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"I hope you know that you coming over today means you'll have to meet my brother." Sherlock stated quite over-dramatically.
"Yes, and I have met your brother. Well, sort of." You replied as you picked up the glasses throughout the living room."Did he send one of those creepy black cars after you late at night?""No, he approached me outside of my work. He wanted to talk to me about some on-coming research experiment he'd like me to lead and, of course, you." You rolled your eyes as you placed the dirty cups in the sink."What was the research experiment about?" He looked up at you from his chair on the other side of the room, his blue eyes piercing your soul. You shot him back an equally deep look and he crinkled his nose."See, now you know how it feels. I can't discuss the experiment yet because it hasn't started yet, it starts next week and that's when we get briefed. What surprised me the most about Mycroft was that he was actually quite sweet, made me question if he was really your brother." You chuckle."Wait, Mycroft was acting sweet? That's very strange; maybe he just had cake or something. And I can be sweet!" "Give me one example of you being sweet to me." You crossed your arms and leaned against the wall."I made you tea once.""It was drugged.""Oh I forgot about that. I let you go to a crime scene with me once."
"I was already there, Sherlock. It was in my department at the lab."
"well… I let you visit."
"We both know you only let me visit because I keep John entertained when you need time to think and because I tidy up the place a bit." You correct once more.
"It's still me being sweet."
"For your standards maybe. But I guess that's okay since I drew all over you after you drank the wrong tea and passed out." The words sped out of your mouth.
"You did what?" Sherlock questioned.
"Nothing."
"You just said you did something to me when I drank the wrong tea."
"I think you drank the wrong tea again because you, Mr. Holmes, are hearing things."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"I so am not hearing things, you said something."
"I said something many times." You were never quite sure how the two of you were able to argue like this as often as you did.
"But you said a specific something just now that I didn't quite catch. Care to repeat it?"
"I'll only repeat it if you come over here." Sherlock hesitated for a moment, but you watched as his curiosity took hold. He pulled himself off his chair and marched over to you. "Closer." He stepped closer. You motioned him to turn his head so you could whisper in his ear.
"You're a butt." You whispered loudly.
"You are so rude!" Sherlock whined.
"Now, now, children. Behave." Mycrofts voice laughed from beside the door.
"Didn't see you there Mycroft, how long have you been listening?" Sherlock question, crossing his arms behind his back.
"Long enough to know I'm not the only one who refuses to drink your tea anymore." Mycroft turned to you and smiled politely.