Author's Note: WARNING: If you have not watched "The Lying Detective" then this chapter will make little sense to you. Hey everyone! I am so happy with how well last chapter went down! Like really happy, thank you! Now I literally only wrote this chapter tonight. I knew I wanted the ending of this chapter but I didn't know what was going to be the meat/first of the chapter. Then I asked a few people in real life and on Tumblr and they wanted at least a mention of a certain someone. I went a step further. I'm pretty excited about it. And like Magnussen you know I like to set things up earlier than they happen in Sherlock. I saw TLD almost exactly 24 hours before I wrote this so here's hoping its okay! 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 Met Euros

It hadn't been that long since Anthea had seen her best friend, Jamie. It would have been two weeks at the most since the two like saw each other face to face. Yet as Anthea walked into the salon where Jamie was employed as a makeup artist she could see a change in the short blonde woman. Jamie was finally beginning to look, well, pregnant! She wore her nice black dress with her hair tied back in a pony and all nude colour make up. As the black fabric clung to the blonde's usually slender figure it looked like the small woman had a rather large lunch, which was impossible since that's why Anthea was there, to go to lunch. Her abdomen was filling out just enough that people would start asking questions now. Something about seeing that, seeing the girl who had as a teenager once bet Anthea that she could shove more sour gummi worms in her mouth than she could with the beginnings of a new little life in her made Anthea's chest fill with warmth and bubble. Between James' optimism and Jamie's effervescence for life that little baby was going to be a happy little soul.

Jamie, who was talking to another woman dressed in black and looking pretty, saw Anthea and her face light up with a light Anthea hadn't seen in years. Pregnancy hormones probably. Anthea grinned back. She nodded as a sort of apology to Jamie's boss who knew her, and walked into the salon where the makeup was stationed. As Anthea came within her reach, Jamie hugged her best friend like it had been far longer than two weeks.

"Jamie, look at you!" Anthea beamed as she pulled away from the hug, not paying attention to the brunette woman to Jamie's left watching her. "You're-"

"Getting fat?" Jamie cut Anthea off. "I know!" She laughed, eyes full of a glittering happiness. Anthea smirked and pointed a finger right at Jamie's nose.

"Don't let Mycroft hear you say that." Anthea warned. "If he hears you're calling yourself fat already because of a small bump he's going to rant to James and then he'll probably spend a month exercising." Jamie rolled her hazel eyes but she held a knowing expression. She went to speak.

"Is that a friend of your husbands?" But the brunette woman spoke first in a distant, not all there voice. Jamie and Anthea turned to look at the woman who clearly worked in the salon. She was nothing too special to look at, a pretty woman, but she held herself awkwardly and it diminished what could be very unique and stunning features. For someone who worked in a salon she had certainly no real interest in dressing to the nines. Her clearly died hair was something between a light brown and blonde while her roots showed a darker brown. What Anthea noticed immediately though, was the woman's eyes. Stunning deep blue eyes like oceans that held hidden depths. They weren't sky blue but deep and misty. They were positively striking and enough on their own to make the woman seem like an old soul and beautiful. They were also strikingly familiar. Anthea could get lost in those eyes.

"Ah, sorry, Emily!" Jamie rubbed at her own forehead. "I forgot you were there. Pregnancy brain." The blonde joked it off. The woman, Emily, gave a small shy smile. It seemed very fake to Anthea. Jamie nodded to Emily.

"Um…. 'Thea," She picked who Anthea was today. "This is Emily, she's our new apprentice makeup artist." The woman seemed old for an apprentice, she seemed close to Anthea and Jamie's age if not older. Then again people had a change of careers at all sorts of age. It could also account for the fake smile – she was shy and nervous about starting again. It still felt a little off but Anthea was suspicious of everything. "Emily this is Anthea. She works with my husband and she's my best friend." As Anthea returned to polite smile to Emily Jamie added "Don't ask her which one came first, she won't give you a straight answer." Emily laughed a very melodic laugh, her smile becoming more natural.

"Is that so?" She held out a hand. Anthea took it and shook it. "It's nice to meet you, Anthea." She took her time on Anthea's name like appreciating on analysing every syllable.

"Likewise, I'm sure." Anthea kept her shadowy assistant walls chest high just in case she needed them.

"Hey, 'Thea," Jamie tapped Anthea on the shoulder lightly and playfully. "Can Em come to lunch with us? She's just moved back to London after a long time away and she doesn't really know anyone." Anthea looked from Jamie to the woman with the striking eyes. Something in the back of Anthea's mind said no, a voice that sounded like Mycroft, but she put it down to the Holmsian paranoia she'd picked up from working for Mycroft. So she kept her fake smile firmly in place and shrugged.

"If anyone knows how hard it is to make friends it's me."

"Anthea, you're going to love Emily." Jamie chirped happily from her seat at the restaurant as they waited for their meals to arrive. They sat at a circular table so no one was effectively left out in this situation. It seemed Jamie wasn't going to leave out either of them anyway. Jamie leaned in to Emily and nodded at Anthea. "Anthea loves collecting weird people and you're the good kind of weird." Both Anthea and Emily laughed in a little bit of shock and disbelief and in a bit of humour.

"Thank you?" Emily looked down her nose at Jamie as she continued to laugh breathlessly.

"I think we both got insulted there." Anthea crinkled her nose.

"You think?" Emily joked. Jamie looked proud, like she'd just successfully set up a blind date.

"Don't pretend that you don't, 'Thea." Jamie teased, scrunching up her cute faces. "With Einstein, Sherlock, Mary, and even Molly you don't ever have any normal conversations. We can even add James and Carol there too." Emily's expression faulted a little during Jamie's words. But she looked down at her hands and then looked back up with her fake smile back in place.

"Sherlock?" The strange new woman cocked her head to the side. "Like the hat detective?" Anthea took a deep breath. She nodded.

"Yeah," Jamie spoke before she did. "She's been dating his brother for a while now. Working for him for even longer. She's like his Dr. Watson." Jamie was just gloating about her best friend and yet Anthea nervously tucked her curls out of her face and behind her ear. Emily looked a little star struck, at least her expression did. It didn't meet her eyes – there was something calculating in her eyes. Either that or Anthea was too fascinated by the depth of these blue eyes to truly understand what they were saying to her.

"Wow!" Emily hummed. "Do you two solve crimes, too?" Anthea rubbed at her neck and shook her head.

"We work in the government. Boring stuff." Anthea crinkled her nose. Emily straightened her head and looked down her nose at Anthea.

"You don't get to do anything fun? You don't know any fun secrets?" Anthea pouted her lips and shook her head. "Not even knowing Sherlock Holmes?" Emily continued to probe. "You don't know any fun secrets about Moriarty? Like if he really was a paid actor or something?" Anthea dropped the fake smile. She took her time to take her phone out of her wallet and check the time.

"We work for the government, we're not the whole government." Anthea sighed as she put her phone away. "We only see what our access allows us to see." Emily pouted and deflated a little.

"Doesn't sound like much fun, does it?" She asked.

"They don't tell me anything either." Jamie gave a lopsided grin. Anthea's senses felt like they had been light on fire. She shot Jamie a warning look full of daggers. The blonde widened her eyes and shrugged a silent apology.

"So, Emily…" Anthea continued to stare some daggers into Jamie as she changed the topic of conversation. "Did you find yourself a flat? Or are you staying with friends or family until you find one?"

"No." Emily almost barked a laugh as she smiled at her glass of water. "My family… I've been on my own for a very long time."

"See," Jamie blinked innocently at Anthea. "I knew you'd have stuff to get along about." Anthea pursed her lips.

"I haven't been on my own, Jay." She muttered. "I always had you." Jamie melted in nothing but a smile and a warm expression. She patted Anthea's hand fondly.

"Em, this is why you need to go out and make some friends." She said as she squeezed Anthea's hand. "Some bonds are unbreakable." Emily sniffed a silent laugh and faintly raised an eyebrow.

"That's why I'm in London, now." She answered so quietly Anthea had to strain to hear her. "I have some old relationships to mend."

When Anthea returned to the office she found Mycroft and Violet sitting on the couch with a cup of tea each. Anthea had known that Violet was coming to London to see Sherlock at some point, and that Violet wanted to see John and Mary before the baby was finally due. Anthea didn't know when Violet was coming, for how long the visit would be, or where she was planning to stay. These are details Mycroft usually filed away as unimportant and stored away deep in his brain that he didn't think to mention them. Anthea also did expect Violet to turn up at the office with her suitcase. That could mean two things of course; that Violet was visiting Mycroft before checking in at the hotel or Violet was staying with them.

As he caught sight of her Mycroft's deep blue eyes sprung to life and he raised his eyebrows expectantly. Anthea couldn't help but smile at him.

"Hello, sir." Her voice practically danced around the room with happiness as she walked over to her desk and placed her handbag down beside her chair. Upon hearing her voice, Violet looked around and sought Anthea out. She caught her as she was placing her bag down.

"Anthea, dear!" Violet sung. "I hope you don't plan to get to work without giving me a hug first." It was something between an order and a question. It was like when a mother when they asked you to do something but don't actually phrase it as a question. Anthea laughed under her breath, grinning, as she walked back over to the couch. Violet stood up and the two women embraced. Violet squeezed Anthea as Anthea patted Violet's back. "I swear you get more beautiful every time I see you, dear."

"I try to look my best just for you." Anthea laughed as she pulled away from the hug. Violet clicked her tongue and lightly tapped Anthea's elbow – playfully chiding her for teasing.

"You're just as bad as my boys." Violet said as Anthea continued to laugh. The personal assistant walked into the kitchenette and got herself a bottle of water out of the fridge. She came back into the room and came to sit on the arm of the couch closest to Mycroft.

"I trust you had a good lunch with your little friend?" Mycroft asked in that distant tone of his, like he really couldn't care less what the answer was. Anthea had learned to see through that. Anthea's brow furrowed and she fought the urge to shrug. Instead she lightly shook her head.

"I guess." It sounded more like a question than Violet's actual question did. Mycroft raised his eyebrow and looked up at Anthea.

"Oh?" He questioned. One side of Anthea's mouth pulled up as she tried to think of the best way to explain it.

"She brought this girl from work around and…" Anthea's eyes narrowed as they focused on nothing at all. She took a deep breath and shook her head again, this time her curls danced. "I don't know… she was very weird. I didn't believe a single thing she said to me. She was setting off all my radars." Mycroft pursed his lips with tentative thought.

"How strange." Mycroft hummed. "You suspect something is not quite right?" Anthea took a sip of the water and tried to hum a no sound as she swallowed the water.

"I don't know." She wanted to laugh at how stupid she sounded for saying I don't know over and over again. Like a fool of a client in Baker Street not giving Sherlock any good information. "Maybe she's just different and I'm being paranoid." Anthea tried to explain away her behaviour. Mycroft hummed, his steely eyes ticking away with thought. "Oh! One thing I'll give her though, she was very pretty in a unique way." Anthea smiled at both Mycroft and Violet. "She had the most beautiful eyes." Anthea took another quick sip of her water and as she looked at Mycroft's face she wanted to add a thought. "Kind of like yours, actually. And Siger's too, then, I guess." Anthea looked between Mycroft and Violet.

The temperature in the room dropped. Violet blinked at Anthea liked someone had told her one of her sons had died. Her warm smile dropped and she looked lost and frightened. She looked over to Mycroft with urgency in her sky coloured eyes. Mycroft's body was stiff as a board. His jaw was clenched and he was holding onto his mother's gaze like no tomorrow while his brain ticked away his eyes. He was trying to connect something or detangle something very messy and requiring a lot of his brain power. Anthea looked between the two, frightfully confused at this. Violet's brain was ticking just as fast in her head too, if you knew the Holmes boys you could recognise the rapid thought process anywhere. She was waiting on Mycroft though, expecting him to come up with a better solution. Mycroft eventually closed his eyes and slowly shook his head.

"Certainly not, Mummy, I assure you." He raised his hand off the couch, gesturing for his mother to calm down. Violet turned her head and looked at Mycroft with a quizzically and weary expression. He faked a smile and shook his head. "Not possible." He added. Violet clenched and unclenched her jaw. She leaned back in her seat.

"Did I say something?" Anthea asked, blinking in confusion. Mycroft and Violet gave her the exact same smile.

"Say something about what, dear?" Violet asked, all the warmth returned to her expression and voice. Anthea frowned.

"Something to warrant that reaction?" She used the top of her water bottle to gesture between mother and son. Violet looked confused and shook her head.

"It wasn't you, dear." She said.

"We were discussing Sherlock's little adventure on the plane before you get here. Mummy is simply worrying for her son, that is all." Mycroft added right afterwards in his calm casual and distant tone.

"How did I remind you of that?" Anthea questioned further. Was she just being extremely paranoid today?

"You mentioned Siger, dear." Violet leaned over the couch and patted Anthea's knee. "It reminded me that I'll have to tell him about all this on the phone." Anthea was growing more and more suspicious by the second.

"Okay…" She hummed, letting them hear her suspicion in her tone. Maybe she was paranoid, or maybe that was a very strange coincidence. Mycroft didn't believe in coincidences.

"Anthea." Mycroft fixed his posture and crossed one long leg over the other. "Could you be a sweetheart and take Mummy back home?" He faked a smile. "I won't be too long after you." Anthea licked her bottom lip as she tried to dismiss all her thoughts to focus on what was going on. She pressed her lips together.

"Okay." This time she answered in a chirpy tone. She'd love to take Violet back to their home.

"Home?" Violet perked up. Her eyes were gleaming with delight and she was trying desperately not to burst into a large smile. Her joy was infectious and Anthea soon lost all paranoia. "Does that mean you two are living together again?" She asked. Mycroft, next to Anthea, groaned and rolled his eyes.

"I forgot to tell you." He muttered. More like he didn't want to tell her because he didn't want a reaction. Even Jamie had known the best way to play it around Mycroft was to pretend like it was no big deal to avoid setting him off. Violet clasped her hands together and gasped.

"That is the best news you could give me, Mycroft." She was practically giddy. "Anthea belongs in our family." Anthea felt her cheeks grow hot and she hoped her blush wasn't visible. She was in a room with Holmes, of course they'd know she was blushing even if foundation covered it up. "The only news that would be better was if one of you boys were finally making me a grandmother." Mycroft scoffed abhorrently.

"Go place claim on the Watson baby. Mary has no parents. Take that one." Anthea laughed at the fear in his voice.

"I'm guessing he didn't tell you that he keeps saying that this time 'this is it'?" Anthea smiled coyly, part of her genuinely excited by this fact and part of her wanting to embarrass Mycroft further. It worked it seemed, his posture slouched and he practically sneered. Private conversations were not for repeating.

"Of course this is it, dear." Violet said like it was obvious – just like her sons. "I always knew you were it." As Violet smiled proudly at Anthea she felt her cheek grow hotter. Mycroft was looking at his knee trying to ignore the whole conversation but there was something close to a smirk on the lips he tried to keep pursed. Anthea loved this family.

Author's Note: Oh, man! How was it? Was it okay? Please tell me it was okay! We haven't confirmed if it's Euros or Eurus yet so I just went with the spelling I find pleasing to look at and can fix it later since it's just a title! ARGH! I REALLY want to know if this turned out okay! Thanks to our guest reviewers: Christie, harmful, Guests x2, and Louise Pond! Thanks also to all the previous guests who now have accounts! And all my reviewers! Please all let me know your thoughts on this chapter! I'll aim to see you all again in 5 days but I might wait 7 to see TFP…. WE'LL SEE! 5 or 7 days!

Still taking ideas for what we can do for AFTFE's 2nd year anniversary! People are suggestion POVs, One shots, an anniversary chapter… and that's about it so far :P.