Mycroft arrived at 221B with his usual elegance and grace. He'd been meaning to visit his brother for some time.
"What are you doing here, brother?" Sherlock asked.
"I came to ask you whether you could take a look at my case." Mycroft said. He walked over to the sofa and took a seat, handing over a file to his brother, "It's a mystery so that should be perfect for you."
"No." Sherlock replied with a frown, briefly glancing at the file before he placed it on the floor.
"I should be going." Mycroft said softly, getting to his feet slowly.
"Are you sure? Stay for some tea." John suggested as he got up from his chair, placing his hand on Mycroft's elbow.
"Thank you, John, tea would be nice." Mycroft agreed with a slight smile.
"Sit back down and I'll get it." John replied, walking into the kitchen.
Mycroft sat down and watched John walk away.
"You like him." Sherlock said, deciding to raise the topic.
"He can somehow cope with both of us, it's impossible not to like him." Mycroft replied, looking over at his brother.
"You know what I mean, you like him." Sherlock said with a smirk.
"Caring is not an advantage, brother dear." Mycroft replied, looking down at his umbrella, "It would be unwise for me to pursue John."
"I would...allow it..." Sherlock admitted, looking away, "On the condition that John remained here at Baker Street to be my blogger."
Mycroft nodded, "I wouldn't want to take John away from you." he replied, "I agree to your condition."
"And I agree to you having a relationship with John." Sherlock replied, "Good luck."
The brothers both nodded as John returned with a tray of tea.
"Have you resolved your differences?" John asked with a chuckle, placing the tray down. He handed a cup to Mycroft with a smile.
"Thank you, John." Mycroft said, taking the cup and making sure that his hand touched John's.
"You're welcome." John replied, sitting back in his chair, "See Sherlock? We say thank you when we get given things."
"Yes, yes." Sherlock said with a wave of his hand, taking his cup and drinking some of the tea.
"John, I wondered whether you might like to join me for dinner tonight?" Mycroft asked, looking over at the army doctor.
John looked over at Sherlock but his flatmate didn't react, "Mycroft, I'm flattered..." he started.
"Just say yes, John." Sherlock said, "Mycroft and I have already decided on the conditions for your relationship."
"Do I not have any choice in this?" John demanded, looking between them.
"Of course you do-" Mycroft started.
"No, you don't." Sherlock said to John, "We've decided what will make you happy so you may as well just agree."
"Sherlock, please, you're not helping." Mycroft sighed, "John, would you like to come to dinner with me? It's your choice."
"Where would we be going to? Another abandoned warehouse?" John asked with a chuckle.
"Sadly none were available for dinner reservations." Mycroft replied, a ghost of a smile on his lips, "I was thinking we could go to a restaurant in Mayfair? It's very nice and just a short walk from my home."
"That sounds very nice. Yes, I'll go with you." John agreed with a smile.
"The car will be here at 6pm." Mycroft replied, finishing his tea and standing up, "I'm afraid that I can't stay any longer, I have a meeting with the Prime Minister."
"See you tonight." John replied, watching as Mycroft left the room. He turned to Sherlock, "You knew he was interested in me?"
"Of course. Mycroft is infuriatingly obvious." Sherlock said with a roll of his eyes.
"What are the conditions that you mentioned?" John asked.
"He can court you but you have to stay here." Sherlock replied.
"And what if I wanted to move in with him?" John asked.
"Do you want to move in with him?" Sherlock responded.
"Not yet, no." John replied.
"Then we don't need to discuss it." Sherlock answered with a shrug.
"You are unbelievable." John muttered, shaking his head.