Chapter1
Hi, this is my first fanfiction, so if it gets a bit mundane sometimes please bear with me.
Mycroft Holmes had never been so worried before. This particular case was turning out to be more and more mysterious wig each passing day. How was he supposed to know how ten people
, including Scott Coleman were just "found" dead in the Coleman mansion? According to the databases none of the victims had ever had any contact with each other, they hadn't even known each other for Christ's sake. He set down his notebook and pen and stole a look at the handsome Grandfather's clock in his office. 11:30 at night. He being a government official could have left 5 hours ago if he waanted to but this case intrigued him. The Holmes' blood was choc full of curiosity. Yes, they could not stay away from it. One just had look at his younger brother Sherlock, who called himself a consulting detective.
"Yes", thought Mycroft , as he turned"Sherlock will be able to solve this one. And technically it isn't really my job to be bothered with such little problems." As he got into the shiny black sedan waiting for him in front of the office gate.
Apparantly, a huge ego also ran in the blood of the Holmeses
221B Baker street was a quite a difficult place to be in the morning.
Sometimes the place was as quiet as a graveyard but often in the mornings you could hear a deep manly voice, like a jaguar hiding in the cello, ordering around another man. This voice belonged to Sherlock Holmes. Consulting Detective. And the other guy was Dr. John Hamish Watson. Many people, would way that John was just a miserable sidekick hoping to join Sherlock's glory and hiding in his shadow, even Sherlock sometimes agreed but deep down, he believed John to be his savior, the man who kept in touch with reality and the world. He could never do without John. Not that he'd ever tell him. No, he, Sherlock Holmes was devoid of sentiment. He would never admit a thing like that. And also there was the question of his ego which probably weighed more than him. But John never minded . He waas practical and realistic and knew Sherlock Holmes too well to take these insults personally.
This particular morning was one of those quiet ones, until the phone rang and Sherlock who usually asked John to answer it, pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and received it.
"Hello, brother , I hope you're doing well - "
"This isn't a time for your niceities, Sherlock I have a case for you. Meet me at my office at 10."
"Alright brother, I'll be there and I hope for Pete's sake that this time you manage to impress me. "
"Oh, I believe you will be impressed Sherlock. Even the best detectives of Scotland Yard are stumped",
"Aren't they always? Though, since when has Scotland Yard started employing Detectives, I always thought they had primitive apes in that place. "
"This isn't a time for jokes, Sherlock. Please be here as soon as you can, I must hang up now"
"Well, it was nice to talk to you too, brother"said Sherlock as Mycroft disconnected.
Sherlock stood there for a while, debating with himself about what the mystery could be and then all of he shouted.
"John, call us a cab will you, mate"