The Deducing Sweetheart [SHERLOCK BBC]

Part 2

"Shower him with all the love you got.."

"Until when..?"

"Until the end of the time.."

~*~

"Sorry for the mess.." John apologizes as the three of them entered the apartment.

"Used to it" says Lilian as she hung her coat and jumped into Sherlock's chair. Clearly, she doesn't mind the mess SHERLOCK had created and she knows that. Nothing came out of her mouth anymore as she examined Billy, the skull, in her hands.

Just as the boys finished placing down the bags, a notification tone broke the silence.

"Must be mine"

The army doctor then took out his phone only to see that he got a text from a private number. He took a sharp breath as his eyes read the words in it and kept his phone back in his pocket.

"Umm.. I need to go to.. err.. the store.. We ran out of milk because someone had finished the 5 cartons of milk I bought this morning" his uncertainty changed into anger as he remembered what happened this morning.

"Still not over it,John? I'm sorry, alright?" Sherlock sighed. He loves this boy, but sometimes he's just so childish. Meanwhile, Lilian just watched them, clearly amused with their behaviour. Well, she finds it more amusing that John could make him apologize. The great consulting detective Sherlock Holmes saying sorry? It's like meeting the one and only Santa Claus.

"Whatever. If you don't mind, I'll go now" he quickly excused himself. But just as he was about to step out of the door, Lilian stopped him.

"Wait! Can I come with you?"

"I'm afraid,no. You must rest, I'm sure you're exhausted"

"He asked you to come alone, isn't it?" She smirked while playing with the skull.

"Huh?"

"So sad that my dear uncle doesn't want to see me.. Nevermind, you can go. Tell him I said hi" she shooed him with her hands.

He hesitates, but does as what she says. Downstairs, a black Mercedes was waiting for him. The familiar girl was also there, sitting at the back texting as usual.

~*~

"What do you want to talk about, Mycroft?" John quickly asked as he barged into Mycroft's office. As usual, he found Mycroft sitting behind the table, busy with papers.

"Hello to you too,John" he says, coating his words with sarcasm. "Have a seat. There's a lot to talk about"

"Spill" He said as his butt landed on the expensive chair.

"I see you've met my beloved niece, Lilian" Mycroft began. "Oh, she said hi" John informed, resulting for him to cuss mentally.

"And how come she looks so much alike with Sherlock if she's not his?"

Mycroft pulled out a paper from a file that he didn't notice was there before and handed it to him. It was a picture. A picture of a man that's wearing Sherlock's features.

If he's another man, he could easily mistaken it as Sherlock,but no, he knew Sherlock too well. Although it's hard, he had to admit, the man in the picture is more attractive.

"Sherrinford Holmes. Our eldest. He's Lilian biological father. But unfortunately, he passed away 8 years ago due to some reasons" Mycroft explained.

"And what you want me to do?" He's clever enough to know that whenever Mycroft asked to meet him, some kind of a mission will be given to him.

"I want you to protect Lilian. Stay close with her. Just like Sherlock, but I want you to be extra protective towards her"