Bigbrother
Usually Sherlock don't pick up his phone when Mycroft call him. This morning though, he is bored, and makes an exception.
"What?" No reason to pretend he enjoys Mycroft's phonecalls.
"You and the dear Doctor have become… quite close lately, have you?" Mycroft mocks him in his most dry tone.
"I won't grace that with an answer", Sherlock reply is ice-cold.
"Are you ashamed?"
"I'm not living my life in a closet like you, My." Mycroft hates the nickname.
"Careful now…"
"Did you call me just to make it clear how much you spy on me?"
"No, I called to pass a dinner invitation to you from the Danish ambassador. After you helped find her daughter she is most grateful."
"Tell her that I accept her gratefulness and have no intentions to go to a dinner party."
"Sherlock, this is important. The Nation needs a good relationship with the Danes to continue using Greenland for covert operations. You will show up this Saturday evening. You will be dressed, you behave, and you bring someone more charming and socially skilled than yourself." Sherlock hated it when Mycroft tried to dominate him the same way he tried to dominate his staff.
"Ohh, and who are you bringing? Lestrade?" As his little brother Sherlock always knew witch bottoms to push.
"One more word Sherlock…" But Mycroft's untold treat had no effect on Sherlock.
"You know some day we have to announce to Mommy that grandchildren is a long shot."
"Sherlock!" Mycroft finally lost his temper.
"Get your spies off me, your bugs out of my phone and your cameras out of my flat. And then I will refrain from sending Mommy a copy of your internet history."
Mycroft was silence for little while, then, "I will remove the cameras…"
"Good." Sherlock felt he had won this one.
"And Sherlock… be safe… the good doctor have been quite a bit around." Mycroft hangs up quickly, eager to get the last word.