Hello readers. Chapter three is up. I still can't decide dance partners. I hope it works out in the end. NOW this story begins. This is a bit longer because I can't update for two weeks. I'm going on a school trip to Poland. I'm so excited! (: Reviews are like sweets. Have a good weekend everybody! ^w^
Let's catch the dancing murderer - Chapter three
"Mrs. Hudson! Don't bother with the door! It's just my annoying brother!" Sherlock yelled from the sofa. Yet he could hear the sound of two pairs of footsteps coming up from the stairs, to 221B.
"Sherlock, you don't have to yell. I have hear fine anyway. It's rude to not invite your brother in. You have to take good care of siblings. I still regret my relationship with my older brother. I didn't see him for years and then he died."
Sherlock didn't need to open his eyes, to know that his brother was staring at him. He ignored Mycroft and used his other senses instead. He could hear a chatter coming from the kitchen and a kettle boiling. Yes, Mrs. Hudson was making Mycroft tea. Hadn't he his own tea to drink?
Mycroft stared at Sherlock and he knew Sherlock was annoyed. Sherlock's face twisted when he had come up the stairs. This would be one of those days when Sherlock would try to ignore him but then the curiosity would win in the end.
Mrs. Hudson was in the kitchen making tea. Mycroft was happy that Sherlock had someone to take care of him other than himself. She really was a remarkable lady that could put up with Sherlock's childish nature. She was of course used to these kind of things, if you looked at her past. Even Sherlock didn't know about Mrs. Hudson's past or that Mycroft had hinted to her that his brother needed a flat.
The sofa became uncomfortable so he sat up. He didn't yet open his eyes. He knew that Mycroft was still staring at him. Why was Mycroft here? To keep an eye on him or more likely he had a case of "national importance". Sherlock never guessed, so he knew why Mycroft was here. It was because of a case, which he would not take.
"I know you are here because of a case. I don't want it. Go Mycroft." Sherlock said and opened his eyes.
"I know you don't like when I bring you cases but this one is interesting. It is of great importance. I need you to look at this one. I want your involvement and thoughts about it". While Mycroft had said that, he had put a folder on the table.
"I don't want your cases, Mycroft. I have much more important things and experiments to do. Now go." Sherlock would not admit how much his fingers twitched with want, to pick up that folder. He was bored out of his mind. A genius brain needed stimulation and of course, an audience.
"Sherlock, I know you haven't had a case for a while and you don't have any ongoing experiments. You have to be bored."
"Spying again Mycroft? I don't need your surveillance any more. I have been clean for years. How's the diet going?"
"Fine." His brother could be so childish sometimes or he was like that all the time. It wasn't hard for Mycroft to deduce Sherlock and the signs were clear. Sherlock needed something to do. Otherwise someone else was going to suffer.
The flat was silent and neither Sherlock or Mycroft said anything for a couple of minutes. Mycroft drank his tea and Sherlock had closed his eyes again. The flat was very messy, Mycroft noted. If you looked really close, you could see some dried paint on one wall. It seemed to be two hours old. Very bored indeed.
"Fine, give me the folder." Sherlock snarled so quiet that Mycroft almost didn't hear him.
Mycroft smiled to himself and put down his cup and gave the folder to his brother. He was always right, Sherlock can't ever resist the temptation of a good case.
He didn't want to see the smug look on Mycroft's face, so he quickly opened the folder and scanned through it. Yes. of course Mycroft wanted to protect the famous politician James Moriarty. He paused when he saw the note addressed to himself and yes, this case could almost become a nine and interesting. What he could remember, he hadn't met anyone who could fit to be this mysterious JM. But many people wasn't so happy with his work. He had offended many and he knew that he had a few enemies. They could be anywhere, when his archenemy was sitting right in front of him.
He had seen Sherlock's eyes sparkle with interest and mostly it was because of the note. Mycroft was happy he could bring something that would stimulate his brother's brain. As long as cases cheered up Sherlock, Mycroft would always come back with them.
"The plan is that you're going undercover as a participant in the show. You know how to dance most of those dances but don't try to attract any unnecessarily attention to yourself. There are eight dance pairs and you're going to dance with an old friend of mine, Molly Hooper." Mycroft handed Sherlock a photo of this Molly Hooper.
It wasn't hard for Sherlock to deduce her. She was very ordinary looking and had shoulder length hair. She wasn't ugly but quite normal and Sherlock hated normal. Every normal person was boring. He looked at her clothes and deduced that she wasn't so famous yet and she was single. He would be a bit taller than her and obviously almost dancing as good as her.
"Some of the participants have already begun practicing. You can meet Miss Hooper tomorrow. It's a bit of a hurry but the first episode will be on Saturday. You have all information in the folder and you are competing as yourself. Sherlock, you and that deerstalker of yours have become quite the celebrities these days".
"Yes, don't remind me of that stupid hat. It was for a case!" Sherlock said grumpily and turned his back to his older brother. He looked to his left and saw the item in question. Why had that hat become so famous?
Mycroft thought the deerstalker was actually cute but he would never in his life say that out loud to his brother. That would be a bit awkward. Their relationship didn't need to become anymore strained than it already was.
"And the other participants?" Sherlock asked before he had seen the list in the folder. The first name was of one John Watson.