It had been a long day , Mycroft sat at a dark table across from John Watson . Sunday's were usually his rest days , not today he had planned his monthly meeting with John a day early hoping maybe he could rest tomorrow.
"So Mr Watson , any reports on Sherlock " he said . The good doctor shook his head resting his palm against his cheek and his elbow on the table , this has been annoying Mycroft since they had got there yet manners to him were compulsory, regardless of his brothers best friend .
" He went out this morning to church as he does every Sunday " John stopped as he saw the look on Mycroft's face he raised an eyebrow .
"doctor Watson you must be mistaken my brother is a firm believer in science he has never set foot in a cathedral before . "
The doctor shook his head looking confused, " I did try to question him about where he was going I even suggested I go with him but you know Sherlock he likes to be by himself why he once told me ," the doctor grinned " alone is all I have alone protects me , " John laughed but quickly stopped when he saw Mycroft's face .
" when did he say this to you ." John shocked that he hadn't addresses him by his name as Mycroft usually did .
" 2 years ago around the time he " John used his fingers as quotations " died , "
Mycroft jumped from the table
"We need to see Sherlock now , I know exactly where to find him !"
Mycroft looked at his phone the whole journey it took half an hour , half an hour of complete silence except the odd cough from the taxi driver who obviously sensed the awkwardness . They arrived at a dark block of flats .
" bit rough for sherlocks taste ." John laughed . Mycroft stayed silent his face like stone he was obviously not happy . There must of been a dozen police cars outside the flats probably by Mycroft's call . They creeped up the stairs and silently opened the door . Laugher shook through the hall and there was the detective sitting at a small oak table across from a girl . She was petite and had dark blonde hair and big blue eyes she looked about 13 or 14 years old .
Sherlocks face dropped as he saw the two men standing at the door .
" Run " he said pointing the the emergency door . She got up and bolted to the door .
" I wouldn't do it " and turned and looked Mycroft straight in the eyes " this place is swarmed with policemen , they'd either take you back or shoot you "
" I'd rather the latter " she said her voice tinged with an Irish accent but mostly British .
" you gave me up you bastard !" She looked at Sherlock her eyes filled with hurt .
" mind your mouth young lady !" Mycroft snapped .
After a few more minutes of hurtful comments and glaring looks the four of them sat at the oak table .
Mycroft and John explained how they had found them .
The girl who had launched herself at Mycroft twice had her hands tied behind her chair by John .
She struggled .
" no use trying to escape that knot he was a soldier " Mycroft said biding at John .
" actually I was a ..."
" doctor judging from the crappy knot " she interrupted her wiggling free from the knot .
" also no injuries but the right hand sometimes searches for something a walking stick maybe but no limp I say a military doctor now turned clinic doctor suffering from " she smiled and looked at Sherlock " ptsd ?" She cocked her head and he nodded . " well it's nice to see Mycroft met someone," Sherlock laughed
" this sister dear is Mr Watson my helper " the girl giggled and put out her now free outstretched hand . Before John took he raised his eyes at the two men . " sister ?" Oh god there's three of you ." The doctor looked horrified and then looked at the girl and took her still out stretched hand .
" Doctor John Watson ," he said
" Enola ," she grinned "Enola Holmes"