It had been 2 years since Sherlock broke into Mycrofts house. Mostly because he was 'dead' for 2 years but that didn't matter now. He was back and back to his annoying self. John had forgiven him and they were almost back to normal, apart from the fact that John was with Mary now and they were engaged.
"Where are we going Sherlock?" John whispered. It was the middle of the night and even if it was day he still would know where they were only that it was the posh side of London. Sherlock ignored him completely and continued his way along the street. After reaching the end of said street he turned to John.
"We are going in there." Sherlock said. Pointing to a big house that neither of them would ever be able to afford John thought to himself. That's when it clicked.
"This is Mycroft's flat isn't it?" He said in a tone that showed it wasn't a question but more of a statement.
"Very good John, you haven't forgotten everything I taught you."
"Yeah well the only person I know that can afford this kind of place that you also know personally is your brother. Now, why are we going to see Mycroft?" John said not the slightest bit amused.
"We aren't going to see Mycroft. We are simply going to break in and get something." Sherlock said as if it was obvious.
"NO! We are not breaking into the British Governments flat. How much security do you think he has?" John said in a shouting whisper.
"It's nothing. We will be in and out within a couple of minutes. Also, have you noticed the time, he will be fast asleep in his bed upstairs. He won't even know we were there. Now come on."
The both ran to the doorway and Sherlock picked the lock quickly and silently. He opened the door not making any noise and tiptoed across the hallway and into the living room with John immediately behind. Suddenly Sherlock stopped and John bumped into him almost knocking himself over. He looked up to see Sherlock's face: mouth hanging open and eyes wide as if in shock. He looked over to see what could have had this effect on his best friend and saw Mycroft Holmes snogging none other than Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade.
Realising that they had an audience Mycroft and Greg jumped apart, mouths red and swollen showing the deepness of the kiss they had been in the middle of before they were interrupted.
"Wh-h-at is going on here?" Sherlock managed spit out in a high pitch stuttering voice.
"I hardly think you need to ask Sherlock. What are you doing in my flat?"
"Don't change the subject, what are you doing with my detective?"
"Didn't know I was your detective Sherlock?" Greg said smugly, "What are you doing here anyway?" John laughed not able to keep it in any longer and while Sherlock continued to glare at his brother. Sherlock stormed out the flat while John followed quickly behind. Stopping at the door he shouted to the pair:
"Congratulations by the way!" Closing the door behind himself and searching the darkness for Sherlock before giving up and walking back home thinking about what he had just noticed. No wonder Greg left the Yard so quickly today.
