#26 | Request
"If you haven't noticed, Mycroft, I'm supposed to be in hiding." Holmes, the younger, spat, glaring at this brother.
Mycroft gave Sherlock a sarcastic smile, "I'm well aware, thank you."
"No," Sherlock answered, impatient to get out of the small room with one door and no windows, they were currently sitting in. He also needed to get back to hunting Moriarty's network.
"It won't reveal you're alive. You will remain dead to the public. All I ask is that—"
"Why me?" Sherlock interrupted, exceedingly irritated now.
"Because, apart from me, you are the smartest person I know that is willing to—"
"Put forth the effort?" Sherlock finished, raising an eyebrow and meeting his brother's eyes, a half smile of mockery on his face. Mycroft glared back, not amused. "However much I agree that I am the smartest person you know, I simply can't help you. I'm far too busy. Good afternoon, Mycroft. And you might want to cut back on the cakes." With that Sherlock stood and exited the room.
Mycroft let out an exasperated sigh at his brother's antics and rolled his eyes before standing up and quickly following his brother out, determined to get him to agree to what he was asking.
Thank you for reading,
TheBrightestNight