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[ TEXTED: Mrs. Watson ]       Teasing now aren’t you?

[ TEXTED: Mrs. Watson ]       By the way I learned two new words today.

[ TEXTED: Mrs. Watson ]       “Sex icon”.

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“Oh, you know,” Dominic grinned at Mary, far too proud of himself, “Just brilliance, mixed with a dash of sneakiness. Years and years of experience of being one half of the best comedic duo the Holmes family and associated parties has ever seen helps too. But, if you really want to know...” He looked around, so as not to be overheard, before whispering to her conspiratorially, “...I got it from the Internet.”

He gave her a wry smirk and a wink.

“Well, you’ve got t’ pick up the slack,” Will grinned, “in times of adversity,” he half-joked, before getting a bit more genuine, “Helps to keep a smile on your face throughout everything, and it’s nicer than being a grump all the time. That, and I learnt from the best.”

              “ mum??? ” The Blonde knocked on the wooden frame leading into the living room; she had the day off & after yet another restless night, Rosie decided that enough was enough. She wasn’t happy anymore; it felt strange to think that the career path she had been so dedicated on since birth felt like a chore now. Some of her earliest memories were on the crime scenes she was dragged onto by her parents & uncle; she had known that criminal investigation had been what she wanted to go into ever since she was a little girl. All the years of schooling, & now four years at NSY, it all felt like a waste because what once drove her now felt meaningless. She had tried to keep it to herself --- convincing herself it was just a dry phase, but as the days passed & nothing changed, perhaps it was time to seek counsel from someone who knew her best.    

              There was an evident sigh that left Mycroft’s lips whilst his head fell upon his fingertips that rubbed along his forehead before pinching at the bridge of his nose. He knew Mary was strong-headed but God did he hope she did not try to go for his Sister --- mainly for her own safety.

“ Anything regarding my Sister, leave me to deal with.. ”

                placing down her pen, she stood up before kneeling down to unclip elspeth from her stroller. for a THREE-YEAR-OLD, she had been very well-behaved during the whole event, probably because she had been much more interested in her newest stuffed animal ( a small black & yellow bee ) that sherlock had gotten her to help keep her occupied during the long plane ride. it was the first time she had left will behind for longer than a day, but the young boy had just started school, & she hadn’t wanted to pull him out for a trip so early on in the school year, so sherlock had stayed back with will, & abigail had taken elspeth with her so she could introduce her father to his granddaughter.

               ❝   you were such a good girl today, ellie.   ❞   abigail grinned down at her daughter, SIGNING the words as she spoke. ellie grinned back & made grabby hands at her mother. picking up the young girl, she placed her on her hip, one arm supporting her there.

               ❝   why don’t we look around for a bit, hmm ???   maybe we’ll find a new book on bees for you ???   or one on DINOSAURS for will, yeah ???   ❞

               ❝   bees, bees, bees——————i miss the bees !!!   ❞

               ❝   i know, but we’ll be home in a few days, & then you can help your daddy with the bees once we get back.   ❞

                they walk around for a few minutes, ellie babbling on about this & that. abigail didn’t mind though, glad to hear her daughter’s voice fill the silence of the bookstore. they hadn’t been sure how quickly ellie’s speech would develop given her hearing impairment, but with the help of hearing aids, her mother & father’s excellent grasp on BOTH british & american sign language, & a speech therapy a couple times a week, ellie was progressing just on time with her age group in the matter.

                she wasn’t sure exactly what ellie’s babbling about it when it happened————maybe something about the cover of a coloring book—————, but abigail paused when she saw her————or more, her eyes. she couldn’t FORGET those eyes : not even hidden behind long dark hair, exposed tattoos, & heavier makeup than abigail had ever seen on the woman. no, there was no way abigail wouldn’t recognize mary watson in a crowd, not after the former assassin had been missing for almost SIX YEARS years now.

               ❝   mary ???   ❞   her voice was steadier than she felt, clutching ellie slightly tighter to her side as she approached the woman.