Sherlock stared down his phone.
The 17 of November was the day Sherlock Holmes texted his brother for the first time..in a forgotten amount of years. A majority of the time, Mycroft initiated the conversation, meetings, and contact either of them had with each other. They didn't interact aside from the regularly playing online scrabble against each other.
DeerStalker opened a chatroom.
DeerStalker invited IcicleCubed.
DeerStalker:Hello Mycroft.
DeerStalker:You owe me, and I would like my favor now.
IcicleCubed:From what do I owe you?
DeerStalker:Three years ago, Clane Charvor, you owe me.
IcicleCubed:Is this about the Charlesburn case?
DeerStalker:Yes.
IcicleCubed:First, how are you brother? Second, the Watsons forced you to contact me, most likely Mary.
DeerStalker:I'm fine. Pleasantries are sentimental Mycroft. And it was both of them.
IcicleCubed:Yes, but they also test patience and manners. You are willing to go farther for this case, because it interests you.
DeerStalker:May I have the files pertaining to the case?
IcicleCubed:A USB will be at the closest drop off of mine. Do take care of yourself, brother of mine.
DeerStalker:Thank you for the files. Good day Mycroft.