"Sherlock!" John busted into the tense room, only to find me on the sofa, Holmes plucking the violin and a man named Mycroft in the opposite chair.
"John." Holmes said easily.
"Uhh… Are you alright?" John asked, walking into the room, looking around. "I heard 'bout the explosion on the tele." I snorted then, only to have all three of them look to me.
"Uh, sorry… Forgot how funny English people talk…" Holmes raised an eyebrow.
"Is everyone okay?" John asked again.
"Hm? What, oh, right. Gas leak they say." Holmes then looked to Mycroft. "I can't."
"Can't?" The odd man said, messing with his umbrella.
"The world is just too big, I can't spare the time."
"Never mind your usual trivia, this is of national importance." My brows came together as John looked out the window, looking a bit jumpy. Is it sad I'm use to explosions? Is it sad Holmes is as well? Yeah… I think it kinda is…
"How's the diet?" Holmes asked, plunking another string. God… I truly hated that thing…
"Fine. Maybe you can get through to him John. My brother can be inquisitive at times."
"Why don't you investigate it?" Holmes retorted.
"Oh, I can't be away from office too long, being with the Koren elections so c-" The three of us stared at him, as he smiled some. "Oh, well, you needed know about that, do you? Besides. This case involves leg work."
"I dear say John, how was the lilac?" Holmes said.
"Sofa, Sherlock, it was the sofa." Mycroft corrected, as Holmes looked.
"Oh yes, right, of course." Holmes muttered, making me stare at the two men. Who in the hell birthed these people?
"How in the- never mind." John surrendered, sitting down.
"Sherlock's business seems to be booming since you two became pals. How's living with him? Hellish I imagine?" He asked my brother, shooting a glance at me.
"It sucks."
"Never bored." John and I said at the same time. Holmes froze then, as Mycroft finally held my gaze. I tilted my head, as it finally clicked.
"You're the mother fucker who sent on the damned case!" I shouted, standing and pointing at the elder Holmes brother. Sherlock smirked, as Mycroft smiled. "It's bloody figures a Holmes would- never mind." I growled, slumping into the sofa.
"I see you've taken on another one brother." Mycroft said, looking to Holmes.
"Not mine." He said effortlessly, plucking at the violin.
"Not from what I hear. Taking on her case I see?" I groaned, falling limply to my side as I dug my face into a pillow.
"I hate the government…" I muttered. Holmes swatted out the violin bow out, pointing it at his brother, who stood. With a quick glare down, Mycroft handed John a file, talking about some dude who died on a railroad. Head smashed in, and missing missile plans.
"He didn't die there." I muttered into the pillow, only to look up when there was silence. I looked up, only to see them all looking at me. "What?" Mycroft turned to his brother then.
"You need to find those plans." Holmes merely cleaned the bow off, face blank. "Don't make me order you." Mycroft almost pleaded. Holmes put the violin to his neck, smirking.
"I'd like to see you try."
"Think it over." With that, Holmes began to play an awful tune as his brother left, and stopped once he was gone.
"Why'd you lie? You haven't a case, that's way the wall took a pounding isn't it? Why lie to him?" John asked.
"Why shouldn't I?" Holmes said, legs crossed with the bow on his shoulder.
"Oh.. Right, I see. Sibling rivalry. Now we're getting somewhere." I rolled my eyes at my brother as Holmes shot a look to him. Holme's phone rang then, making groan. Never good…
"Sherlock Holmes… Right, of course… I refuse." He stood then, pocketing the phone. "You coming?" He called to John, me only sighing happily as I laid on the couch.
"Only if you want me too." John said, standing.
"Of course. Where would I be without my blogger?" They left and I smiled up at the ceiling, lying out with a sigh. "Or my serial killer?" He called loudly, making my frown. I grumbled as I stood, walking to the stairs, only to see him waiting at the bottom with the door open.
"Ex- serial killer." I corrected.
"Is he really analyzing the letter?" I muttered to my brother, who simply sighed. As Holmes cut open the envelope, he took out a pink phone…
"Tha-That's the pink phone!" John said, making me roll my eyes.
"You mean from 'The Study In Pink'?" Lestrade questioned.
"It would appear so. Made to look like- 'A Study In Pink'?" Holmes said, cutting off mid-stream. "You read his blog?" I chortled some, only to have Holmes glare at me.
"Of course I do! We all do! Do you really not know the earth goes round the sun?" Donovan laughed, as Holmes glared at us all.
"This one is brand new. Made to look like the real one. Someone went through a lot of trouble to do this." With that, we heard the five bleeps and a picture of a place I had seen before…
"Oh shit!" I said, as they all looked to me.
"Wha? What is it?" Lestrade asked, looking to me and Holmes.
"People use to send us teeth in intervals… A faint of a clue as to where their next target is…" When I made eye contact with Holmes, we both knew what was going on.
"A warning." We said, me dashing out of the room, Holmes and John following.
"A warning? Before what happens?"
"Boom!"