A/N: Well, here's the second installment. I can't believe how many reviews I got! I just want to thank everyone who reviewed. It's really a great feeling when your email's blowing up with FanFiction emails (: Anyway, sorry I couldn't update soon enough, school has been terrible. But, I hope you enjoy (:
"John…John look at this. I can't believe the nerve of him to insult me in this way" Sherlock said after a couple minutes of speculation. John came over and read the text that Sherlock showed him. After reading it, John burst out laughing. "What?" Sherlock asked. "What's so funny?"
John sobered up. "Sherlock…who do you think sent that?" He asked. "Bloody Mycroft. He thinks he's so funny. I swear this has been the last straw." Sherlock said, gathering up his coat. "Come on John. We're going to give him a visit." John just shook his head. That man can be so vain.
Upon getting in the taxi, John asked Sherlock questions regarding the text. "Sherlock…do you really think Mycroft texted you that?" "Well of course. Who else would? Come on John. I didn't think you could be this non-observant." John just shook his head. Obviously, there was no getting through that thick skull of his.
Upon reaching Mycroft's house, or mansion as John liked to call it, Sherlock jumped out of the taxt and angrily strided towards the front door. He just angrily stood there fuming as John followed him. When John reached him, he rang the doorbell. The door opened and a young blond man of about 30 stood there. "Ah, the other Mr. Holmes. Please come in." He said as he stepped aside to let Sherlock enter. John followed him and Sherlock led the way to Mycroft's office.
When they entered his office, Mycroft looked up from his desk. "Sherlock. What brings you here?" He asked, not sounding surprised. "Don't play coy, Mycroft. The text? Ring a bell?" Sherlock spat out. "Sherlock, what are you talking about? You know I don't text when I can talk, and I've been in my office all day. I could have called you if I needed to." Mycroft replied.
"Don't lie to me Mycroft. You've taken your handkerchief out to wipe your mouth and it is stained with tea, so clearly you went out for tea. You could've texted me then."
"Sherlock, why would I text you? And may I see the text message you so clearly are so riled up about?"
Sherlock pulled out his phone and showed Mycroft the incriminating text. After a moment of reading Mycroft smiled as he looked up. John shivered- it was unnerving to see him smile.
"Well, it seems that someone has been sending texts on my behalf. Obviously it wasn't me, and I don't think John sent it, so who could it be?"
"Well, it could be an old enemy or maybe someone trying to lure me somewhere…" Sherlock continued on talking when Mycroft caught John's eye and rolled his eyes.
"Sherlock, surely you couldn't be this naïve. Of course I know who sent it and I believe John does too. Think!" As Sherlock thought, a realization hit him, and at that exact moment, Mycroft said: "This text was sent by our young friend, Miss Molly Hooper."
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