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"Mycroft! How are you? What happened?" John exclaimed, making his way across the living room of 221B to where Mycroft was sat in his chair.
"Sit down, John. Mycroft is perfectly well, as his doctor told him this afternoon." Sherlock said without turning away from the window.
"This morning, Sherlock, not this afternoon." Mycroft corrected his younger brother's deduction.
"Your little holiday has done you good, brother. There's no need for you to diet now." Sherlock said as he finally turned to face Mycroft and John, "You remember exactly what happened during the entirety of your captivity, including your escape, but you refuse to reveal the truth. Why is that?"
"I have my reasons." Mycroft replied, getting to his feet, "Anyway, I must be off. I have meetings this evening."
"Meetings? Already?" John said in surprise.
"There's no rest for the wicked, John." Mycroft replied with a slight sneer. He left the flat quickly, going straight down the stairs and out to his waiting car.
Sherlock walked to the window and looked down on Baker Street, watching his brother. "He's hiding something, John. He's someone's puppet." he said.
"You once told me that Mycroft was the British Government, how is he now someone's puppet?" John asked, joining Sherlock beside the window.
"I don't know yet, but something happened while he was being held captive." Sherlock said with a sigh, "I'm going to find out what's going on. It's not like my brother to be bullied."
"Don"t you think that we should just give him some space? I mean, he has only just come back. He's probably just stressed and tired." John suggested, turning away from the window.
"Mycroft doesn't get stressed. Or tired. I'm convinced that he's some kind of vampire." Sherlock joked, walking to his armchair.
"Does dearest Sherlock suspect that something is wrong?" Sherrinford said with a smirk. He was sat beside Mycroft in the private car.
"I expect so. He dislikes mysteries and he's just been handed a juicy one." Mycroft replied with a sigh.
"Good. We'll let him run around the city, following false leads before he gets anywhere near the truth." the eldest Holmes brother replied.
"He thinks you're dead, Sherrinford." Mycroft said, glancing at his older brother before he looked away again.
"Couldn't you tell him what happened? What you actually did to me?" Sherrinford hissed, his mood changing from playful to angry in the blink of an eye.
