"I'm going to Florida. I thought I should notify you as you're my emergency contact." Sherlock said, lounging on Mycroft's home sofa.

"To Florida? What's brought this about?" Mycroft asked as he sat a few feet away in his armchair.

"You, mainly. You've got that DI following me around. It's irritating." Sherlock replied.

"Good. I'm glad it's irritating. Now you know how I feel when you're around." Mycroft said with a slight chuckle.

"Get used to it. You're stuck with me." Sherlock laughed, throwing one of the sofa cushions at his brother.

Mycroft caught the cushion, "And you're stuck with me, brother mine."


"I heard from Sherlock this week. Apparently he's enjoying Florida and he's got an internship over there." Mycroft told Mummy as they sat down together for their monthly lunch.

"An internship? With who?" Mummy asked.

"The law department." Mycroft replied.

"Has he ever had an interest in the law before?" Mummy asked.

"Only in breaking it." Mycroft chuckled.

"Mycroft!" Mummy exclaimed.

"What? You know it's true." Mycroft laughed.

"What will you be ordering for lunch today?" Mummy asked, watching her son over the top of the menu.

"A large meal, Mummy." Mycroft replied, looking at the menu options.

"You're a good boy, Mykie." Mummy said with a smile, gently touching Mycroft's hand for a moment.


"I'll be coming home in a few days. I'm bringing a friend back with me. Could you find her a central London house?" Sherlock asked as he spoke to his brother on the phone.

"Would this friend be Martha Hudson, wife of the recently deceased Frank Hudson?" Mycroft asked.

"Yes, it would. I didn't realize that you had a subscription to Florida Today newspaper." Sherlock replied.

"I don't, but I do take an interest in my drug addict brother returning home with the widow of a drug cartel owner." Mycroft said.

"Just find her somewhere to live and send a car to the airport." Sherlock sighed before he ended the call.


Mycroft stood beside his black Jaguar outside of arrivals at London Heathrow. He glanced at his watch, knowing Sherlock and Mrs Hudson would have collected their bags by now. After just a few more minutes of waiting, he spotted them leaving the airport. He made no move to approach them; instead he waited for Sherlock to see him.

"What are you doing here, Fatcroft?" Sherlock asked, leading Mrs Hudson over to the car.

"I'm your taxi home." Mycroft replied, turning to Mrs Hudson, "Good afternoon, I'm Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's brother."

"Martha Hudson. It's lovely to meet you, dear." Mrs Hudson replied, kissing Mycroft's cheek gently.

Mycroft opened the boot and put their cases into the car as Sherlock opened the car door for Mrs Hudson. He shut the boot lid and climbed into the driving seat, powering up the engine as he put on his seatbelt. He'd passed his driving test during his teenage years but hardly ever drove anymore. He checked his mirrors cautiously before he drove out of the arrivals pick-up area and into the city.

"So, where are we going to, Fatcroft?" Sherlock asked, kicking the back of Mycroft's seat.

"Don't distract me, Sherlock. I'd hate to kill you in an accident." Mycroft said, sarcasm in his voice, "We're going to Baker Street. I've managed to acquire a townhouse for Mrs Hudson. It's number 221."

"Baker Street? It's expensive there." Sherlock whistled.

"Yes, it is. The house is completely paid for. The bills are on direct debits out of my private account." Mycroft replied.

"That's very generous of you, Fatcroft. It's a shame that you're not that generous with sharing your pudding portions." Sherlock smirked.

Mycroft ignored his brother's words as he parked up outside of 221 Baker Street. He got out of the car and went straight to the boot, lifting Mrs Hudson's bags out and onto the pavement.

"Welcome to your new home, Mrs Hudson!" Sherlock exclaimed, snatching the door keys out of Mycroft's hand and opening the front door, "My brother is paying so make sure you use as much water and electricity as possible."

"Sherlock!" Mrs Hudson chuckled, following him into the house.

Mycroft sighed and picked up the bags, carrying them into the hallway of the townhouse. He'd had it cleaned and decorated plainly, allowing Mrs Hudson to decorate it in her chosen colours. "If you need anything, give me a call." he said, handing her his business card.

"Thank you, Mr Holmes." Mrs Hudson said with a smile, taking the card and putting it into her pocket.

"Don't call him, call me." Sherlock chuckled, giving Mrs Hudson a gentle hug before he followed Mycroft out to the car.