Chapter 2: Lowering the IQ
It was exactly 6:00pm when Mycroft and Sherlock arrived outside the shabby,ransacked building that Anderson referred to as a 'block of flats' but in fact was more a pit full of despair and disappointment.
"Don't try and fake this,brother. I'll be watching." giggled Mycroft as he flipped open his laptop.
"Won't dream of it." smirked Sherlock as he set off into the disregarded building, subconsciously turning up his collar as he went.
~~In the Flat a few minutes later ~~
"When I was last here..."grinned Sherlock sat with his chair pulled up closely to Anderson, "...you said that the way I did it, the way I lived, was not that smart. So tell me,former detective Anderson,how would you have done it?"
"S-seriously? " shuttered Anderson both unnerved and slightly charmed by three things. One, The closeness between him and the curly haired man with stunning eyes. Two, the tone of said man's voice. It was alluring in a way that seemed forbidden and wrong yet you don't care. Three, and the most important in this test, the attention Sherlock was giving the know bearded man. Sherlock Holmes giving Ian Anderson attention. Unheard of. 'Let here he is' thought Anderson 'sat so close to me. Listening. Actually concerning himself with me other than to point where I'm going wrong.'
Andersons happy thought trail was broken by the feeling of someone gripping his hand. "Please~I want to hear your idea, Anderson. Your best one." Sherlock leaned closer to Anderson and whispered lowly in his ear. " Please~ I'll do anything~". Almost automatically Anderson gripped Sherlock by his coat and clung desperately to his hand as he mumbled out his idea in great but quick detail. The best one. With Darren Brown and the kiss with Molly. Once he'd finished there was a brief silence.
"Brilliant." whispered Sherlock, "Except one detail..."
"It's the Darren Brown thing isn't it." panicked Anderson. However he calmed down as a soft hand stroked his check. " No,"smiled Sherlock leaning close to Andersons trembling lips."The kiss. It should have been like this."
Softly Sherlock placed his lips on Andersons tilting his head slightly inviting Anderson to melt into the kiss. Which he did. Anderson wrapped his arms around Sherlock's slender kneck. 'For Godsake Mycroft. Hurry up and call it of.' mentally screamed Sherlock as Anderson ran his tongue down his lower lip asking for entry. Reluctantly Sherlock opened his mouth allowing Andersons ravenous tongue to explore his mouth.
"That'll do little brother." smirked Mycroft from the doorway abruptly. He wasn't alone next to him stood Lestrade shaking his head. "Finally."blurted Sherlock getting up and walking out the door "Who's next?" "Molly." stated the elder of the Holmes brothers following Sherlock out of the flat. "Ian, I'm sorry... Their only messing." tried Lestrade. "Get out!" screamed Anderson chucking the nearest thing at Lestrade's head as the inspector turned to run after his boyfriend and Sherlock.
~~Outside~~
"Y'know you two may know a hella lot about running the countries secret service or solving closed room murders but" ranted Greg to Mycroft and Sherlock , who clearly (he thought) were the paying the slightest attention, as the three of them got in his car as Mycroft's was no longer there." youse know nothing about people and emotions. And in that sense," he said looking at Sherlock" your lowering the IQ of the entire street."
As they buckled up (Sherlock in the back, Mycroft and Lestrade upfront) a silence grew only being cut through by the low hum of the engine. "Your wrong." whispered Mycroft abruptly. "Pardon?" asked Lestrade, who had learnt that his posh very important to the british government boyfriend couldn't stand bad manners. "My brother and I know as much about people as you do, Gregory." replied Mycroft, a hint of pain and hurt in his usually calm or mocking voice. "But it's not the information you have its how you use it." Angry brimmed in Mycrofts eyes as he turned away from a guilty looking Greg to stare out of the window. "I didn't mean it like that..." whispered the police inspector under his breathe.
"If you two are going to fight, which you are, I'd like to get out. I'd rather take the sub." said Sherlock wearily from the back. Lestrade sighed pulling the car over. "Are we still up for tomorrow, Mycroft?" asked Sherlock.
"Yes. Yes. I'll see you there." responded Mycroft absent-mindedly. Resulting in Sherlock giving Lestrade a glare that said 'fix this' before he hopped out the car and disappeared into the hectic streets of the Eastend.
"Mycroft..."said Greg starting off again."I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
"It' . Just. Take. Me. Home." gritted Mycroft through his teeth.
"Okay." sighed Greg. Sometimes, he'd learnt you had to let the Holmes boys have a moment.
"And your coming inside. "
"Hmh?"
"We'll watch a film and you can stay the night if you wish."
"Sounds like fun." smiled Greg seeing the smirk on Mycrofts face and realising that his tricky boyfriend had been pretending to be upset to get rid of Sherlock.