Author's note: 43/60.
Pairing: Sherlock x Mycroft (platonic)
Warnings: OOC
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock BBC
Disappearance
Ever since his brother became addicted to drugs, Mycroft had people watching him through the security cameras that were set up around London; of course, Sherlock knew about this surveillance and he used it to have fun when he was bored . . .
Today was one of these days.
Sherlock, knowing that panic would spread if he disappeared from his watchers view, marked all the surveillance cameras and after appearing in three, he completely disappeared; the interns that were watching him started panicking, knowing that if something happened to their boss' brother, being fired was the least of their worries.
One of Mycroft's people who was in charge of notifying Mycroft of cases like this sighed; she took out her cellphone and dialed Mycroft's number.
"Hello?"
"Sir, it's Mary; your brother has pulled a disappearance act again." Mycroft sighed.
"If he does not reappear by the end of the day, sound code red alarm. He probably just got bored again."
"Yes sir."
Mycroft hung up and turned his chair to look at his brother, who was sitting next to him looking amused.
"Really Sherlock, isn't there something more amusing than making my interns panic?"
Sherlock smirked. "Not really. Don't worry, I will make sure to reappear in a few hours."
"Do what you want, I really can't deal with you or your little disappearing acts at the moment."
"Yes, brother." Sherlock drawled, an amused smirk occupying his lips.
Mycroft sighed. "You are impossible."
"Thank you brother."