I've decided to base a story on the Holmes Brothers, a story that takes an insight of their relationship and how events will test them individually.
Sherlock - United Brothers
Chapter 1
"Mr Holmes, there's more to the simplest of things in life than surrounding yourself with people you don't know at the Diogenes Club." Christopher Smith, a smartly dressed, full time PA to one of Mycroft's fellow colleagues called this suggestion to attention.
"I find it helps me to take the enormous weight off my shoulders. So I don't find any problem with this whatsoever. I have no reason to socialize and mix amongst a handful of people, whom I have no intention of asking domestic questions to." Christopher sighed in slight frustration and then started to walk away when he realized Mycroft was dismissing this suggestion immediately and it didn't even look like he was thinking of contemplating the choice to reconsider his options for the evening. "I will see you on Monday, Christopher. Oh, can you please remind Susannah to come and see me first thing on Monday, as myself and her need to discuss a few important matters regarding the Hoffman reports." He knew Christopher was an exceptionally smart young man, but also that he was someone who didn't particularly like taking direct orders from other people.
"Will do Mr Holmes" The young man stressed before eventually exiting through the front office doorway, Mycroft was now left alone. He and Anthea were always the last of the personnel to leave the government office, everyday at 5:30pm. It depended really, as from time to time he temporarily held another office in another part of the building, however this certain office he actually preferred the most because it was suitably quieter and peaceful to sit in.
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There was a sense of precision and thoroughness in the air, while Mycroft was beginning to adjust himself to his own personal space at the Diogenes Club. Thankfully there were no members present at that moment, reading whichever Evening newspaper they had. He casually sat back in his reserved, usual armchair and opened up the latest copy of the London Evening Standard newspaper. He had been there for little more than 20 minutes or so and now as it was getting darker by the minute from the outside view of the members room, this never seemed to bother him too much. He continued reading quietly.
Most of the headlines never normally attracted his attention but that evening, one headline happened to grab his complete attention. "Scotland Minister accuses Conservative of favoritism and beginning a boring timewaster." He read on more.
"Conservative backbencher Liam King called out on the way he has publicly criticized Scotland's Ministers, after jokingly backing the famous detective Sherlock Holmes' suggestions, that Scotland is full of moaners and uninspiring ministers. Mr Salmond said "This is absolutely no laughing matter. Mr Holmes needs to get back to what he does best, by helping out the Metropolitan Police with their cases But let me tell you this, he has no right to make uncalled remarks about Scotland. I look forward to hearing what his response will be."
"Oh Sherlock, what are you possibly trying to achieve? by interfering in Politicians business. Unless you've found another one of your so called, bamboozling cases." Mycroft wasn't feeling best pleased after reading about the potential, worrying trouble his younger brother might have undoubtedly instigated by making one or two of his own feelings loud and clear.
Quite clearly the eldest Holmes brother couldn't go one day without having to reading about his younger brother, becoming a renowned headliner on most of the country's popular newspapers, this was happening on a daily basis.
Once he had finished reading and gulped down a glass of his favourite drink, Mycroft rang Anthea, who was just on her way to meet him outside the members club. She answered with such calmness and confidence. "Let me guess...Baker Street, Mycroft?" She really did know of his unspoken of aims and intentions, outstandingly well. To tell the truth, this didn't surprise him by any means.
"Of course." Mycroft confirmed right away.
"Would John need to be distracted elsewhere?" She asked, wondering whether he wanted John to be out of the way, sent elsewhere, for when he makes the visit to Baker Street to talk to his brother.
"No that won't be necessary. I've grown to admire John's ability, for how he's coped extraordinarily well with my dear brother's profound behaviour." He found himself suddenly admitting to one or two certain things, which he had originally presumed wouldn't on any occasion, dare to cross his mind.
Anthea couldn't resist smiling while having a few of her own confidential thoughts on her mind. The impossible thought of John Watson having an unusual fan, in his best friend's respected and highly regarded older brother. The possibility of this, would almost certainly annoy and get on the nerves of the younger brother.
"Sherlock has a lot of explaining to do. As one way or another, I will be finding out why my brother has developed such a keen interest in the affairs in the Scottish Politics." Mycroft informed Anthea over the phone, before soon enough, making his way to leave the building while still clutching his phone in his right hand.
End of Chapter
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