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Chapter 7
John could see that Sherlock still didn't believe him, but he would see soon enough. How would Sherlock react to his betrayal? He felt that whatever it was going to be it wouldn't be pretty.
Sherlock looked at John. He could tell that John thought he was telling the truth, but he couldn't be. He had never willingly met Mycroft before; he had only ever had been "abducted" or sought out by his older brother.
They sat in silence for the rest of the ride, each of them being so absorbed in their own thoughts. They got out in front of Mycroft's home, although most would call it a mansion, and rang the doorbell. The door was answered by Anthea.
"He's expecting you." She said without looking up from her blackberry.
They walked through the house to Mycroft's study. He was sitting at his desk with his fingers folded across the table, wearing his usual three-piece suit.
"Ahh, brother, what brings you to my humble home?"
"Well, John was under the impression that you-"John cut him off and said very quietly in the same tone he had used earlier.
"Tell him what you did."
"John-"Mycroft started.
"TELL HIM!" John yelled
"John I don't think-"Sherlock began, but was cut off by his brother.
"Sherlock, I'm afraid I messed up, terribly… John was correct." Mycroft looked at his younger brother, trying to tell what he was thinking.
Sherlock's jaw dropped. His brother, his own brother…
"You… of all people, MY OWN BROTHER!"
"Now Sherlock, calm yourself." Mycroft said trying to console his brother.
"NO! I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! YOU BETRAYED ME TO HIM! YOU WERE ONE OF THE FEW PEOPLE THAT I TRUSTED! I THOUGHT YOU HAD BOUNDARYS! I THOUGHT THAT YOU HAD SOME RESPECT FOR YOUR FAMILY, BUT NOW WORK IS MORE IMPORTANT TO YOU THAN ANYTHING!"
John had never seen Sherlock this angry in his life. Sherlock was slowly approaching Mycroft; he looked like a tiger about to attack its prey. Mycroft stood and was backing away as Sherlock approached his desk.
Sherlock threw all of the paper and documents on his brother's desk, onto the floor as he continued to stalk Mycroft around the room. Every few steps he took he would throw something, either just to break it or to throw it at Mycroft, at which point Mycroft would dodge what ever object was sailing through the air towards his head. John wondered how long this would go on, both brothers being entirely competent to throw and dodge objects for hours. John approached Sherlock, not really thinking. He slowly walked up to him from behind, and lightly touched him on the shoulder. The taller man turned, and John could see the pain, hurt, and rage in his eyes. This was the most venerable he had ever seen Sherlock.
"Sherlock, its ok, I bet he didn't mean to. Its over with now." John said soothingly, beginning to regret he had even said anything.
Mycroft had been backing away from, his younger brother. Even Mycroft had never seen his brother this angry. He felt even worse than he had when he realized what he had done in the first place. Mycroft rarely ever felt remorse, this was one of those times, he had no idea how to try and calm Sherlock down, his mother and father had always done that. He was extremely surprised when all John did was lightly touch him on the shoulder and say a few words to calm him down, and it worked. He would have to pay more attention to the way that these two worked from now on.
Mycroft approached his brother, "Sherlock, I am very, very sorry for what I did. You can't even imagine how much I regret it. I tried to make up for my mistake by helping you make your escape. If there is anything I can do for you, I will." Mycroft walked to his brother and stood in front of him for a few seconds, hesitating. He then put his arms around Sherlock in an awkward one sided hug. When he let go Sherlock looked a little more stable, but still angry as hell.
"Thank you, for the offer." Sherlock said so quietly that John almost missed it, "And don't ever expect to hear that again." He growled.
"Sherlock, what was your real reason for coming to see me, I believe you had come to ask a favour?" Mycroft's quick change of the subject gave Sherlock the time to reestablish his indifferent mask before speaking again.
"Yes, I need access to you surveillance cameras around John's old flat."
"Ok, anything else?"
"Not anything I can think of at the moment."
"Ok then, here is the code to get onto the security cameras, and call me if you think of anything else." Mycroft handed Sherlock a slip of paper with multiple lines of script on it. "Inform me of what happens."
"Sure, sure." Sherlock replied as they made to walk out of his study.
"You don't actually intend to tell him what happens do you?" John asked once they were back in a cab on their way to Baker Street.
"Of course not, why would I do that?"
"Oh, I dunno, to make things a heck of a lot easier?"
"John, have you learned nothing from me?"
John sighed, Sherlock was one stubborn detective. They pulled up outside of Baker Street and climbed out. They trudged upstairs, or rather John trudged while Sherlock jumped the steps two at a time to get up to the flat.
When John got up the stairs, he walked over to the couch and flopped down on it and he turned on top gear while Sherlock typed away at his laptop monitoring the streets around London.
"John. I found our man."
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