John emerged from the bathroom freshly showered and wearing nothing but a towel across the lower half of his body, although he had a shower after visiting the crime scene yesterday, John felt the need to have another this morning, like he did every morning, something like a ritual for the Doctor, which Sherlock didn't feel the need to question.

Sherlock was sat in his usual position 'you're burning my eyes man' he yelled, making out he was falling of his chair. It was only then that John noticed Sherlock had his mobile to his ear 'on hold' he mouthed.

A sweet melody was playing as the detective waited to be served, it made him feel nauseas. The sound reminded him of a lullaby, Sherlock didn't like lullabies they reminded him of what he considered to be a difficult childhood.

Finally a lady answered 'Taylor lane tearooms how may I help you.'

'I'd like to book a table for 2 o'clock this afternoon'

'In what name?' she prompted him.

'Sherlock ... Sherlock Holmes' he told her.

'Yes sir, your table is booked we look forward to seeing you.'

With that Sherlock put the phone down.

Sherlock, now excited about his trip to the tearoom, began to ponder the murder case. The woman had been butchered because she knew too much, but what did she know? Where was her bag?

As if lestrade could read his mind Sherlock's mobile began to buzz he picked it up.

'Sherlock, we've found the bag' lestrade informed him. 'Only had the victims purse, keys, mobile and a coffee cup, empty no liquid to be found...'

'Suggesting she was concealing something in it which the killer found and took.' Sherlock interjected.

'Erm, yes well can you come down and take a look?' he asked.

Sherlock smiled 'Alas, I cannot John and I have plans, we're going out.'

From across the room John raised an eyebrow.

'Oh no not in that way' Sherlock added.

'Ok... Well come and see it when you can'

'Will do' Sherlock put the phone down.

John looked anxiously at Sherlock 'Where are we going?' he asked, signalling to Sherlock that John had taken no notice of his phone conversation, this meant the opportunity had raised for a game and Sherlock was going to play that game.

'Why we're going on a bit of a trip' he told him, trying to keep suspense.

Sherlock grabbed his coat and scarf 'come along' he instructed John.

'Er Sherlock can I get dressed first?' he questioned.

Sherlock looked up and down at the half naked John, he sighed, 'Yes I suppose so, but be quick.' he told him.

John disappeared into his room, Sherlock waited on the arm of the chair, his feet tapping the floorboards in impatience.

Sherlock new they had left the flat far too early, they still had two hours until they should arrive at the restaurant, but he was going to drag this game out for a bit longer yet.

Soon John emerged, fully clothed and the pair left 221b Baker Street on route to Taylor lane's tearoom, John none the wiser about where Sherlock was taking him.

Unusually, Sherlock chose to walk to their destination, or a least to begin with as there was no taxi in sight. John had a look of confusion spread across his face, but he didn't dare ask Sherlock where they were going again, Sherlock didn't like questions, especially repetitive questions.

Suddenly Sherlock turned sharply, hitting the wall.

'Well, that was unexpected.' He remarked, holding his head.

'Sherlock, why did you just walk into a wall?' John asked.

'Shush.' Sherlock instructed him, holding a finger to his lips, but it was to late the harsh noise of brakes screeching could be heard.

'Get into the bin.' Sherlock told John, gesturing towards a large green rubbish bin near them.

John did as he was told, Sherlock held himself stiffly against the wall, keeping within the shadows; he wasn't getting in a bin.

Footsteps creeped up until they stood opposite Sherlock,

'Hello Sherlock.' The voice greeted him eerily. 'Are you going to come with me voluntarily or will my little friends have to help you out.'

'Well, you see about that, it's not a good time really, I've got plans.' Sherlock replied.

'Well, Sherlock either way your plans are going to be delayed so I would stop messing around and pick the first of my options.'

'I'd rather not.'

'Sherlock.' The high pitched voice yelled.

Sherlock sighed, reluctantly stepping out of the shadows.

'Good boy, now look how easy things are when you do as I say, come along.' The figure headed towards the open door of the car he had arrived in. 'Oh and Sherlock, don't forget your friend.' He added.

'John.' Sherlock beckoned, his companion was soon by his side, admittedly slightly dirtier than before, John now realised his shower had been in vain.

'Follow me.' The figure ordered them, they all slided comfortably, Sherlock and John unwillingly in to the back seat.

Sherlock pulled his phone from his pocket.

Lestrade I need you. SH, he texted

He got a response immediately

Where are you? L

Don't know en-route, can you track me? SH

Possibly, I'll give it a go get back to ASAP L

I might be dead by then SH

Sherlock new the later message was a slight exaggeration, but it would get Lestrade to move quickly, honestly Sherlock didn't really need the inspectors help, but it would be faster in the long run to use the police to his advantage.

'Is this your new boyfriend?' The man questioned.

John sat uncomfortably in his seat 'Why does everybody draw that conclusion?' he asked.

'Because it's the truth and you know it.' The figure replied. 'Strictly speaking if you weren't already infatuated with my brother then I'd steal you for myself.'

John hadn't realised it was Mycroft, they had only met briefly, barley exchanging hands, on that occasion Sherlock's brother hadn't queried him about choice of companions,infact John didn't think Mycroft had even noticed him, as he had put it 'There were more pressing matters at hand.'

Of course Mycroft had been overstating the problem, as from what John gathered from Sherlock he always did.

Sherlock hadn't said one word to his brother since they got in the car, but Mycroft's presence, certainly justified why the World's only consulting detective seemed quite laid back considering the situation they had been landed in.

They pulled into the entrance of a warehouse; Sherlock had already taken note of the road.

Lestrade we're at an old warehouse on Highgate road get here soon. SH

They got out of the car and headed into the entrance of the warehouse, the air was bitterly cold and the iron gates moved slowly and stiffly, preventing them from getting into what Sherlock hoped would be a warm interior. They eventually made their way in.

'Take a seat.' Mycroft gestured towards two rather uncomfortable looking stools kept against one wall.

They sat not wishing to get on Mycroft's bad side; he already seemed in a bad mood.

'What do you want Mycroft.' Sherlock confronted his brother.

'Why nothing, merely the opportunity to catch up, dear pal.'

Sherlock had to stop himself from lashing out. 'Mycroft what do you want with me, tell me straight.'

'Well that wouldn't be much fun now would it?'

'Mycroft' Sherlock Yelled.

'My my Sherlock got quite a temper when it suits you.'

'What do you want.'

'I'm just checking up on my little brother, I wouldn't be keeping Mummy's promise if I didn't.'

'And what would that be.'

'To always keep any eye on you.'

'Well now you've seen me so let me go.'

Sirens could be heard approaching, Mycroft looked startled but not deterred.

'Called our little friends out have we?' He asked.

'Could little old Sherlock not hold his own in front of his big brother.'

Footsteps approached, then a bashing against the old doors began, Lestrade was in in minutes.

'Very well then as much as I've enjoyed this experience it seems we will be departing once again.' Sherlock leapt up from his stool.

'I hope to see you again soon little brother.' Mycroft told him.

John and Sherlock were quick to leave the warehouse, neither of them new what Mycroft wanted but they didn't want to stick around and find out. Sherlock wasn't going to dwell on the meeting with his brother, he had better things to do with his time and Mycroft wasn't at all threatening (although he'd like to be) just a complete inconvience and he knew it.

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