disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters and plotline of Sherlock and Fifth Estate. They both belong to their own respective owners and original writers and this story is only a figurement of my imagination.
'Quite a scandal you have made since I have been gone.' Sherlock smiled coldly as he lifted the porcelain cup to his lips. He stared towards the tall white-blonde haired man sitting in front of him, covering his mouth with his fingers as he crossed one leg over the other. 'Julian.' The man stiffened at the name as Sherlock placed the cup on the saucer and leaned forward to place it on the oaken table in front of him.
'What about you? Brother dear.' He smiled faintly as he removed his hand, and the faked Australian accent, as he turned his head slightly to gaze over the pale man. 'Faking your death and returning back to life like Lazarus… hardly original is it?' Sherlock immediately pouted as he placed his teacup on his saucer and set it down on the table next to him.
'Why are you here, Julian?' he muttered as jumped out the chair and strode towards the table where his violin lay.
'Oh, to ask you out on a date dear brother.' Julian continued to sip his tea nonchalantly.
'No, why are you really here?' Sherlock picked up the fragile instrument and started plucking the strings absently.
'I've got a case for you.'
'no.' nimble fingers plucked the strings as it was tuned.
'you haven't even heard what it was even about yet.' The blonde turned around to face his twin.
'I don't need to.' Sherlock muttered as he strode towards the chair and plonked himself into its leathery softness, the violin still cradling in his arms.
'What if I told you it was a triple murder?'
'No.'
'Why?'
Sherlock grabbed the bow that was lying in front of him and swished it around elegantly.
'you know as well as I do, why.' The brunette glared as he brutally attacked the strings, signalling that their conversation had ended.
Julian sighed in exasperation as he stood up and stomped out of the room. He placed a hand on the doorway as he stopped and turned around with a desolate look on his face.
'You know, we used to be brilliant.' he smiled, 'The two of us against the world and Mycroft… You should've come with me when I asked you, brother.'
'No Julian.' Sherlock whispered, 'I shouldn't.'
Sherlock stared at the floor as the footsteps retreated from the room and down the stairs. He plucked the fragile strings
Sherlock stopped and looked down from his window to see the blonde enter a black tinted car.
'Good bye Brother.' he turned around and saw a small black USB that wasn't there seconds before inside the empty teacup Julian used. 'And now, the spider will fall.'