A/N: Thank you to everyone for all the lovely reviews! *showers you with Christmas cookies*
From silvermouse - Denmark
==Day Four==
Denmark
It started when Mycroft Holmes discovered that when one engaged in foreign politics in Whitehall, one's private life was dramatically diminished. In particular, it left him with less time to spend "aiding and abetting" his younger brother, who was still struggling to establish his practice. The first time he had to send Sherlock away, it was because of an incident with the Danish embassy. Sherlock had looked taken aback for a moment in a way that made Mycroft feel terribly guilty.
Then Sherlock accepted it in such a manner that said clearly that he believed that his brother was merely putting him off, and no such incident existed. Mycroft didn't bother to argue: the boy's delusions refused to be challenged.
Over the years, however, there did come times that Mycroft just did not want to deal with his brother's problems. Sherlock was a grown man—he could take care of himself. So on such occasions, Mycroft simply said, "Denmark." Sherlock didn't like it, but he did understand it.
After a good twenty years of using the codeword, Mycroft was dining out with his brother. "Do you know, the original Denmark was a real incident," he said casually.
"Oh, I do know," Sherlock smirked.
Mycroft dropped his fork.
"I made some inquiries at the time and verified it," said Sherlock, clearly relishing this. "But you needed some way to put me off kindly." He shrugged.
"Sherlock, of all the insufferable—"
"Mycroft, people are staring."
"Not as much as they will when I wring your neck, brother mine. I would like to see your baritsu save you then."
Sherlock merely grinned.
A/N: Well, I tried to make this a 221B and failed. Oh well. I'm also a day behind. *sigh* Could not be helped. I'll try to catch up.