Sherlock - United Brothers
Chapter 2
"Look Sherlock, I don't want to find myself playing as a referee, if Mycroft loses his patience with you." John announced, wanting to taking a firm and initiative stand. He didn't like playing the peacemaker whenever his friend happens to address someone or anyone else at the center of an investigation. Someone whom he might therefore go on to upset and anger in the process, particularly if he just so happens to dislike.
"Oh believe me John, Mycroft's not the type of person who resorts to the worst unforgiving threats imaginable. He's more likely to treat someone he knows, as if they're more like a beginner at conversational tactics than a potential threat to him and the Government. They're are still the most surprising of things you have yet to know about my brother." Sherlock explained a lot of fascinating points about his brother, some of which he carefully chose to
"Like what?"
Sherlock, in his quick way of clearly detailed thinking and understanding of the highest of perception, avoided giving an informative explanation to John. "...Anyway why don't we get back to the bigger picture here, of how the victim had gained unauthorized access to the Houses of Parliament...on the night that he was murdered. Clearly he was obviously there to find whatever information he could hopefully get on this certain Scottish Politician."
"And what info could the victim have possibly been desperately searching for?" John was playing catching up as usual, with regards to this recent case. He truly believed his friend practically always enjoyed leapfrogging and being ahead of Lestrade, when it came to pointing out key facts which related to the certain cases they were investigated. This didn't impress John to some extent.
Sherlock visioned himself at the identified scene of the crime and slowly began to study the victim's motionless yet smartened appearance, by walking around the exact spot where this victim was confronted by the unidentified killer. "A controversial cover up, of course. The victim... Andrew Miller was Glaswegian...the surname's a clue, a divorcee, father of two, well liked by many people but thought more of behaving like a sniffling gossiper by his employer. Clearly he wasn't as he felt he had to prove to everyone he worked alongside, just how much his job meant to him." The consulting detective had pretty summoned up everything, given answers to the asked questions, regarding this particular case.
He then consciously placed himself at nighttime, 300 yards outside of the Houses of Parliament. Two people were sharing an intimate moment, Sherlock could see a shocked looking Andrew Miller, hiding in the doorway of one of the nearest building, the 38 year old was eye-witnessing everything. "The reason for why he was killed, was because he had saw something he wasn't meant to see, a passionate embrace between two people, Rachel McDonald and this married politician Samuel McKenna, Of course, everyone likes him, so there would be no reason for him to risk the huge popular reputation that he has single-handedly gained for himself, by silencing Andrew forever. But for some reason nonetheless, somebody else felt they needed to do so."
John's voice bought him out of this, out of the blue when he chose to ask him about where they needed to start first with this case. "Any ideas, on who we might need to pay a visit to first?...You know, before Mycroft gets wind of your latest case and forbids you from angering the Scottish MPs any further." He thought best to ask now, rather than later, at least before the Holmes brothers started trading childish insults between one another.
"Yoo..hoo...Sherlock, your brother's here." Mrs Hudson suddenly informed him from the stairwell.
"Yes, thank you Mrs Hudson, for that considerate announcement." Mycroft could also be overheard responding to her comment. By the raised tone in his voice, there was a strong inkling that the elder brother wasn't entirely happy at all. Sherlock gave the typical unsurprised look, as he relaxed back in his armchair meanwhile John looked surprisingly amused by the minor commotion.
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"This isn't childhood again Sherlock, where you're constantly receiving the high praise for being the smarter child in the room, dearest brother. No this is me, informing you that I don't like finding myself being kept in the dark, with whatever details are linked to one of your latest cases." Mycroft reminded his younger brother, that these difficult times nowadays were regularly changing more than ever and of the importance of how secrets shouldn't be concealed from loved ones who mattered the most to someone.
"I think you've got things the wrong way around. You know as well as I know, that our mother didn't consider me to be incredibly smart. She considered you to be the more smartest child Mycroft. Naturally I agreed with her, despite my reasonable annoyance." Sherlock quickly corrected him on this important enough matter.
"Now why doesn't that surprise me. You do realize don't you, you could land me in heaps of trouble, if you don't provide a decent explanation as to why, you've publicly nitpicked at certain Scottish MPs. Eventually journalists will find out the truth behind your reasons, now's the time to beat them at their own game. " Mycroft responded, with some surprising yet thought-provoking words of advise.
"Since when do you hate journalists?" A curious looking John asked, out of the blue. He glanced back and forth between both of the brothers, Mycroft's registered, telling expression betrayed his steely posture.
"I've never seen eye to eye with them John, especially on several occasions nonetheless. To be specific, let's just say...pointless accusations and threats of intrusion were aired and vented by them. Luckily nothing came of them but still, a few of the Government departments including mine, continue to have a frosty relationship with the press." Mycroft suddenly revealed quite a startling story about the public relations with the media.
"Fine if you insist on being in the know Mycroft, I shouldn't keep you waiting any longer...if you wanting the truth from me, on why I berated these so called politicians." Sherlock marginally stressed, knowing he couldn't keep the investigation quieter for a moment longer.
"Well no time like the present, seeing as some of us, don't prefer to enjoy the option of having to endure a bit of a time-waster." The older brother gave the distinctive impression that he might be losing whatever patience he had left. He smirked in thought as he reminded himself of a previous childhood memory, clearly he knew Sherlock did occasionally like to drag out speeches and answers, for however long it was possible before finally giving when he became bored.
"Bossiness doesn't suit you. Fine if you must know, myself and John are investigating the death of a man named Andrew Miller. He had the misfortune of uncovering an affair between Samuel McKenna and a businesswoman." Sherlock retorted, providing his brother with the only facts and info, they had known with regards to this case.
"And let me guess you believe, someone had decided to take matters into their own hands, by making sure they were able to permanently stop him from going to the press, with evidence of this alleged affair." Mycroft asked, smirking evasively. Some of the handwritten evidence and facts were currently pinned up on the landscape map poster, which Sherlock had chosen to place up on the wall. The Consulting Detective pretty much preferred this more than one of those "boring old evidence boards".
"And of course, you're here to tell me I'm bound to earn myself a nationwide ban from entering Scotland?" Sherlock countered, his ways of thinking had persistently been capable of outsmarting Mycroft, at every given opportunity possible. He scoffed, deliberately turning his head away, so he could think more clearer.
"You do realize you may land us both in the deepest of trouble, if these allegations of this affair and the murder got out. You haven't visited the crime scene yet you've gathered enough knowledge from that ridiculous mind memory of yours, to know that planned foul play was committed with this particular murder. I don't know how you manage John, to keep your concerned thoughts under wraps."
"You know, it's the type of question I keep asking myself." John jokingly commented. An amusing comment which failed to raise any hint of a smile from his friend.
"I've already examined the crime scene...earlier this week, the night after the murder had taken place. Messy and untidy main office, there weren't any signs to suggest that a violent struggle had taken place. George thought it otherwise, obviously." Without a food for thought, Sherlock by now had skillfully deducted every accurate detail of the murder scene.
"Greg, not George." John amended his friend's name-dropping mistake. Both brothers raised their eyebrows in surprise.
"If you're considering the option of risking everything for yourself dearest brother, by approaching and asking certain people questions, around or within Westminster. Then my advice to you, would be to tread carefully." Mycroft remarked, from time to time he had worried a great deal with regards to his younger brother's personal safety. Well it obviously that's what an older brother was importantly meant to do in life, especially for a younger sister or brother, who was inexperienced, struggling to adapt these ever-changing times in life.
"Oh for heavens sake Mycroft. I'm perfectly capable of minding my own safety." Sherlock argued back, in a less argumentative manner.
"And mine ... I can make sure I'm safe as well." John admitted, he felt like he was becoming the elephant in the room, whenever the brothers traded silly and immature insults at each other.
"There...you see myself and John are effectively capable enough of not putting ourselves in the spotlight, when we go and interview a few of Andrew's colleagues and one or two MPs in Westminster. There's nothing else for say on this matter anyway, seeing as I'm now bored of talking.." Sherlock complained, waving and flapping both hands around, frustratingly.
Sensing he might have overstayed his welcome slightly, Mycroft felt he ought to make a reasonable excuse to leave. "Well I'll be on my way. Please do feel free to phone me to let me know, on how your latest case is progressing." He bowed his head, gazing down, deeply in thought at the darkened carpet beneath his polished shoes momentarily before his eyes glanced up again, observing John's disappointed reaction then over towards his brother. He left, choosing not to utter another word.
"What the hell was that...Sherlock. He gave you the green light, to investigate this case and then you end up throwing his words of advice back in his face." John commented.
"I'm not angry at him, if that's what you want to know. He's behaving the way, he's preferably preferred to behave, by being the typical overprotective brother." Sherlock was quick to dismiss John's questions, he clasped both hands together, thoughtfully making a half prayer hands gesture.
Outside of 221b Baker Street, a shocked Mycroft was grasping his mobile phone and holding it against his ear, whilst examining a graffiti message on the side of his car. "Tick-tock Mycroft's going soft"
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