This little story presented itself to me this morning as I read through an on-line conversation between some very good friends of mine - thanks guys, you sure know how to inspire me!
Sherlock was bored.
This in itself was nothing new, but John was at his sister's for a few days, so he had no-one and nothing to alleviate the boredom.
Flicking through the channels on the television was as boring as not flicking through the channels except…
"There has been a verdict in the American hacking trial…"
Hacking!
Why hadn't he thought of that sooner?
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In his office, Mycroft was reading through e-mails, several of which pertained to the latest crisis in the Middle East.
A picture of a cream cake suddenly appeared on his screen, just for a second, then vanished again. Mycroft stared.
Had he imagined it?
He opened the next e-mail, and as he read through another flash on his screen, this time the words 'THE CAKE IS A LIE' appeared in large red letters, then disappeared.
Rubbing his eyes, Mycroft glanced at his watch. It was barely mid-day, he was neither hungry nor tired, so why should…
The cake appeared again, this time for longer as the red letters wrote themselves across the picture… THE CAKE IS A LIE…
As it once more vanished from his screen Mycroft sighed, a nasty suspicion crossing his mind.
Opening a new e-mail, he typed in Sherlock's address.
"This is a Government computer; stop being childish and leave it alone, brother."