The Man With The Umbrella

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There was a reason as to why the men decided to spend the weekend in Vegas with the women. There was a reason why Mycroft needed to be with Amelia despite from the fact of simply missing her.

Having sex was just a bonus as they say.

Even though Amelia appreciated being out of London; deep down she was anxious of being in America. After all, the memories of her life in America were murky and dark. Not even Jolene knew the full extent in vivid memory.

It was vital to Mycroft Holmes that he was there for his wife just as it was vital that their children were to stay with their grandfather Watson.

Viola was the first to notice the abnormality and instead of sharing it with her mother, she shared it with her father. The odd occasion, if she finished her day off at university early, Amelia and Mycroft allowed Viola to walk home on her own considering that she had her own entail of surveillance just as Emily and Billy did. 

What Viola noticed was a face, a simple passing face which in turn made her feel self conscious and alarmed all at the same time. What Viola didn't realise was that the woman and man that stalked her in her hour of freedom was in fact her paternal grandparents. Johnathan Wood's parents, Jackson and Flora.

The minute that she tapped on her father's office door and sat down to explain, Mycroft was quick to take the matter seriously and with few words, carefully explain to her how when she leaves the university campus, Billy would walk with her home.

Making his network aware of the new problem at hand and ensuring his children's safety, he was quick to finish governmental issues and fly over to Vegas.

During his flight, Mycroft was able to determine that Jonathan was very much like his father in terms of intelligence and therefore he was able to determine his whereabouts after fifteen minutes of extensive research.

***

Considering that Amelia drunk a lot the previous day as well as living as if she was young again, she woke up dreamily in the hotel room entrapped with her husband's arms woven around her.

She took the time to enjoy the moment and carefully peek up to Mycroft who was actually asleep. It was an odd thing to admire but she loved his face. To her, it was as if Michelangelo had carved it from the block himself. She decided then that he looked rather peaceful like this, just the two of them, unexplainably close to each other.

She took the time to also realise that even though they had been together for quite sometime, when it came to sleep, they always touched. Whether it was holding each others hand or being hugged close to one another. It could probably be blamed on the fact that the pair of them before meeting each other had led their solitary lives being so distant and touch-starved.

Not wanting to disturb him, she begrudgingly got out of his hold and out of the bed in order to shower and then prepare herself for a day of extremes. Amelia had no idea what that meant but she could only imagine.

It was only as she tilted the mirror down to her preferred view in order to apply makeup that she even noticed the blushing bruise harbouring her neck. She gawped and ogled at the reflection trying her best to be outraged about it but the wicked smile painting her red lips said another thing all completely.

"You swine." She muttered half-heartedly before applying foundation on the back of her hand in order to dab her brush onto in order to cover the mark.

Thinking of it, the visual representation wasn't the only reminder she had of the previous night. She also had the dull ache harbouring her pelvis too. "You smug swine." She cussed in a light tone, whilst shaking her head.