Chapter 3

We had gotten into the car. A thousand questions were in my head with very little answers.

"Do you have any idea why the woman was killed?"

"I have a theory, but I need data."

"Did M-"

"Mycroft text me? Yes. No, I'm not entirely sure the reason. Probably to give a lecture."

"Sherlock, I don't really know how to say this," He turned and looked at me, with those pale blue eyes. I began to get very uncomfortable.

"But I couldn't help but notice certain similarities between you and Jenny."

"John, for the record, I've never met her, or her family before. So whatever idea you have in your head, it's not true." I looked at him, and his face told the truth. However, it seems impossible to me that a girl like her could be so smart without Holmes blood in her.

The car had finally stopped. Sherlock had gotten out of the car, I followed. The place we were at seemed to be an abandoned warehouse. Typical. We went inside. It was a cool, eerie place full of shadows. Mycroft appeared out of nowhere.

"Such an interesting place for a meeting," Sherlock commented. The two brothers looked at each other.

"Recently, someone has been following me," Mycroft explained.

"Are you sure it wasn't your shadow?" Sherlock remarked. Mycroft just stared at his younger brother.

"Sherlock, leave this case alone," He said.

"Ah, but now I have all the more reason to continue to the case," Sherlock said with a grin.

"I'm telling you, leave it alone," He said with a stern face.

"Or else what?" Sherlock questioned.

"Well then we'll find out then, won't we?" Mycroft said, challenging his brother. And with that, Mycroft started to walk away.

"Keep an eye on him John. Don't let him do anything stupid." He disappeared in the darkness.

"I wonder what that mean," I muttered.

"It means Mycroft has a secret that he's not willing to reveal. And he doesn't want us to find out." With that note, we headed back to 221 B Baker Street.