Chapter 3

„This is where you go after tea?"

"How did you get in here? I thought I lost you."

Sherlock shrugged. "It's surprisingly easy to get in here if one wears a suit and a tie." He loosened the knot around his throat and threw the tie on the table. "How can you wear those all the time? Don't answer that, you were always strange." He snatched a file from its owner and looked it over.

Mycroft pinched the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. "Give that back Sherlock. It's classified."

Sherlock threw the file back. "It's boring anyway. You can't arrest the Thai Ambassador anyway." He grabbed a letter opener from the table and played with it on his way to the enormous window. He peered outside and watched two government drivers cleaning their cars while fiddling with the curtain cord.

"What are you doing here?" Mycroft had arranged the file in its original position.

"Nothing is going on in the world. Can't you start a war or something? I could use the diversion." He loosened one of the cords that held the heavy curtains back, it fell in place with a loud 'swoosh'.

Mycroft sighted and rubbed his temples. "I think I have to talk to John about letting you out of sight."

Sherlock swirled around and narrowed his eyes. "Do not lay hand on John, do you understand! John is off limits, Mr. I-have-to-kidnap-John-every-time-I-want-to-talk-to-him!"

Mycroft was surprised by the suddenly cold tone. He smirked. "Fine. I won't kidnap him, but I am going to call him and tell him that you are here."

Sherlock turned his back at his brother and continued to look outside. "Did you know that those two drivers have an affair with each other?"

Mycroft hit the speed dial. "Yes. Sherlock, I'm dialing." He stared at his phone for a second when he realized that it read 'Captain Sidekick' instead of the usual 'John Watson'.

The younger Holmes played with the curtain. "Why would I care about that?"

"It's ringing, Sherlock!"

The younger man turned around with a sullen look on his face. "Fine. I'll go. Is that really the way you want to treat your brother?"

Mycroft raised an eyebrow. "Stop acting like a teenager, will you?"

Sherlock broke into a grin. He waved at his brother and left his office.

Mycroft had to chuckle. He quickly suppressed it when John answered his phone.

John was sitting with his back to the door when Sherlock entered Bakerstreet. Sherlock considered the possibility of sneaking past the doctor into his room.

"Do you want some tea Sherlock?"

"How did you know I was here? I made no sound."

John smiled. "There's a mirror, Sherlock, opposite of you."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and sat down next to John. He took the offered cup of tea and eyed his friend warily.

"Where have you been?"

Sherlock decided not to answer, instead he sipped his tea.

"Mycroft called." John looked at Sherlock intently.

Sherlock put his cup back in its saucer and ran his hand through his hair. "So? He calls you all the time."

John had to suppress a smile. "He said you followed him around since breakfast. And you slipped through security, messed with his office and, apparently, changed all the names of his contacts."

Sherlock played with one of his black locks while he drummed the rhythm of Vivaldi's spring. "I can't believe he called you. I left. That was all he wanted, and he still called you!"

John grinned. "You really have nothing to do, don't you?"

"What is it this time?" Sherlock sighted and glared at John. "My phone? My laptop? Go to your room, Sherlock?" He got up and started pacing through the room, occasionally picking small items up only to place them somewhere entirely different.

John watched him for a short time, figuring that he'd better speak up soon before Sherlock managed to redecorate the whole room. He had already stacked a letter opener upon a pear upon a group of chess pieces and the whole construction looked unstable. "No, not this time."

Sherlock stopped dead in his tracks and frowned at John. "Something new?"

"No." John had to laugh at Sherlock's obvious confusion.

"What then?"

"Nothing." John could see that Sherlock was nearly bursting with need to know. "Come on Sherlock, it's sibling rivalry. You can annoy your brother as much as you want as far as I'm concerned."

Sherlock sat down again. "I don't understand." It was clear how difficult those words were for him.

John smiled. "Sherlock, you are not supposed to break any laws as you did by entering the Yard. You are not supposed to annoy Lestrade, because he just might cut of your access to cases. Of course you are not supposed to use items that belong to someone else without asking. You should have learned that as a child, but obviously you either didn't or choose to ignore it." John could see that his speech made Sherlock uncomfortable. "However, rules can be bent when it concerns the interaction between siblings. And hell, it's Mycroft. I don't know how often he kidnapped me in the past. Annoy him all you want."

Sherlock slowly grinned and reached for his tea. "So I'm not in trouble."

"No, Sherlock you are not." John smiled at him. "However, call me Captain Sidekick once more and I'm going to show you what this Captain Sidekick will do to you, understood?"

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