Do I look like Moffat or Sir Doyle? Then I obviously don't own Sherlock.

Also, mandatory cake joke is made. I am sorry and it makes me flinch but my beta insisted and there it is. This whole chapter had to be forced so we'll place this at the bottom of chapters when ordered in how well written they are. Very, very short chapter, sorry.

Sherlock was a little pissed at his brother. How dare he kidnap John! John was Sherlock's not Mycroft's and Mycroft ought to know better than to mess with something that belonged to Sherlock. Sure, John's reaction and the subsequential photograph made for beautiful black-mail material the fact Mycroft had the audacity to kidnap John made Sherlock bristle. Sherlock would even bet that Mycroft had dug deep on Sherlock's thief and unearthed his full name and other personal details.

He wanted to scream and rage, that was against the rules of the game! He was not quite sure which game or what rules but they were inconsequential matters. What mattered was the fact Mycroft thought he could get away with it, this called for drastic measures to be taken as to ensure the well being of his thief. Sherlock had no problems exploiting his brother's fondness for pastries and cake.

The quiet noise of his phone ringing out Mozart's fifth alerted him that he had a text from John, so Sherlock momentarily place his anger for Mycroft in a box in his mind palace and opened the text.

*Shift Point of View*

The paperwork was tedious and dull, just as John had predicted it to be. It was now over though so he could finally figure out why Sherlock had wanted him at his best today and perhaps why Mycroft felt the insatiable urge to kidnap John. He had gone back to his flat having planned to fax the completed reports to Lestrade.

Why?-JHW

Why what? - SH

The kidnapping or the orders, your choice –JHW

Mycroft has as much an urge to kidnap those close to me as the average English man has for tea- SH

So protective older brother? - JHW

Brother= B.G. and he likes to spy-SH

All ready knew about him being B.G. One of my jobs involved him at one point, surprised to see his little bro chasing Thieves across the sky-JHW

Neither he or Mummy approve- SH

Can't imagine why - JHW

That was sarcasm-SH

Yes, so the orders?-JHW

I need you to go to a Chinese Circus. Being a lady friend if you must-SH

?-JHW

For a case, John. Tell the ticket holder that you reserved two tickets under Jack McLaren and text me the details. –SH

Well, that was odd. John's mind had short circuited, with possible reasons why. The most obvious one was that it was a trap but Sherlock had odd standards and a trap was not his style. If Sherlock had wanted to trap him he could have done it many a times. John's phone buzzed again alerting him that Sherlock had texted him and John look down with some trepidation.

I've sent the coordinates, show starts at 7:00-SH

John had promised Sarah a date tonight and had not really planned on anything special. With that decided John stood up from his dingy bed and moved towards his desk, grabbing his jacket. The place was not very far away and compared to London's normal the weather was wonderful. The current time was only five in the afternoon, giving him plenty of time to fax the reports, pick up Sarah, and walk to the Chinese circus. He just hoped Sarah actually liked acrobatics.

Thirty minutes later found him at Sarah's door, knocking. It did not take long for the door to open and John's arms to be full of a brunette named Sarah Sawyer.

"Hi, Sarah," He greeted once John had regained his breath.

"Hi, John," Sarah returned with ease before extracting herself from his arms. "What do we have on the agenda tonight?"

John gave a friendly laugh before answering, "A little walk under the dying sun, a Chinese acrobatic circus if you're up for it and dinner if my lady permits?"

Sarah smiled, "Sounds lovely, John." She offered her hand and John took it. They then set off into the streets of London with Sarah leaning on John's shoulder and much easy chatter between the two. The two arrived at the complex that was holding the acrobatic/circus thing when the sun was setting, painting a picturesque and peaceful image.

John heard the muted exlamation of awe from Sarah and John was tempted to voice his opinion on the view. The image of another sunset came to mind with a pure white diamond shattering into thousands of shards of different colors and John was silent.