The boat back was quiet and awkward. Irene sat beside Sherlock holding the baby close to her chest. John didn't seem to glare at the baby or Irene but rather at Sherlock. For the genius he was Sherlock couldn't seem to figure out why he seemed so unpresidential angry.

"Mycroft, may I have a word in private." He asked.

"Why of course brother." Mycroft replied.

The two men disappeared below deck which left John and Irene alone together. John sighed and thought it was rude to stay silent.

"Is she really his?" John asked. She nodded back.

"Does she have a name?" He asked curiously.

"Annabelle. Annabelle Hamish Holmes." She replied with a weak smile.

"Hamish? But that's my middle name." He commented.

"Sherlock insisted that she'd be in some way named after you. We went with Hamish as her middle name because John just didn't fit well." She explained.

"Oh and how old is she?" John quipped.

"Couple months. Sherlock tells me you have a little one as well. Annabelle was born a month or two before yours if I'm correct." She answered.

"He told you about Rosemud?" He asked slightly surprised.

"Of course. He rambles on and on about how you are doing, talks about how Rosemud is." She explained.

He wasn't happy with the fact that he was completely and utterly confused. He was still angry with Sherlock but he was interested in the baby. Sherlock and Mycroft suddenly appeared again and sat where they had before. Irene silently rocked the baby in her arms as the boat sailed onward. John caught Mycroft looking at the child very curiously.

John refused to talk to Sherlock at al. He even detested so much as looking at him. Everyone was entirely silent the whole way back with the only noises being from Annabelle fussing.

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They all arrived back at 221b Baker Street. Irene sat in Sherlock's chair almost immediately, still slightly shaken.

Mary soon arrived right after they did and brought Rosemud as well.

"Is everyone alright I was told what happened over the phone." She smirked coming through the door. No one spoke.

"How could you." John states still fuming.

"What?" Sherlock asked confused for once.

"You bastard!" John spat.

"John I don't quite understand."

"All you had to do was telling me that she was alive! MUCH LESS THAT YOU HAD A CHILD TOGETHER! THATS NOT SOMETHING YOU LIE ABOUT!" John yelled.

There was the sound of a baby's cry's from both Rosemud and Annabelle. Irene groaned in defeat.

"John the babies!" Mary hissed at him. She rocked Rosemud in her arms attempting to rock her back to sleep.

"Here let me take her." Sherlock said taking his daughter in his arms. He bounced the baby up and down. The cries were soon replaced by little giggles and babbling.

"Baba!" Annabelle giggled. Sherlock simply smiled at his daughter.

"Irene you and Mary may want to take the babies somewhere they can't hear John." He said handing the baby back to her.

"We can take them down to see Mrs.Hudson. I'm sure she'll want to see Annabelle again." She agreed. Mary nodded and both women left leaving the men.

"Mrs.Hudson knew? So when did you plan on telling us, on telling any of us? Because last time I checked my best friend wasn't a father!" John shouted. "Now you are not leaving this flat until you explain."

"Fine. I saved her from Karachi and she and I texted back and forth. I visited her in secret every other month. I stayed with her while you thought I was dead and about a year and a half ago she told me she was pregnant with my child. There all caught up now." He answered haughtily.

"All you needed to say was a few words that was all." John hissed.

"She is still in danger John, they are still in danger!" Sherlock paced the room before standing in front of his best friend.

"John I made a vow to protect your family. If you will, I need you to make a vow to protect mine. Please." Sherlock pleaded.

There was a pause.

"Alright, Sherlock I swear, but understand if you let one thing slip I won't hesitate to cut you out of my life." John whispered. He nodded.

"Now lets go see our kids."

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A couple hours had passed and Irene was getting ready to leave.

"What are you doing?" Sherlock asked. She sighed.

"We both know I can't stay. Me and Annabelle aren't safe in London." She sadly smiled.

"Actually I have a surprise for you." He hummed.

"Oh really and what is that." She smirked.

"I decided that you might be safer if you moved back to London. So I talked to Mycroft and he has agreed to put you and Annabelle under legal government safety." He smiled. "With John moved out there's enough room at Baker Street for you two."

"You are amazing." She smiled.

"I've asked Mary to go with you to the old house and pick up your things. I'll stay here with Annabelle, John and Rosemud." He added. Mary then popped out with her coat all ready on.

"Are you sure you'll be okay only with the baby." She asked.

"I'll be fine, plus I've got John." He reassured her.

"We'll be back in a few hours." She kissed his cheek and turned to leave.

"John I'm going out take care of Rosie!" Mary called.

"Bye love you!" He called after her.

That left the men and the babies. Sherlock looked to see Annabelle squirm and fight the blanket that swaddled her. She had the cutest look of concentration on her face as she tried to figure out an escape.

"Aww does someone not like her blanket confinement." Sherlock cooed. He unwrapped the infant from her cotton prison. The baby waved her arms and legs in joy.  He set down a handful of baby blocks in front of her. He ruffled her short black hair as she flipped onto her stomach to play.

He sat at his desk with Annabelle still in view and got to work. John put Rosemud down next to Annabelle and sat down on his chair with his laptop in hand.

"How did you know where Eurus and Annabelle was?" John quipped.

"Easy really. Eurus is left handed, figured it out after seeing her play the violin. There was a plant knocked over in the lobby ,she obviously hit it in a rush to get to Annabelle. The left railing on the stairs had dirt on , Eurus most likely used her primary hand: her left hand to break her fall. Her shoes also touched the dirt giving us a trail right to her."

"That was incredible." John complimented. Sherlock simply gave a light chuckle.

The two proceeded to work on a case Lastrade had given them for a considerable about of time. Rosemud and Annabelle didn't fuss but rather play nicely together. Sherlock was brought out of his work when he felt something hit his shoe repeatedly. He looked down to see Annabelle hitting his shoe with a block. She had a pouty face.

"What is it love." He asked picking her up. She patted her stomach as a way to say she was hungry.

"Lets get you a bottle." He said simply. He picked up the child and made his way to the kitchen, it wasn't long before the bottle was empty. Annabelle was a quick eater as Sherlock had noticed. He set the empty bottle aside and started to burp her. As expected, the child after being burped spit up all over his shirt.

"Now you've dirtied daddy's shirt." He sighed. He cleaned her mouth and went back to John.

"John, Annabelle's spit up on my shirt could you take her while I go change." He asked.

"Sure thing." He takes the baby and Sherlock disappeared to find a new shirt.

He looked at the baby realizing how much she looked like his previous flatmate. She had his blue eyes and pale skin. She had black hair like Irene but if you hit it with light at the right angle it was a very dark brown like Sherlock had.

He suddenly heard footsteps coming to the door. The door opened too reveal Lestrade, Donavon and Anderson.

"Oh John. We're looking for Sherlock, any ideas where he is." Lestrade asked.

"Oh yeah, he's just getting changed, he might be a minute." John answered. "Care to explain why all three of you are here."

"I carpool with Sally but her car got hit so we both have to go with Greg." Anderson explained.

"Oh sorry to hear that." John said in regards to Donavan's car. She simply shrugged.

"Who's baby." She asked.

"Guess." He replied turning Annabelle towards them.

"Definitely not yours. The hairs too dark." Greg commented.

"You know the more you look at her the more looks like the freak." Donovan jokes only to see John giving her the most serious stare.

"Your not serious John." Greg asked.

"Well..." John trailed off. Sherlock started to walk back to the living room.

"Lestrade what do you need." He said simply.

"What I need can wait, Sherlock who's baby is that." Lestrade asked gesturing to Annabelle.

"Oh she's mine." He said as if it was normal. He picked up Annabelle and held her near his chest. The three policemen held a look of shock on their faces.

"What?" He asked.

"Well first off when did this happen!" Greg started.

"7 months ago."

"Name?" Donavon asked.

"Annabelle Hamish Holmes."

"Where's the Mum." Anderson butted in.

"Out pack things up from their old house. Now what did you come here for." Sherlock said cutting to the chase.

"The case I gave you, any luck?" Greg answered.

"It was the neighbors daughter, sneaking through a skinny hole under the fence hidden by a bush. She sticks a small rock under the window in the kitchen. Gets in that way, then she starts stealing things to sell in the pawn shop 4 blocks away. She uses the money to pay off her dad every week to help pay for his drinking problem." Sherlock deduced quickly.

"Thank you, could we hang around for a bit." Greg asked.

"If you must." He sighed after glaring at Anderson.

It wasn't too long after the police hung up their coats that they heard the door down stairs open. Footsteps soon followed.

"Sherlock! We're back!" He heard her call.

"Coming!" He called back. John was already holding Rosemud. He looked at Greg before he spoke.

"Can you hold her?" He asked.

"Of course." Greg answered taking the baby. Sherlock then walked downstairs to attend to the women's call.

Annabelle looked at Greg curiously with him looking back. He made a silly face at her by sticking his tongue out. She giggled and waved her arms.

Sherlock came back upstairs a few moments carrying multiple bags and luggage. Mary followed afterward carrying an open box with clothes stacked in it. Irene was last carrying a black luggage and a small purple backpack.

"The crib is in the car still." Irene told Sherlock. She and Mary were setting down all of what they were carrying in the corner near the couch.

"I'll get it in a moment." He muttered back.

Irene saw Lestrade, Anderson and Donavon in the living room. She smiled at them before calling for Sherlock.

"I see you've invited some friends over." She said.

"Firstly I didn't invite them, they stopped by because of a case and secondly I hate two of them." He told her.

"Well none the less it's nap time for Annabelle and since the crib is still in the car I going to put her down in your bedroom for now." She explained taking the baby from the awestruck police man.

"Our bedroom." He corrected her.

"Yes our bedroom." She giggled lightly. She then disappeared bouncing their daughter to the bedroom.

"That's the mum?!?" Anderson asked visibly surprised. Sherlock smirked at Anderson's confusion.

"No way in hell did the freak land someone like her!" Donavon said still shocked.

Sherlock smirked at their surprise and shock. The three of them continued to chatter in confusion until Irene re-entered the room.

"She's down for her nap and I closed the door." She hummed. She noticed Sherlock's smirk. "Someone looks to be enjoying them self a little too much." She added.

"As I recall last time you said there was no such thing as too much." He teased.

"And as I recall you said sentiment was a chemical defect found on the losing side." She said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Looks like were both wrong." He replied wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You know what I'm right about though?" She smirked slyly.

"What?" He asked giving her the same smirk back.

"Brainy is still the new sexy." She replied before kissing him on the lips.