It was yet another rainy in London, outside people ran through the street trying to take cover, While inside 22B Baker Street there was yet another disagreement going on.
"No Mycroft I will not be spending another weekend with them!" Sherlock Holmes was sitting in his chair staring at his older brother who was sitting in yet another bespoke suit on the sofa.
"Come now brother dear, the last thing we want to do is upset mummy and daddy isn't it?" Mycroft's voice was filled with a childish tone. It was honestly starting to bother the younger brother a lot. John had been sitting watching this little debate for the past hour so decided it was about time to step in.
"Goodness gracious Sherlock! Would it kill you just to visit your parents once in a while, after everything you've put them through its not a lot to ask!" Both Holmes brothers sat in shocked silence after the doctors sudden outburst. It was, as per usual, the older Holmes who spoke up first, "Yes, quite right Dr Watson, Sherlock I expect you to be mature about this, between the two of us we have caused our parents so much grief and hassle!"
With that remark Mycroft picked up his umbrella and left the flat. Sherlock was looking furious so spend the next good part of 20 minutes lecturing John on not agreeing with Mycroft on issues that involved his family. After all that John decided to go out and find someone who might just be able to talk some sense into the detective.