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~ ~ The next morning ~ ~
Sherlock opened his bedroom door, wrapping the white bed sheet around himself. He yawned, ruffling his hair with one hand, the sheet falling open because of it. He blinked a few times, looking around the room. Still yawning, he pulled the sheet around himself and strolled into the sitting room, about to take his place in his chair but found it was occupied by no other than the British government, his brother Mycroft.
"Morning, brother." Mycroft smiled ever so slightly. Sherlock scoffed and sat down in the chair opposite him.
"What do you want, Mycroft?"
His older brother smirked slightly and raised his arm up over the chair, pulling his umbrella out from beneath it. "I think you know. It's obvious. Besides, you stealing my possessions gave me another excuse to talk to you. It's about Mummy. It seems she suspended your rights to your trust fund."
"Don't blame Mummy for things that you did, Mycroft. I know it was you. Mummy favors me."
He rolled his eyes. "Brother dear, would I really do that to you?"
"Of course. You're practically the British government. You'd do anything you please."
Mycroft allowed himself another sly smirk. "Very well then. If that was so obvious maybe you'll have more fun with this." Mycroft held out a case file. Sherlock glanced at the manila folder, but nothing more.
John walked into the room. "Morning girls, start the tea party without me?" He smirked. Mycroft did not look at all amused. Sherlock didn't even say anything.
"Mycroft wouldn't call it a party unless there is cake to be had, John." Sherlock smirked. John laughed. Mycroft scowled at him.
"Sherlock…" He shook the hand that held the folder. Holmes only sat there, holding his sheet. Mycroft frowned again and stood up, handing the folder to John.
"Think it over, Sherlock. You'll be seeing me again, quite soon."
The detective rolled his eyes. Mycroft smirked again. "Don't make me order you to solve this, brother."
Sherlock sat there. Mycroft waltzed out of the room, looking pleased with himself.
"Wonder how long it will take him to realize that's not his umbrella."
