A/N Hi, this is my first ever fan fic, please be kind.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters stated below and I am not making any money from this endeavour.

Oh Brother.

There was a knock at the door. The man seated at the desk sighed, took a moment and then called. "Come in". The door opened cautiously, and a young woman entered the office slowly.

"I said, I didn't want to be disturbed" stated the man, allowing some of the exasperation he was feeling to show in his voice.

"Yes sir, sorry sir, it's just ... it's your brother sir ... a situation has ... arisen," the woman stammered, as she had no wish to upset the gentleman at the desk.

"Oh Lord, what has Sherlock done this time?" Mycroft huffed wearily. Really, he thought angrily, would it be too much to ask for his little brother to stay out of trouble for longer than two days ina row?

Mycroft picked up the receiver to his desk 'phone in preparation of the telephone call he would have to make to whichever police station his brother was currently being held in, and raised an eyebrow in question at the young woman stood just inside the doorway.

"Oh no sir, he isn't under arrest ... he would appear to have finally found a flatmate sir," the woman rushed to confirm.

Mycroft froze, then raised his other eyebrow in a look of complete astonishment.

"A flatmate?"

"Yes sir, a Doctor J.H. Watson sir, formerly Captain Watson of the 5th Northumberland Fusiliers sir."

"Formerly ... err?"

"Anthea sir, and yes, he was honourably discharged on medical grounds a few months ago sir. He was serving in Afganistan and was shot in the shoulder when his unit came under enemy fire whilst he was tending to an injured soldier sir." Anthea stated calmly, reading from the file she had with her.

She then proceeded to hand the file to Mycroft who had made his way from the desk to the doorway during her speech. Anthea then stood perfectly still awaiting further instructions.

Mycroft opened the file and began reading as he made his way back to the desk. As he reached it, he turned back and asked, "Where are they now?"

"They've been called to a crime scene by a ... err" Anthea consulted her ever present mobile 'phone "a Detective Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard, sir. Your brother is doing his erm ... thing sir."

Mycroft smirked a little at Anthea's description of Sherlock's abilities.

"We are tracking them on CCTV sir."

"Thank you Anthea, that will be all for the moment."

Mycroft sat at his desk reading the file and making notes in his notebook. As he was putting the notebook into his inside pocket, he pressed the intercom button on his desk 'phone.

"Anthea, could you organise for a car to collect Doctor Watson and take him to Warehouse 3 please? Also I'll need transport for myself, I think it's time the good Doctor and I had a little chat!"

Mycroft then proceeded to the CCTV room along the corridor from his office where he watched his younger brother leave Lauriston Gardens, followed some time later by Doctor Watson limping his way out of the building and slowly making his way towards the main road. Mycroft picked up a 'phone and began dialling the numbers of the public telephones along the route until finally the Doctor answered.

"Hello?"

"There's a security camera on the building to your left. Do you see it?"

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