With a bored expression, Sherlock's arms reach around Mycroft. He stirs when feeling his brother's skin against his own, turning over to face him. None of them said anything but Mycroft was pressing gentle kisses to Sherlock's collar. Mycroft's freckled shoulders were met by Sherlock's own lips.
Wait. That can't be right.
Sherlock woke up startled and reaches for a person next to him, only to find that he wasn't there. He sighs, remembering that Mycroft had taken off on a business trip to Zimbabwe, leaving Sherlock to sleep alone for the first time. When he found he was alone, he lays back and takes a deep breath trying to calm down. He wanted Mycroft to take him on the trip, but Mycroft insisted it was too dangerous. He knew he was preparing for Sherlock to go to John's wedding and make sure he wasn't targeted. Sherlock was tired of hearing about it, but of course, Mycroft stressed this every day.
Sherlock caught his breath and rolled out of bed, facing the day with full force as he looked out the window and saw a client waiting there. Boring. Suspicious death and cheating husband. The mistress did it. Easy. She was in and out within ten minutes, crying and sobbing violently. Sherlock wasn't phased, as per usual, but he did feel like he should cry because his lover was gone. He rarely cried unless he caught Mycroft saying "I love you". He only saw Mycroft cry when Sherlock was laying under him and he touches his face to say "You are so perfect, Mikey. Such a good big brother."
Sherlock picked up his morning tea and took a drink as John walked in.
"Hey, Sher, could you help me pick out some flowers?" he asked.
"I can't. I have a case." which was a lie, of course, he just didn't want to go.
As soon as John left again for the flowers and saying he'd be back later, Sherlock got a Skype message from Mycroft.
"My Darling Boy, do not forget to eat today, I love you so much. -Mycroft." Right now marked two weeks, 5 hours, 28 minutes and 37 seconds. Sherlock quickly responded.
"Have fun on your trip."
He put on his coat and headed to the morgue for spare parts from Molly. She had called earlier but he had forgotten to pick them up. When he got there she was fooling around with some new guy who of course looked almost exactly like Sherlock.
"Excuse me. I have work to do." he sneers, picking up the bag of things and throwing them over his shoulder before walking out. He hated when Molly brought her dates into the lab and started fooling around. He knew exactly why she did it. She wanted the thrill of Sherlock kissing her, but she knew he was with someone else and she couldn't have him. Of course he wanted to be her friend but she was a little obsessive. When he gets home again he starts on his experiment on how long it takes for bone to disappear completely. Then another on what temperature does flesh ignite, which will have to be performed in an abandoned field at night.
He then waits for Mycroft to message him again, as he always does at night when he gets to take a break. He always talks when he can, in between meetings. He will be back by Friday, he keeps having to remind himself. He can barely wait.