Authors note: This is my first ever fanfiction so please bear with me, I'm still figuring this out. Story is un-beta'd so all faults lie with me, I hope I caught all grammatical and punctuational errors. If anyone reads this and wishes to beta drop me a line.
Also I Do Not own Sherlock, related characters and or plotlines. Etc., etc., etc., and so forth.
Mycroft,
Well my friend, if you're reading this then I am dead. I have left instructions that if events do not go according to plan then you should receive this letter and the enclosed flash drive. I suppose you could consider this my last will and testament, so to speak. With that in mind I guess I should just go ahead and confess, I have always loved you. Yes I can hear you now blah blah blah sentiment blah blah blah... and yet that doesn't change the fact that I ...can't keep up this charade... oh how I wish I could see your face. I'd apologize but I wouldn't mean it, I truly enjoy tweaking your nose.
However in all seriousness, the flash drive does contain the debriefing reports from my latest assignment, as well as some new found intelligence that I thought you might be interested in. I'll give you the highlights seeing as how much you dislike reading my reports:
1. James Moriarty and Sebastian Moran are no more.
2. I've dug up the roots of Moriarty's network. You might remind Sherlock next time that cutting the branches only prunes the tree, it won't kill it.
3. More importantly, I'm retiring.
Yes, Mycroft, Retiring. Don't bother sending anyone looking for me... they won't be returning if you do. I'm confident between the two Holmes brothers you will manage to deduce why I've chosen now to retire.
With that said please take care of yourself. Give my best to Sherlock, John, and Mary.
Sandrine