Sherlock watched through the window as the car Mycroft sent him pulled up outside. He stepped out slowly walking confidently to the warehouse. He walked in, half the warehouse was cast in shadows, the only light coming from the broken windows above and the door he'd just walked through. He saw Mycroft standing in the middle of the warehouse he umbrella in his hand. He stood rigidly still except for his right foot tapping on the floor. He was anxious. Sherlock knew straight away Mycroft wouldn't give him the footage. The deduction was elementary and it made him angry.

"Why?" he asked, his hands slowly curling into fists.

Mycroft looked exasperated.

"Can you just accept…"

"No."

"It seems John's" Mycroft stopped slightly as if looking for the word.

"Rapist," Sherlock cut in.

"Attacker," Mycroft said with a little smile before carrying on "is someone of significant importance to the British government. The footage has been destroyed and the case closed."

"It can't have been destroyed if John's rapist," he said putting extra emphasis on the word, "did that then he's a liability, you might need the footage to force him out."

"Fine," replied Mycroft his face curling into a smile again, "as far as you are concerned the footage is destroyed."

"What about John? Is he not allowed justice?" Sherlock knew his attempts were futile but it didn't stop him trying.

"What about him? He's a soldier, he will get up and cope with it, and he's learnt to deal with you after all."

Sherlock stood there in shock and disbelief.

"But at the hospital you said…"

"That was before I was aware of the full situation."

"I will find it you know. I can do it and I will expose him."

"Sherlock, Sherlock, Sherlock," Mycroft tutted and shook his head, "If this person is exposed there will be a media storm do you really want to put John through all that. Everyone one knowing because they will Sherlock. If you find the footage and expose him I will make sure everyone knows who his victim was. I will not tolerate you messing up my career again getting all carried away."

"Carried away?"

"Yes, Sherlock. Now ask yourself this question. Do you really want justice because you want to help John or does your ego need another boost? I don't think its John that really needs it, I think you do. You want to prove to yourself that it wasn't your fault because you know that if you hadn't of argued with him, he wouldn't have stormed out and he wouldn't be in the unfortunate position he's in now. This happened because of you Sherlock. You can't blame anyone one else."

Sherlock stood there his expression had turned from an angry glare to a confused and bewildered expression. He was hurt. After watching Sherlock grow up Mycroft knew exactly how to push his buttons. It still amazed him how much of a child he could be sometimes. He left calmly now feeling better now he'd told Sherlock. He left him trembling in the middle of the warehouse. Mycroft wasn't sure if it was out of anger or shock, a mixture of both most probably. He climbed into the back of the car and stared blankly at the warehouse as he pulled away.