Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock
Suit tailored and pressed, Mycroft stood as the poster person for OCD. Now, Mycroft may have not been diagnosed as such, but his brother had always suspected. After all, what normal person walks around carrying an umbrella every time they leave the , the arrival of his brother could only mean one thing: bad news.
"What do you want, Mycroft?"
"What? Can't I make a friendly visit to my baby brother's without an ulterior motive?"
"No."
"Right. Then, I have a case that is most urgent and in need of a delicate touch."
"No."
"Oh, don't be daft Sherlock take the bloody case."
"I'm a consulting detective; I get to choose my cases. And, I say find someone else."
"It has something to do with James Moriarty."
Silence filled the room. Then a third voice dropped into the conversation.
"Oh, really."
The Holmes boys' heads turned in sync to see none other than Moriarty sitting in John's chair.
"Really, boys, there is no reason to be so shocked."
Mycroft recovered first.
"Well, it appears as though your help is not required after all, brother dear."
"Glad I could be of assistance. Now please get out of my flat before John gets back."
"What? Don't want you doggy to get hurt, Sherlly?"
"I'm too tired for this. I trust you two can see yourselves out."
Taking a seat the couch, Sherlock went back to looking at the newspaper. Feeling ignored, Moriarty took offense and let a pout form on his lips. Mycroft just sight and took a deep breathe. Taking out his phone, Mycroft texted his men outside to come pick up the criminal mastermind.
Seeing as he was not getting any attention, Moriarty decided to take his leave. Standing, he fixed his suit and took out his phone to text Sebation. As he reached for the door, a shrieking siren startled the men. Then just as suddenly as it had started, the noise stopped. Reaching for the door, Moriarty attempted to open it.
Nothing happened. Trying again, Moriarty gripped the knob with both hands and twisted and pulled. Again, the door did not budge. Giving up on the door, Moriarty moved over to test the windows.
While Moriarty moved around the flat with haste, the Holmes brothers had to take a moment to recover their senses and take inventory. They observed Moriarty's actions and took note that it appeared they were trapped.
"Well, this is quite a mystery?"
Sherlock smirked at the challenge.
"I suppose you'll be hosting US longer than anticipated."
The smirk slipped as a groan of resignation filled he air.