'Sherlock?' Mycroft asked incredulously, he was surprised to see Sherlock creeping around in his office but that was common in his brother Mycroft thought to himself.
Sherlock's fingers flew over the keyboard as he began looking for a new city to start off a new life for a few years until the snipers lay off, Sherlock Holmes was dead and now he was escaping the consequences. Mycroft walked up to Sherlock and placed a hand on Sherlock's shoulder.
'I won't tell anyone.' Mycroft said to Sherlock their eyes meeting briefly and Sherlock looked up.
Sherlock looked up at his older brother, briefly reminiscing on their childhood, a childhood full of dysfunctional love wrapped in petty feuds.
'Thank you Mycroft.' Sherlock breathed, and he walked out of the door with a swish of his long coat.