Author's Note: Hey guys! Thanks so much for the fantastic feedback last chapter. I'm so glad a lot of you went back and read it again with the music. That Chopin piece is very special. Also 1000 reviews guys! Wow! You're all so amazing. As for this chapter… It's quite short. I had my operation on Wednesday and I'm in so much pain. My mum isn't letting me near my computer – I had to type this on my laptop on the couch so she could see I had my arm elevated and was typing on handed! Send help :P. This is the best I could do so soon after but I still 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 Spent The Day With Siger

After all the time that had past, after Anthea finally forgot about it, Mycroft finally called for Anthea's favour to be repaid. What was it? Some annoying meeting? Some extremely hard mission that Anthea would otherwise not be asked to do? Nope. It was something far more dreaded to Mycroft.

A cricket game with his father.

And you know what? Anthea had a fantastic time. She'd driven to the Holmes' resident, and stopped in to have a cup of tea with Violet and to chat. Siger then drove Anthea and himself to the local cricket pitch to watch the final match of the local league.

They had spent the day sitting on the grass, eating greasy food, and joking around. Anthea hadn't done something like this in a very, very long time. Her uncle wasn't the type to think to take kids to his sports games. Even if he was, he wouldn't have been anywhere near the company Siger Holmes was. He'd talked to Anthea about the teams, informed her which one they were going for, and all the pros and cons. Apparently Sherlock had been in the same year level as one of the members of the team they were going for. His parents ran a pharmacy and knew the Holmes family well from constantly buying bandages, stuff for burns, and that time Mycroft broke his leg… thanks to Sherlock. Anthea could understand, being the person he was, why Mycroft wouldn't want to go to a local cricket match like this, but at the same time… Who would miss out on real family time like this? How many memories did the entire Holmes family have of sitting on this grass with a picnic? This was lovely.

This was without a doubt the most fun Anthea had ever had watching cricket, and many of her boyfriends had forced her to watch the Ashes over the years. Anthea would take this local league over the Boxing Day match any day.

"Siger, hello!" A raspy male voice came ringing. Anthea whipped her head around, tied up curls flicking around her neck. From the grassy hill she looked up to see a pair of older gentlemen in team coloured jackets standing above her and Siger's blanket. Siger beamed a smile and chuckled as he slowly got up to his feet. Perhaps out of habit, Anthea followed suit, folding her hands behind her back.

"Jack, Henry, how are you?" Siger greeted inn a fond, friendly tone as he shook both men's hands firmly.

"Great, thanks, mate." The short, chubbier ones folded his arms across his chest, face red as he smiled broadly.

"Couldn't get Violet or your boy to come, could you?" The taller, balding one spoke. He should have worn a hat. Siger chuckled politely. He placed a hand on Anthea's shoulder and squeezed her close.

"No, but I brought someone just as good." His blue eyes met Anthea's and sparkled with what Anthea presumed was pride. "This is Mycroft's very good friend, Anthea." The men exchanged an impressed look, nodding. Needless to say, Anthea was confused at first, frowning slightly as she fought to keep her smile in place.

"A good friend, 'eh?" The taller one asked, bottom lip jutting out, still looking as if Anthea had achieved something astounding. "You must be a special girl." Ah, of course, they knew Mycroft and Sherlock's attitude towards people. Wait, did they think she was Mycroft's-?

"She's very special." Siger squeezed her shoulder once more. "'Thea, these are old work colleagues." Anthea found herself trying not to blush as she held her hand out to shake the two men's hands, smiling carefully.

"Hi." She laughed lightly. "I'm not that special, just very patient." The men laughed.

"Well," The raspy voice of the fatter one came. "We'll leave you and your son's friend to finish watching the game."

"Call you later, Holmes." The thin one slapped Siger on the shoulder as they headed off to where they came. Once they were out of earshot, Siger leaned into Anthea's ear.

"Violet can't stand them." He muttered, raising his eyebrows. Anthea scoffed in surprised. She hummed, quirking her own eyebrow.

"No, I don't think any of our geniuses could stand being around people like that." Siger smiled and shook his head.

Siger and Anthea pulled up at the Holmes family home, still laughing at little things that had happened over the day. Anthea felt happy and giddy, like she did whenever she spent time with either Mycroft or Jamie's families. Anthea had intended only to walk Siger up to the front door then get into her own car and start the drive to London. She should have known better than that. After all, she did have to come in and say goodbye to Violet. It would be rude not to, and Mycroft and Anthea would probably never hear the end of it.

When the two of them walked into the house, Violet was sitting on the couch. She had a warm cup of tea in her hands and a rather large, complicated looking book in her lap. She looked up and smiled warmly at her loved ones.

"Hello, darlings." She hummed. Siger came behind the couch and leaned over Violet to kiss her on her lips. It was sweet to watch as Violet's hand lingered on the side of Siger's face. "Did you have a lovely time?"

"Wonderful, dear." Siger squeezed his wife and wandered off towards the kitchen – presumably to get him and Anthea refreshments. Violet gestured for Anthea to come over and great her. Anthea leaned over and hugged Violet by the shoulders. Mycroft's mum patted Anthea's cheek and hand before the girl was allowed to pull away.

"Have you eaten enough, Ali, dear?" In private, the Holmes parents had started using 'Ali' over 'Anthea' since they'd met Jamie. It was… very homely to hear on a semi-regular basis. It was nice to be loved as Ali. Anthea waved Violet off and nodded.

"I've eaten more today than I have in ages." Violet's face went serious as her eyes levelled on Anthea.

"I hope Siger paid for you." Anthea felt like a child again, slightly shy as she nodded furiously.

"I tried to pay for some, but he's quicker at getting his wallet out." She laughed. Violet nodded, seeming content with this answer as she turned back to her book.

"Ali, dear, would you like something hot or cold to drink?" Siger popped his head out of the kitchen. Anthea shut her eyes and waved Siger off.

"Neither, thank you." Violet's bright sky blue eyes shot up from her book. "I should start the trek back home." Anthea tucked a curl behind her ear. Violet clicked her tongue. She placed her tea down on the coffee table and closed her book.

"Don't be ridiculous, dear!" Violet chided. "It's too late to go home now. What would Mycie think if I just let you go." Anthea held her hands up and gave Violet a sincerely open look.

"No, it's okay, really." She argued. "I don't want to overstay my welcome."

"Nonsense." Violet chided.

"You could never overstay your welcome." Siger soothed.

"Stay in Myc or Sherly's room tonight." Violet opened her book back up. "You'll have breakfast with us and leave in the morning."

End of discussion apparently.

"So?" Jamie's giggly voice came over the phone. Anthea was lying on her bed in her flat, staring up at her ceiling. Her phone was carefully resting against her ear.

"But I was introduced as his good friend." Anthea sighed in exasperation.

"Aren't you? His only friend, I mean?" Of course. Jamie took the chance to make a silly comment. Anthea rolled her eyes and laughed softly at her best friend.

"But the people took it to mean more than that." Jamie scoffed on the other side of the phone.

"After what happened, Einstein is lucky to be called your friend still." Cute, protective, little blonde.

"Then I stayed at their house and had breakfast." Anthea continued. She heard Jamie shift positions on her on bed.

"That's nothing new."

"But it's the first time without Mycroft there."

A pause.

"We already know they want you in the family. Maybe they've just given up on waiting for Mycroft and decided to adopt you." Anthea cracked up laughing, slapping herself in the forehead.

"Yeah, maybe." She giggled. "I deserve to be adopted by a nice family."

"As long as they realise I come as part of the package." Jamie added as Anthea chuckled lightly. "I'm serious, Ali. Take me with you; don't leave me with my brother."

"I'd never leave you, Jay."

"Good."

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