woman that went to school with Anthea and Jamie approached Jamie to offer if she could help. Anthea scoffed and sneered as she looked away. This is why she sat down. She wasn't in the mood to talk to people like Jamie's uni friend or this girl who'd thought she was so cool at school. Even the other people from school, Anthea never cared for them.

"Woah." Molly laughed at Anthea's reaction.

"School… friend." Anthea explained. Molly frowned as she examined the woman who had a toddler waddling after her.

"Bully?" Molly asked, concerned. Anthea chuckled and shook her head.

"Nah. If I remember correctly I got the last cookie at dinner one night and refused to share with her so the next day at sports she tried to hit me in the face with a football. We've hated each other since then." Molly pulled a face. Anthea shrugged. "She can still get her own stupid cookie." Molly laughed, ending it with an exhale.

"Kids are weird."

"No different than Sherlock."

"True." The girls locked eyes and smirked.

The church began to fill up with friends and family. Thus began the rule James set in place where no one was allowed to ask people for their last name. Agents and people who didn't exist were all here. James' friends and family had long been used to this sort of this. Jamie's friends and family not so much. The agents in attendance all found it amusing.

Carol and her family arrived and sat with some agents. Since they were people Anthea actually liked she excused herself and went to say hi. It was so out of place to see Carol in lighter colours, let alone a dress. But her daughter, Katie, looked so pretty. Anthea gave her a hug and told her how beautifully she was growing up. Anthea muttered polite hellos to the other agents she knew and made a bit of small talk with the ones she worked with regularly then went back to Molly under the guise of saving a seat for Mycroft.

"Um, excuse me." A familiar voice was heard at the back of the church. Anthea and Molly, both recognising the voice, turned in their seats to look. John was trying to get passed a few people standing at the door and as he made his way in Sherlock followed behind him. The detective had his hands in his coat and looked as bored as usual.

"John." Anthea whispered to Molly. "I knew Jamie invited him but we didn't expect him to come."

"He's been doing better lately." Molly explained, yet she looked just as stunned to see him. John spotted them at the front. He waved awkwardly at them, Anthea rose a hand and Molly waved back. John gestured and said something to Sherlock and they began walking up the aisle towards them.

"Why's Sherlock here?" Anthea asked, watching them.

"With John, me, and Mycroft all here who is going to watch him?" Molly said. Ah, right. The drug issue that had reared its ugly head once more. No wonder Sherlock looked a little pale. Withdrawals were nothing to sneeze at. Regardless of the circumstances, however, it was still nice to see Sherlock and John hanging out together again and both looking in a relatively good place. It was like the universe balancing back into a new equilibrium.

John and Sherlock finally reached them. John smiled and breathlessly said hello before sitting next to Molly. Sherlock still stood and looked around, hands in his pocket. Anthea wondered if his hands were shaking and that's why he kept them there. Anthea took her eyes off Sherlock's hand to talk to John.

"Didn't think you'd make it." She said quietly and gently. John shrugged.

"Jamie came to… my last church date." He tried to turn the hard words into something less painful. "And Mary liked her. Thought maybe the girls could be each other's first friends." He said. Molly sighed wistfully. Anthea's eyes began to get heavy and misty. She sniffed a laugh as she blinked her eyes free.

"I think that's a great idea." Anthea said. She and John shared a silent moment. Who better to be friends than the child of an assassin and the child of an agent? Anthea shook her head to try further to keep her eyes dry. "Tell that to Jamie and she'll be all over it. She might even cry." Sherlock hummed in response to Anthea's words. His eyes narrowed on Jamie at the front.

"No, I'd say she'd hug him." He said. "Not a normal hug, one of those attack hugs that people don't escape from easily." He brought his hands out to gesticulate a choking action and Anthea could see that they were indeed shaking. Ah the poor thing, in a hell of his own creation. He put everyone else through hell for it too.

"Sherlock." John spoke in the attention demanding voice akin to teachers and soldiers. He was going to be a good father. The genius' sharp blue eyes went straight to John. "Why don't you sit down?" He was concern.

"I'm looking for Mycroft." Sherlock mutter, eyes wandering through the gathering guests. "I want to demonstrate that I can come see his God daughter's christening and he couldn't come to mine."

"He's not Hope's Godfather." Molly said. Sherlock responded by rolling his eyes.

"Please. His only ever romantic partner is the Godmother and aunt, and it's the offspring of his lapdog. Just because they didn't ask him doesn't mean he's not." He looked over to James. The agent caught his eye back. He nodded hello. "James knows better than to ask sentimental questions." He was at least partially right, sure, but Anthea's roll was always to defend Mycroft. So she sighed and rolled her eyes in return.

"Mycroft's not here yet." Anthea explained flatly, looking up at Sherlock. The genius scoffed.

"If he doesn't come to this and I was here I'm never letting him hear the end of it." Sherlock said like the rival brother he was as he sat down next to John.

"Just stay off your phone this time," Molly leaned over and chided Sherlock. "Okay?" The detective focused on Molly's face. He searched it and as he did he lost some of irritation and calmed down. He took a deep breath and sat with his back against the pew.

"I don't have a reason to be on it anyway." He said.

He had it timed. He absolutely had to have had it timed. Either that or he had one of the agents message him with a warning signal. Just after Anthea had to get out of her seat to go to the front since the actual christening was about to start Mycroft made his way into the church.

Dressed in a grey suit, umbrella in hand, he immediately spotted the group of familiar and safe people and walked over to him. He earned himself a glare from Jamie which he skilfully ignored while Anthea rolled her eyes at James and James laughed quietly. Mycroft sat down to next to Molly without a word, both hands resting on the top of the umbrella. Sherlock leaned forward, all prepped to say something witty and poignant comment. Mycroft shushed him with a deep from on his face and nodded to the front. Dejected and defeated, Sherlock leaned back and muttered something to John. John smirked.

Mycroft's steel eyes scanned the front. He seemed satisfied once he spotted Anthea in her blue dress. She smiled, he nodded.

If Anthea ever agreed with Mycroft's "you've seen one, you've seen them all" attitude around these types of events, it was when it applied to christenings. There was nothing new at any of them. You watched as the parents and two other people held a baby and let some guy pour water on its head. It held significance to the adults, yeah, but the baby had no idea what was going on. This help no spiritual or symbolic meaning for the baby, it usually barely even knew the people being named its God parents. They were just another set of faces.

Turns out, the whole thing is a lot different when you love the baby involved. To see Hope dressed in a white gown, looking like a little angel, it was a photo Anthea was probably going to keep on her phone for years to come. Those beautiful brown eyes looking around having no idea what was going on but very pleased to see the faces she knew well. To hold her, standing next to Jamie's brother, as the priest christened her, it was absolutely a symbolic moment for her. This kid who wouldn't exist if Anthea hadn't set up her parents, she had connected Anthea to a family.

She was an important kid. Even Mycroft, despite everything he said, cared for her. He wouldn't be here if he wasn't invested. Even John and Sherlock with all their problems had come along. Hope. The little ray of sunshine that brought the shadows out of hiding. Naturally a bright spark like James and a force of nature like Jamie would create this.

After the christening was over and people began to disperse Anthea took the chance to go see her boyfriend. She'd have to go to the after party type event at Jamie's afterwards but she didn't know if Mycroft was going to come to that or not. It didn't matter since he'd come to this but she'd need to check.

Anthea walked over to the group still sitting in the pews. She stood next to Mycroft and rested her hand on his shoulder. He patted her hand with his own and looked up at her with something close to half a smile as a greeting. Anthea smiled back. Sherlock scoffed.

"Leave them alone, Sherlock." Molly rolled her eyes. John pulled a face at the pathologist, agreeing with her. Anthea ignored him.

"I'm glad you showed your face." Anthea said. Mycroft hummed and raised his eyebrows.

"I weighed the options and the consequences of attended were less painful than the consequences I would have received should I have not attended." He answered. Anthea laughed in her throat. No kidding. Between Anthea's immediate but fleeting disappointment, Jamie's eternal disappointment, and Sherlock's new item to hold over Mycroft's head the genius would not have had a very good time had he not turned up.

"I'll say." Sherlock muttered. Mycroft frowned at his brother.

"Why are you even here?" Mycroft hissed at him. Sherlock pointed at John with his thumb.

"He was on babysitting duty." The younger Holmes said. He took his phone out of his coat pocket and looked at the screen. "And five minutes ago I became Molly's duty." Mycroft looked away, looking quite exasperated.

Jamie approached the group, baby-less. A look across the room and Anthea could see that James had Hope and was showing her off to his best friend's partner. It was cute.

"Hey." Jamie clasped her hands together in front of her. Her voice was breathy. Was she nervous?

"Hey." Anthea answered back to the blonde.

"Hi." John said. Jamie's hazel eyes settled on the doctor.

"Thanks for coming, John." She sounded more like herself as she said that. "You didn't have to."

"Yeah, I know." John shrugged a single shoulder. "But I'm glad I did." He got himself a very sad and very appreciative look out of Jamie and Molly for that. Jamie rubbed her nose.

"Um, listen." She pushed her hair behind her shoulder. "We're having food back at the house for family and close friends after this. I don't know if 'Thea has told you but James and I are both pretty good cooks. Or I am and he's a good instruction taker." She grinned at Anthea. "And you know," She kicked the floor. "Since 'Thea is my sister and Myc is her live-in boyfriend that makes you guys pretty important. Do you guys want to come along?" She asked. John winced.

"I'd love to but I need to go get Rosie from Mrs. Hudson." He apologised.

"I totally get it." Jamie waved him off. "What about you two?" She asked Molly and Sherlock. "Or are you going to leave Frosty to the goldfish?" Sherlock glanced at his brother then shrugged, digging his hands into his pocket.

"If Molly wants to go I'll go with her." He said.

"Oh." Molly looked at Sherlock. "Um, sure." She blinked a few times. "We can stop buy for a bit." She refocused on Jamie. "Thanks."

"No problem!" Jamie peeped happily. "If I knew you were all coming I'd have told you about the house thing ages ago."

"I'm going to give you two guesses to work out what came up in the search." Donavon's phone call was two days since the christening. It was starting to get late and Anthea was in her old pyjamas making cheese and crackers for a snack when the phone call came in.

"Fake name?" Anthea guessed as she put the box of crackers away.

"Nope." Donavon responded. Anthea's eyebrows raised.

"Real name?" She asked in surprised.

"I think that would be a no, too." The detective said. Anthea stopped wandering around the kitchen to listen. "It's a real name, it's just not hers."

"I'm listening." Anthea hummed.

"Emily Rundell was a child who went missing at the age of three and was never found. Until now apparently." Donavon's venom could rival Mycroft. Anthea scoffed.

"Ugh." She shook her head. "So that's how she got a job; using a lost child's identity."

"Sweet, right?"

"Beautiful." Anthea rubbed at her forehead.

"So what's your next move? Get your boss involved?" Donavon asked. Anthea began shaking her head like the officer could see her before she answered.

"No. He's busy at work. He knows about my suspicions but he's my last resort." Anthea looked up at the roof and sighed. "I think I'll give our information to my favourite MI6 people and see what happens from there."

"Well let me know, okay?" A squeak was heard. Donavon had leaned back in her office chair. "You've got me invested."

"I will. Thanks."

Emily's not you real name, is it? – A.

Anthea's not your real name. Why do you judge when your false identity is written all over your face. – E.

You chose the identity of a child who probably died. – A.

She was a kid? I chose her for the cleverness of the name. We don't all have the connections to create an identity complete with birth certificates out of thin air. Ex-assassins often use the same technique I did. – E.

What are you doing? – A.

I've been honest with you. I have family in London. You of all people should know lying about your name doesn't mean lying about who you are and your motivations. – E.

If you have nothing to hide what is your real name? – A.

Oh, Anthea. You must think I live in a Wonderland to fall for that. – E.

Have I hurt you in any way? Have I caused any problems? No doubt you have friends who don't know your name. – E.

I don't trust a thing you say. – A.

And you have every right to feel that way. I'd doubt how you ended up with the life you have without some level of astute observations and liquid intelligence. I honestly just want to be your friend. – E.

Why? – A.

Why does your genius like you? Why does the great Sherlock Holmes have no qualms about you? I want to know that, too. – E.

Come on Emily, give me a name. Prove that you're not dangerous and maybe I'll be your friend. – A.

Fear not, I'm afraid my time in London is reaching its conclusion shortly. I won't have time to visit with you again. – E.

We can make time. Maybe I can come and see you before you leave. Just a name. First name, last name. Anything. – A.

You are persistent. I like that. I wish I had more time for you. Unfortunately family comes first. – E.

James, I need your help with something. Private investigation. Meet up tomorrow? – A.

Coffee cool? I have Hope. – James.

Sure. That's fine. Speedy's? – A.

Baker Street? Yeah, fine. – James.

Thanks. – A.

Anthea opened Google on her phone. Even though her phone was a secure as phones could get there was no need to do this on a secure device. All she was doing was looking up a name. Emily had said something about choosing Emily Rundell for something clever or witty.

Name meanings Rundell

The assistant to Mycroft Holmes hit search. A list of results came up. The first result spoke of spaciousness and valleys. That clearly wasn't it. What clever meaning did that have?

The next search result spoke of the German meaning. Runes and secrets, even a mention of cryptograms. Sherlock had sent Mycroft a cryptogram puzzle once and Mycroft solved it without even writing it down.

That had to be it. It had to be that answer. Emily liked Rundell because it spoke of secrets and it was her secret identities. Similarly to how Mycroft used a bit of tongue in cheek humour when setting up Anthea's identity. Anthea Nox James that's the name that was on all her official documents. A very similar idea to Emily's.

Anthea didn't like cryptograms. She could solve them, but she hated them.

Author's Note: So what do we think? I'm pretty sure most of you will be happy to see some of those other canon characters back. What did you think of all that happened? Thanks to our guest reviewers; shortblondeone, Neri, B, and Madalina. Thanks to everyone who reads and reviews! I hope to see you all in five days for what might end up being an interesting chapter depending on what my mind calculates…