ғʀɪᴅᴀʏ 6:45 ᴀᴍ

"Well I don't care Mycroft she's obviously lying." Sherlock spoke in a low voice, mindful to not awaken who was sleeping just down the hall.

Across the line Mycroft sighed, amidst his pause one could imagine the elder Holmes pinching the bridge of his nose. "So this story she spun, having to move to Naples, lying she may be but perhaps she just wanted time away from the family. In her mind the most polite way to say it was to say nothing at all?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "No doubt time away from you."

Mycroft scoffed incredulously. "If I'm right you and Millie never got along, it's likely I'm not the one she hid from."

Their childish bickering was cut short as Sherlock steered the conversation towards a new subject, "Will you look into it?"

The man gave an inquisitive noise. "I will, I admit I myself am curious as to where Millie was during her five years away. But as it's not as important as my current work I can't guarantee when I'll have an answer. Is that all?"

"Yes."

Sherlock promptly ended the call, placing the phone onto a desk. He decided not to return to sleep, instead began the day with an early start.