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Never Mind, Sherlock

By waterrain

Sherlock was sitting in a chair, he had wrapped himself in a blanket, and did not care to accept the offerings of his older brother's staff that came to pick him up.

"Mycroft will be here in a little bit." The man with green eyes informed him.

"I know that…" Sherlock stated in a monotone voice.

"What was Mycroft like when he was younger?" The man with green eyes asked him in a curious tone.

"Enough with the small talk it is highly annoying." Sherlock said in a flat tone of voice and he shook his head. Mycroft opened the door, glanced around briefly, and focused on his younger brother.

"Hello, Sherlock." Mycroft commented calmly and he sat down.

"You couldn't resist eating a piece of cake." Sherlock stated calmly, his arms were crossed, and he heard his older brother sigh deeply.

"It was a piece of pie, Sherlock." Mycroft corrected his younger brother. "I'm on a diet so there shall be no cake for me."

"How was the pie?" The man with green eyes asked Mycroft and he smiling at him.

"The quality of it was fine. Not the best nor the worst." Mycroft replied calmly and he glanced down at his watch. "I believe you and your father have a meeting in thirty minutes."

"Do let me know how your pie was Mycroft. I shall go meet with my father now." The toung man commented while looking Mycroft over a couple of times before walking out the door. Sherlock looked at his brother and raised an eyebrow. Mycroft sighed heavily, shook his head, and wished that young man was not the son of a highly regarded man.

"Now then I have a case for you." Mycroft informed his brother.

"I believe that man was stripping you with his eyes." Sherlock stated causally and shook his head.

"No, Sherlock. He was merely looking at my stomach and wishing that I would let him feed me food. However, I calmly and kindly rejected his offer by informing him that I'm doing my best to lose weight." Mycroft said calmly. Of course he knew that man was not just looking at stomach, but at other locations of his body. However he knows that man was not picturing him without clothing this time around and one of the reasons is because Sherlock is around.

"Is he why you are attempting to lose weight?" Sherlock asked his brother and he thought for a moment. "Why not be blunt and inform him you have no interest in him? You are leading him on."

"I have a case for you, Sherlock."

"Would you have sexual relations with someone if it was in the best interest of national security?" Sherlock asked his brother while having a faint smirk on his lips and he has a feeling that he has touched a nerve for Mycroft gave him that certain look...

"Never mind, Sherlock. I will do some leg work and actually solve this case instead of giving it to you. Plus I'll be able to successfully avoid certain people." Mycroft said in a flat voice and he looked at his brother. "You can go now, Sherlock."

Sherlock walked out the door and now he wants to know what on earth the case was that his brother wanted him to do, but it is too late and Mycroft is in a rather bad mood. Mycroft's eyes are closed, he rubs his forehead for about a minute, and sighs deeply for he actually has to do some leg work which is something that he hates the most.

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