Over the next few weeks, Sherlock found that John was starting to creep into his thoughts and his dreams. He needed a case to take his mind off John, but no good ones were turning up. He tried to push his feelings aside again and again, but it was no use, they kept returning, getting stronger every time he saw John or heard his sweet, kind voice. He knew he had to do something about it, so one day, Sherlock went to see the person he detested most in the world, his brother.
'Sooo, Sherlock my dear brother, what do I have the pleasure of meeting you for?' The small grin in Mycroft's face annoyed the hell out of Sherlock, but he decided to be polite, after all, he did come here for help.
' I was wondering if you had any cases I would be able to take, you see I haven't really been put on any big cases, well since my return. And that was a year ago now, so i came to you, to see if you could... If you could,' Sherlock got interrupted bid sentence.
' You want help from me.' The grin on Mycroft's face was now even bigger and he had said the sentence as if mocking his younger sibling.' Well if course I can give you a case, all you had to do was ask.'
'Just remember, your plane leaves at three tomorrow.' Mycroft reminded Sherlock as he left his office. Mycroft had given him a case investigating the death of a young girl in Greece, she had been the daughter of their prime minister, Kostas Karamanlis, and it was suspected that she had been murdered, although no one could be sure and no one knew who, if it was murder, had committed the crime. It was not a hard case, in fact Sherlock already had a few ideas of his own, but of course it was necessary that he should see the body before coming to conclusions.
Mycroft had given him one week to solve the case, but Sherlock knew that it would only take at least a day. Which meant that he had six left to put his plan into action.