Mycroft
Mycroft shuffled through the papers on his desk, trying to sort them into nice, neat piles. Everything about his office had to be neat, orderly. He couldn't live without it. That was what made him and Sherlock so different; Sherlock was the one who explored new things, ready for adventure, whereas Mycroft was the one who stayed home and did all of the paperwork.
Mycrofts phone buzzed, and he flipped it out of his chest pocket, looking at the id. Sherlock. Speak of the devil. What was strange was that he was calling Mycroft, instead of texting him. He knew that this meant one thing; Sherlock wanted something.
"Hello, Sherlock," Mycroft said, trying to brace himself for what Sherlock wanted. He would try not to be surprised, although nothing truly surprised him anymore.
"Hello dear Mycroft. How long has it been since we talked?" Sherlock asked, being as polite as he could.
"About four months," Mycroft answered. "Let's just get straight to the point, Sherlock. What do you want?"
Sherlock paused for a moment, maybe thinking over his plan. Mycroft waited patiently, like he always did.
"Molly's with child," Sherlock said finally.
Mycroft was stunned. How had he not gotten this information before now? How could his spies (or information gatherers, as he liked to call them) miss that?
"How long?"
"Slightly over a month. I can tell you're surprised. You really have too much faith in them, Mycroft. I was able to break into Baskerville for twenty minutes, surely Molly and I could hide this information for a month."
Mycroft felt himself go a bit red in the face, but he wasn't sure if it was from anger or embarrassment. Probably both. Payback for making him feel so uncomfortable, he quickly jabbed an insult at Sherlock.
"Are you sure you can even handle a child?"
"Don't think I haven't thought this through, Mycroft. I do think ahead, unlike some people..."
"Just making sure," Mycroft said, a frown upon his face.
The door to his office opened a crack, and his blonde-haired, bright-eyed secretary peeked her head in.
"Sir?"
"One moment, Sherlock," Mycroft said, and placed his hand over the speaker.
"What is it?"
"Your appointment is here."
"Tell him he's early."
"I did, but he insisted..."
"Fine," Mycroft said, then put the phone back up to his ear. "I have to go, Sherlock."
He hung up the phone just as his secretary re-entered, but this time with a tall, well-built, smartly dressed man.
"Hello Mr. Moran," Mycroft said, a welcoming smile on his face.
"Oh please," answered the man. "Call me Sebastian."
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