Mycroft sat on the chair and began reading on of the few books Sherlock had laying around. Cheshire was asleep to shake off a cold in her room as he read. Rain made a down pour outside and he just went to check on Cheshire. He crept in and put his hand over her forehead. Cheshire was still cold, leaning into his warm hand to take whatever she could. Mycroft saw her window open and closed it before leaving to grab the necessary amount of blankets to warm her up. "Mycroft, is Sherlock here? There's a young man named Matthew in my flat asking for him." Asked Mrs. Hudson. Mycroft shook his head and followed her up to her flat. Matthew Magnussen was sitting politely in a chair with a cup of hot tea. "I heard Lisa had dumped Andy." said the boy. Mycroft and Mrs. Hudson sat before him in separate seats. "Yes. Andy was caught on a drug charge and gang relations. Cheshire felt that she could not hold such a restrained and long distant relationship with him." explained Mycroft. Mrs. Hudson sipped her cup and adjusted the shawl she wore. Matthew looked out the window and hummed. "I was going to ask if a friend of mine could speak with her. His name is Gabriel Scrogh. I talked to him about her, as her being my nemesis, and he sounds quite interested. I will not stand for a mopey enemy and I find them as dumb as the presidential candidates in the United States." said Matthew as he sipped his tea. Mycroft had no trust for the boy and kept a cold composure. Mrs. Hudson had no clue who was sitting in front of her in her easy chair with tea. "I'm planning to make them meet on accident later this week. Make Sherlock take Cheshire to the park this Friday and I will organize Gabe to go there at the same time." said Matthew as he got up and left. Mycroft watched the boy leave and helped Mrs. Hudson put away her dishes. Cheshire was sitting by the fireplace and watching t.v when he came back. "Matthew wants to be a matchmaker? He should try getting Sherlock a date." Mycroft smiled as he sat on Sherlock's chair. Cheshire sighed and turned it off when she didn't find anything interesting to entertain her. She chose to annoy Mycroft instead. It started off harmless enough as a simple unknown text message. Then it escalated into something she loved more than anything to do.
"I have your brother, Mr. Holmes." – Unknown
Mycroft looked at his phone and called Sherlock out of caution. Well, he expected no answer and called John. "Is Sherlock with you?" Mycroft said after John picked up. John shushed his baby and sighed "No, I thought he had a case with Greg". Mycroft hung up rather rudely and called Lestrade. "I'm busy, Mycroft. Please tell me Cheshire isn't in trouble." Mycroft went to check on Cheshire and saw she was just reading a textbook on psychology. "She's fine. Where's Sherlock." Greg looked around and couldn't find the sleuth. "Uh, he was here a second ago. Anderson, Donovan, where's Sherlock?" No one knew where Sherlock was and they grew worried. Cheshire was holding back her amusement behind her usual masks. Mycroft was getting frustrated and waited to see if his brother will return home.
"Mycroft, I seem to have gotten in a bit of trouble." – SH
Mycroft saw the text and asked for an explanation. "Cheshire, come on, we need to pick up Sherlock." Mycroft said as he ventured to Cheshire's room. Cheshire looked at him with high curiosity and left. "Wait, why can't I stay home?" Mycroft got her in the car and asked Anthea to head to Big Ben. They looked carefully and saw Sherlock in an alley soaking wet and caked in mud from head to toe. "Sherlock, next time you see someone stalking you, you go into a crowded area. Muggers and other types pick carefully and you are more observant than this." Cheshire scolded her brother as he climbed in the car. Mycroft opened the window to relieve them of the smell. "Did my baby sister get mugged while she was abroad?" Sherlock asked or more analyzed. Cheshire leaned back and gave off an odd vibe. "More than once and I have a friend who helped me. She taught me the ins and outs of a city more or less." Cheshire admitted freely in her American accent. "In the States, you have to know how to read people. Not everyone is a saint nor a sinner." Mycroft and Sherlock gave her a concerned look and she let them. Cheshire cleared her throat and sighed. "How did it happen?" asked Mycroft. Sherlock looked out the window and flung a little mud on Mycroft. "I got mugged, what else?" Sherlock said with a mocking look. Mycroft accidentally flung the mud on Cheshire and she gave him a death glare. "I just took a shower to get warm." Cheshire took some mud off of Sherlock and hit Mycroft's face with it. Anthea looked in the mirror to see them acting like children. She stopped abruptly to glare at them in warning. Cheshire just had a cocky little tilt of her head and smiled. Sherlock and Mycroft just didn't look at her and she snorted. "If I have to clean this whole car, I would like a week off." Mycroft heard her say. He thought about it and sighed. "Well, you are overdue for a vacation. I can give you next week off plus this weekend starting Friday." Mycroft said as he took his phone out and looked at his calendar. Anthea had a triumphant look as she drove them to 221b in one piece. Mycroft and Sherlock didn't argue about bathing and Cheshire just walked out behind them. She looked up and sighed as the thoughts of the early hours of her day. A car chase, a break up, her brother getting mugged, her enemy playing matchmaker, and the promise of more ran. All this by the late evening of seven thirty.
Cheshire kept texting Mycroft with her hidden number and accidentally laughed out loud. Mycroft looked over her shoulder and saw what was happening. "What? I was bored and Mary showed me this trick." Cheshire smiled with a false innocence. Mycroft took her phone and took the battery. "Hey, My!" Cheshire jumped for her phone battery and tackled her oldest brother in an attempt to keep her boredom away. Mycroft fell hard on the floor and bit his lip. "Cheshire!" She had gotten her battery back and slipped it into her phone before turning it back on. The youngest sat on her brother's back and started playing with her phone. Mycroft gave a glare to Sherlock and the younger brother just sat in his chair with a cup of tea and an amused look. "Sherlock, get Lisa off of me!" Mycroft demanded. Cheshire shifted and laid on his back. "Let her be, Mycroft." Sherlock simply said as he sipped his tea and leaned back.
Cheshire had taken Mycroft's shoes and hid in the house again. Mycroft sighed as he walked in his socks around in an attempt to locate his baby sister. The nine-year-old was getting to prove to be a hand full and was easily bored. Mycroft sat by her room and sighed. "Lisa, give me my shoes back." Mycroft heard her giggle and heard her door lock. "I wonder what's going to happen now, Rizoel. Will big brother go with or without shoes? Or, will he borrow Sherlock's spare pair?" Mycroft heard her ask what he called her imaginary friend. "I say he borrows Sherlock's." said a deep male voice. Mycroft basically broke threw her door and looked frantically around. "Lisa, who was that?" Mycroft asked as he looked in her closet. "Rizoel." Cheshire answered as if he knew the voice. Mycroft yanked his shoes away and was stopped when he saw Father and Mummy. "Just ask next time, Mycroft. I would've given your shoes back." Cheshire slyly said as she walked out of her room nonchalantly. Mummy and Father gave Mycroft a disappointed look and sighed. "Let her be, Mycroft. When you get home, you're fixing her door." said Father as he walked away. Mycroft stuttered and fumed for the rest of the day.