When Sherlock was graced with the ever pleasant end tone, indicating a closed conversation, he felt a deep impulse to text his brother to aggravate him further on the subject of his win. The end of the call was a fashioned Mycroft I lose this time which added a skip to Sherlock's step. The victories obtained between the riffling brothers in his favor were few and he would tip any knowledge in his favor to win. As Sherlock rounded the corner he realized that even though he did except the mission and fulfilled it, he on one simple technicality lost.

Sherlock agreed to prove Mycroft wrong on the premise that he, Sherlock, could prove an unmarked was no more interesting than any other normal run of the mill human. Even though he already had the privilege of meeting her himself, and placing her in the interesting cabinet of unorganized back files, he would not easily bow his head in submission. So he foolishly ignored all previous knowledge of the female, rising to the challenge in Mycroft's voice of superiority, only now to feel like a pup being popped on the nose for being so blind. Stopping so abruptly in his walk of victory he almost snarled when he noticed a CCTV watching him. Victory had been snatched from him so quickly his spirit raged inside from the failure to even sample it and that infuriated him to no end. Sherlock wondered into a carefully calculated and manipulated steel trap, but his interests was once again peeked.

If Mycroft put so much thought into this female to bother even manipulating him, than he sought more than her medical knowledge. Sherlock decided to leave that disturbing thought process and store it for later access after he had more information to add to the variables presented to him. In the time that it took him to come to the conclusion that he needed to observe the new conundrum further, another unwanted being was about to collide into him due to his absent mind. His mind continued working as his instincts took over his body, commanding him to drift along the others along the walk way and contemplate further on the matter of one unmarked that dared to stand in a single room with marked and hold a position to inform them of how their dear ones passed away. It was like a leper holding a position to inform others that she was above them. She did not shy from the power she held, but did not grasp it to manipulate it. Sherlock perceived at that precise turn of another corner that she was worth investigating and preceded to text a simple 'stalemate', to his brother's ever watchful eye.

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Mycroft almost sighed in pleasure when the aggravation of the simple, ordinary, but extremely mind consuming female was lifted off his already pressured shoulders. He had multiple intelligence agencies reporting daily that an attack was imminent on foreign soil, soil his country had sworn to protect after alliances where made. He could not fold now under his brothers commanding nature for approval. Mycroft was the alpha of his chosen and Sherlock chose not to fall under his command, but to rise against. He as an alpha could not accept him unless he presumed the beta way. Sherlock would never fold, so once again he allowed his younger Alpha brother to tramp around England, controlling the environment to his ability and gaining the control of the police without his knowledge. After he completed the call to his brother he enjoyed watching how his brother relived the conversation and was demolished slowly by the realization that he failed once again to win but prolong the chess mate between them. When he received a simple text of "stalemate" he reclined in his chair to gain a simple since of normalcy before his next meeting. After of course the mind consuming e-mails of confirmation that she up to the task of being the governments consulting pathologist.

Mycroft at one point questioned his standing on the matter until Sherlcock confirmed that she was indeed interesting simply by watching their second exchange. He watched his brother struggle with the little morality he had left before he broke into her apartment, even questioned himself on that one act he could never be blamed for. His brother completed the task before he grasped the reality that it was a test sent by him but failed to acknowledge why. At the standing he had the upper hand of winning their game, but would take no chances losing.

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I'm sorry. Holidays and hours at work going crazy. Needed to update because I wanted to reassure some I was still writing. My beta should be coming to work for me soon as well.