Sherlock and Watson were still on their walk. Watson was exhausted but didn't want to go back just yet in case Sherlock decided to fire more bullets into the wall. Sherlock normally didn't like a walk but getting some air felt good right now. It also took his mind off of his visitor.
"Daydreaming?" Watson asked Sherlock, smiling.
"Might be." Sherlock smiled back.
"That's a first."
Sherlock's smile beamed larger and larger every step they took. Suddenly the smile dropped. Sherlock stopped walking. Watson turned around to see what was wrong.
"What's up?" Watson asked.
"Someone's following us." Sherlock said.
"What?"
"Keep walking." Sherlock said pushing Watson forward.
"You're the one who stopped." Watson joked as he looked behind them.
"Just keep walking." Sherlock hissed.
Watson did what Sherlock said. They kept walking until they got to a street corner where they could stop. Sherlock pulled Watson aside once they reached it.
"Sherlock.." Watson started.
Sherlock put his finger up to his lips. Watson stayed quiet when Sherlock had done this. They waited and they waited. People walked past but none of them caught Watsons or Sherlocks eye. None of the people who had walked past had been following them. Sherlock relaxed a little.
"Maybe I was wrong." Sherlock said dejectedly.
"Let's just go back to the flat." Watson said walking forward.
Watson only took a few steps before noticing that Sherlock wasn't behind him. Sherlock was staring at the floor and hadn't moved whatsoever.
"Sherlock?" Watson said, trying to get Sherlocks eye.
Sherlock kicked a stone and then carried on walking. Watson was left concerned about Sherlock. This happened quite a lot but Watson was never left this concerned.
Before Watson could catch up with him, he heard a weird whooshing noise behind him. He turned around but there wasn't anything there. Watson shook his head and went to catch Sherlock before he could get the gun.
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Sherlock was quiet for the rest of the day. Watson left him alone a bit more. Even another visit by Anderson didn't make Sherlocks mood change and that always made him mad or worse.
"Your sociopath having a day off?" Anderson had asked Watson when he was around.
"He's just being awkward." Watson answered him.
"When isn't he?" Anderson said just before he left.
Watson gave a little smile in agreement. Anderson was right, Sherlock was always awkward but he was never awkward like this.
"Didn't you want to speak to Anderson?" Watson asked him when Anderson was gone.
"Not right now." Sherlock answered with a croak in his throat.
"Sherlock?" Watson asked worriedly.
"I'm fine Watson." Sherlock said shaking the croak off.
"You're not crying are you?" Watson laughed.
Sherlock didn't respond. Way to put your mouth in it Watson thought. Before Watson could apologise or say anything else to Sherlock, Mrs Hudson came rushing up the stairs.
"Mrs Hudson are you okay?" Watson asked, nearly having to catch Mrs Hudson.
"It's.. It's… It's…" Mrs Hudson stuttered.
"Spit it out." Sherlock said in a kinder manner.
"It's Mycroft." Mrs Hudson said, taking a deep breath.
Sherlock and Watson looked at each other. This could never be good. Sherlock stood up and did up the buttons on his blazer up. He nodded which let Mrs Hudson know to bring his brother up.
There he was. Sherlock's older brother came up the stairs with his signature umbrella in tow. Watson was ready for fireworks when the two brothers started talking.
"Little brother." Mycroft smiled.
"Mycroft." Sherlock nodded.
"Your place is looking nice." Mycroft said looking round the flat.
"Thanks." Watson answered for Sherlock.
"No bullets in the wall I see." Mycroft said pointing his umbrella at the wall.
"Not yet." Sherlock smiled.
"What did you want, Mycroft?"Watson asked before Sherlock lunged towards Mycroft's throat.
"There have been a few missing cases in recent days." Mycroft started.
"What's that got to do with us?" Sherlock interrupted.
"I thought you might recognise this." Mycroft said, getting a picture out of his pocket.
Sherlock took the picture off of Mycroft. The picture was of a junkyard in the outskirts of London. There was one thing that was different though. In the middle of the junkyard stood a blue police box. Sherlock sighed as he recognised the thing in the photo.
"So, do you have anything to do with it?" Mycroft asked him.
Sherlock shook his head and gave the photo back to his brother.
"No. Doesn't look familiar." Sherlock said, crossing his arms.
"Really?"
"Yep."
Mycroft stared at Sherlock whilst he put the photo back in his pocket. Sherlock stared back and didn't lose eye contact. Watson felt the room freeze over as the brothers stood there.
"Good. We think this has something to do with it. I'm glad you have nothing to do with it." Mycroft finally said.
"You know me Mycroft." Sherlock said, smirking.
"Of course. Gooday. John." Mycroft said leaving the flat twiddling his umbrella as he walked.
Once he was gone, Sherlock turned to Watson. Sherlock's face told it all.
"You know that box don't you?" Watson asked him.
"There are loads of boxes around London. What makes that one any different?" Sherlock laughed as he sat back down.
"Not that old."
"What?"
"The box. I don't think Scotland Yard has used them in ages." Watson said looking at the floor.
"You'll have to ask Lestrade." Sherlock answered back.
"Greg you mean." Watson smiled.
Sherlock shuddered. This made Watson smile as he could always count on that to change Sherlocks mood.
"Mycroft didn't stay long." Watson changed the subject.
"He never does." Sherlock said, picking up his violin bow.
"Apart from that operation game." Watson mentioned.
"He took ages to move!" Sherlock chuckled.
Watson gave Sherlock a sarcastic look. Sherlock gave one back which meant Watson should back down if he knew what was good for him. Operation games wasn't the best of subjects around Sherlock Holmes.
A crash came from downstairs which made the two men jump.
"Mrs Hudson?" Sherlock shouted down.
No response came. Sherlock got out of his chair to see what was going on. Before he could get down the stairs however, four people came walking up the stairs and towards the two men. Sherlock took a few steps back as they came closer.
"Who are you?" Watson asked, shaking.
