"Good morning," Amy said brightly as she flounced down the stairs into the sitting area. Sherlock was laying down in his chair, hands pressed against his lips in thought.

"Good morning, John," Sherlock said absentmindedly, still lost in deep thought.

"I hardly look like John, do I?" Amy laughed as Sherlock looked up and realized for the first time who was standing in the room with him.

"Sorry, Amy. Habit. How did you sleep?" Sherlock stood up and strolled lazily into the kitchen where Mrs. Hudson had made a bowl of scrambled eggs and some toast.

"Really well, actually," Amy said, smiling at the memories of him running around with her and the Doctor. "Do I smell bacon?"

"Yeah, I guess Mrs. Hudson's gone and made us some breakfast. Probably knows you'd be hungry. She doesn't normally do this. Always going on about how she's not out housekeeper." Sherlock smiled at Amy. "She really is though."

Amy sat down at the table and made herself a small plate of eggs and bacon. She and Sherlock sat silently eating at the table.

"Morning, Sherlock. Amy," John said groggily as he came into the kitchen wearing just his robe and poured himself a coffee and grabbed a piece of bacon. Then he turned around again to Amy and Sherlock who were trying to stifle giggles. "Amy. Hi. Didn't expect to see you this morning. Sherlock, can we talk?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and winked at Amy then followed John out of the room.

"Since when do you bring girls back to sleep over, Sherlock?" John whispered, looking a bit tiffed because of his sleepiness. But he was very intrigued, still.

"Come on, John. It's not like we did anything. She was about to fall asleep so I offered to let her stay here. Is there anything wrong with that?" Sherlock whispered back.

"It's very out of character for you, Sherlock. That's all I'm saying."

There was a knock on the door. Sherlock glanced at John who rolled his eyes and went to go see who it was. Sherlock rarely ever answered the door.

"Hello, John. Nice to see you again." Mycroft's voice echoed up the stairs. Great, Sherlock thought sarcastically, his brother was there. Just the person he wanted to see.

"Who's that?" Amy asked when Sherlock came to sit back down in the kitchen. She had finished her breakfast and was fiddling around on her phone.

"Just my brother, Mycroft. This should be a fun visit," Sherlock added sarcastically. There had been a lot of sibling rivalry between the two brothers ever since they were children. And since Sherlock still acted like a child, it had never gone away.

"Hello, Sherlock." Mycroft stepped into the kitchen with a folder in his hand. "And hello...I'm sorry, you are?"

"I'm Amy Pond," she said, holding her hand out to him. He took it.

"It's very nice to meet you. You're one of John's girlfriends, I presume?"

Amy choked back laughter. "No, no. Hardly. Just one of Sherlock's friends. Stopped by for a visit." Sherlock smirked at Mycroft.

"Oh, well that's very...nice." Mycroft looked over at Sherlock with a confused look. But then it was back to business. "Look, Sherlock, I've got a case for you. A very important person to the British government took a swan dive off of the top of a building yesterday. Only, it doesn't look like suicide."

"Can't take it," Sherlock replied simply. "I'm busy."

At this John walked into the room, staring at Sherlock.

"Busy? How could you be busy? We haven't got a case, and you were just complaining yesterday about how bored you were. You're taking this, Sherlock," John said.

"No, I'm not. I've got other plans." Sherlock glanced over at Amy who was watching him raptly.

"Sherlock," Mycroft said. "Come with me. I need to talk to you."

"Why should I?" Sherlock replied stubbornly.

"Just come." Mycroft strode out of the kitchen and waited for Sherlock in the living area.

"What is it now?" Sherlock asked hastily.

"The British government needs you on this case. And you're going to throw away a man's life because of some girl -"

"A girl? You think this is about Amy? You've gone mad, Mycroft." Sherlock turned away but Mycroft caught him by the shoulder.

"Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock. I'd hate to see you become caught up in it."

Sherlock shrugged Mycroft off and walked back into the kitchen.

"Sorry about that. Brotherly advice." Sherlock sat down across from Amy again.

"For some reason I can't help but think it wasn't something like 'go get 'em, tiger'," Amy joked.

"No, it was actually quite the opposite," he said and was repaid with a look of confusion from Amy. "Never mind, it wasn't important."

"Whatever you say," Amy said laughingly. "So, are you taking the case or not?"

"I'll take it, but not for a couple of days. I love to see Mycroft squirm."

"What if I asked you to take it? I want to see you work a case. You talk about them enough."

"I'm not sure if you'd like to watch me work. I apparently bore John enough that he leaves, though I've never actually paid attention when he does."

Amy laughed. "I don't care. Just take the case. I'm sort of interested anyway."

Sherlock looked at Amy carefully. He was planning on taking the case anyway, but now that she wanted him to, he may as well. Anyway, she would be gone soon and it was quite impressive when he thought...

"Mycroft!"