A slight ooc Sherlock, sorry for the long wait I'm writing 3 stories at a time

Outside Baker Street…

John waved at a taxi and jumped inside after Sherlock and Michael as it stopped to a halt,

"Where to boys," the driver felt particularly chatty that day, "Off on a family day out?"

John immediately realized what was implied "Erm, What? No. We're not, what you think we-,"

Michael's façade had shown indifference but he had wished to be someplace else but was also curious towards the idea of it.

"Scotland Yard," Sherlock interrupted,

The driver nodded and said nothing afterwards and assuming that whatever reason they were heading to the Police had to be serious enough, especially having brought a minor.

After a series of questions through interrogation and the required fingerprints, the police and the national database have to still question the boy's background and any conception of the offender that both remains inconclusive.

Also, the phone number given by Michael was no longer valid and until they could investigate further by phoning the landline phone supplier, a pending approval was sent to the Chief Superintendent.

"Well, this case is on a standstill." Lestrade spoke,

Sherlock stood inattentively as John is left to wonder what he is able to do next,

"How long until… then?"

"A couple of days, to say the least,"

Sherlock's eyes widened "That's long enough," he murmured as he inhaled energetically for air,

"What?" John griped,

"Hmm?" the consulting detective spun to exit the inspector's office, "We're going."

"Going where Sherlock?" the D.I questioned,

Sherlock's eyebrow cocked which could've only meant one thing, after being affiliated with him for years both John and himself knew that look- and it had often spelled for trouble.

"I am going to do what I currently exist for."

"That wouldn't be wise Sherlock, look at where you are standing,"

John was in another of those situations he had often found himself in. Would he rather go ahead with Sherlock or prevent himself from being killed or ending up into trouble with the law,

"You're going to get him aren't you?"

"Yep."

The Inspector who was in a spot of bother, he had poised himself better on the reclining black leather chair, in the hopes of gaining some authority of the current situation.

"Unless you want to be arrested or you want the local council knocking on your door- then go ahead."

"I'll be his temporary guardian through private arrangements have Mycroft sort it out."

"Alright then, I'm off to look after the children," John let out and exasperated sigh.

"I'm really not sure that Sherlock's fit for that job… I mean a bloody psychopathic freak with a child?" Anderson declared reaching for his cup of coffee as he resumed,

"No, what I meant was," Sherlock was off before he could bother interpreting what would had been said.

"I guess I'll be going too…" and with that John followed the consulting detective and dreaded for what was to come leaving Lestrade distraught,

"SHERLOCK!"

John reaches out for his house keys and headed into his flat, Sherlock was as per usual sat on his couch strumming his violin.

"Alright, I'm home. I've bought the essentials he needs and some shopping," he scans the room to look for Michael only to found himself sitting on the floor watching television watching EastEnders on mute, "What are you doing?"

Without bothering to look at the Doctor he answered in a monotone, "Surely you're smarter than that Doctor Watson,"

John was in actuality pissed, really pissed. This was his second attempt to belittle him. After dropping his shopping onto the kitchen counter he placed a cardboard box filled with clothes onto his couch. It had looked like clothes from John's youth and somehow it had still held some sort of sentimental value to be still in possession of it.

"Right, here is some extra clothing since you only have a dress on."

After rummaging through the clothes, Michael had settled into his casual attire of what he'd usually worn when he wasn't wearing either his uniform or pajamas. He was wearing a dark shirt with a grey cotton jumper with black stripes which were quite large especially the tweed coat that had its sleeves covering the hands. The undergarments were of course the part of the 'essentials' that John had bought along with socks, and for clothing on the lower half of the body they were still looking,

"I'm afraid all the trousers and jeans I've got are still too large for you even with a belt on. I guess you'll have to wear the shorts,"

Unfortunately, a visitor happened to pop in to witness Michael who had remained silent throughout the process and John hopelessly trying to fit on multiple shorts on him in the hopes of finding one that will more or less fit his size,

"Why didn't you pick the t-shirt, hoodie or denim jacket instead?"

"I don't do small talk, Doctor"

"Right…"

That particular visitor was no other than Mycroft Holmes, who came to scold off Sherlock. As he entered the first person to come into eye contact with him was with Michael which he then glared towards Sherlock,

"Brother dear…"

John jumped at his sudden introduction,

"Although I accept that your line of work involves institutive action this is quite foreboding. I'm afraid I have to decline what you have proposed." The government official fretted,

"I too must decline," Sherlock replied with shut eyes, "I find your visits too frequent it's bothersome. Leave."

With much contempt Mycroft answered in his usual tone, "I'm tempted to do likewise and I visit when I can. Sherlock, I will not entrust you to be the guardian of any child, instead I must delegate John to do so alternatively."

There was a silence in which a protest was expected from John leaving Sherlock awoken by the unusual occurrence and Mycroft with his condescending look. John was too absorbed by something else,

"I don't see how you're even trying to follow a story without sound you know the story has dialogue to help you, why do you even watch rubbish shows. Go watch something… educational?" The doctor asserted.

"I am afraid I have to disagree on your assumptions. In my experience, the story is irrelevant hence are your derogatory remarks and proposition."

Michael resumed watching sat on the floor and with his knees touching his chin. John was in utter confusion what did Michael meant and the Holmes brothers were waiting for his response?

"So you're saying that you're some kind of child prodigy that can-"

"No." Michael simply replied.

"I'm sorry, did you need anything Mycroft?" John sounded nonsensical and that probably was the case, he'd thought.

"I trust Sherlock to tell you what we've discussed, obliquely. Goodbye."

And with the tap of his umbrella and a spin of his heel he was off to the next station of conferences.

"We're getting a train," Sherlock suddenly announced, "Let's go John, him too."

"Where are we going? You don't take the tube, not after you've found out how many-"

"Yes, alright no need for that." Sherlock interrupted, "Not the tube, St. Pancras to Wiltshire, Castle Combe."

"You have figured as much," Michael replied unsurprised.

"…And unless I'm there I won't be any closer to solving this case."

"Wait, we can't have him travelling he's not mentally fit to do so." John appealed, 'although that's where his brother is, it could help him recover if we find him- We've got Sherlock.

At Chippenham Station…

As the three exits the station John is left to wonder how they will be able to travel anywhere. In the hurry of getting there after Sherlock booked in ticket right at the last minute, he'd left all of his cash savings and had him instead to cover all their costs if they had to stay overnight.

"Right, so have you got a cab to drive us to his village?" The doctor inquired.

"No,"

"Well bloody brilliant!" John exclaimed, "How the hell are we supposed to get there?"

"Given that we're about 6.2 miles away from the village," Michael begun, "It would take you two about 2 hours arrive."

John rubbed his eyes in discontent, "Us two? What makes you think you're not coming with us?"

"I'm assuming that your reason to go there is to find any evidence to where my parents could be and waste your time with trivial information that you may find, but I'm here with another agenda to meet my brother and find him."

"Wait, you're very- you don't make sense what do you mean? You know where he is?"

"To whom are you implying? I'm afraid that you are the one that is not making any sense."

"Sherlock?" John finally consulted the consulting detective who by the looks of it was currently trying to make his sense of the whole situation.

"There's more than one person in the picture John."

"Then why didn't you tell me this right at the beginning!?"

Michael began to walk to the direction of his boarding school, leaving John and Sherlock conversing until they had realised he had a head start not towards Castle Combe but South of the station.

'Where's he going now?' John wondered.