Chapter 9
"Let's go."
"Coward, all of you!" Dean muttered.
When Holmes heard that word, he stopped right in the track, angered.
Eggsy never knew Holmes well; they could only be considered colleagues. However, he never considered Holmes someone easily angered. Then again, Holmes rarely showed any emotion.
"Holmes…" Eggsy whispered, trying to calm his colleague, or at least to stop him from hitting Dean (or his thugs) with a mug. That had happened twice, and it wouldn't do well to his mum, who had not officially divorced with Dean yet.
"Sherlock. Just Sherlock," Holmes, or Sherlock, whispered back.
"Oh, okay."
Sherlock then turned to look at Dean.
This is it. Sherlock is Harry's nephew; of course he would do the same, Eggsy thought.
Instead, Sherlock whipped out his phone and dialed someone. After a moment, "someone" answered the phone.
"Hello, Brother Dear, how are you?" A pause. "Nothing really, just have a crime to report." A pause. "No no no no, it has nothing to do with my many enemies. It's just that I met a drug dealer who is also an abusive husband and step-father." Pause. "Dean Baker." Sherlock looked at a very pale Dean and smirked. "Good." Sherlock clicked his phone, ended his call, and went to the door, locking it.
"You...you're just bluffing!" One of the thugs pretended to be brave.
"We'll see."
Seven minutes later…
Knock knock!
Sherlock unlocked the door and opened it, revealing a grey-haired man. "Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade," he showed his ID. "i'm informed there is a criminal here…?"
"Yes," Sherlock pointed at Dean, who was quickly surrounded by other policemen coming in and taken away.
As they left the pub, there was a man in a three-piece suit leaning against his car, waiting outside. Eggsy didn't saw Harry's raised eyebrow, or Sherlock rolling his eyes, though.
"So, being the hero again?" the man asked.
"He's a jerk," Sherlock simply replied, brushing past the man to go.
"I'm just concerned about your company's' behavior, that's all."
Eggsy froze. Did he mean my fight with Dean?
"You mean someone hitting Dean baker with a pint using an umbrella? I don't care; he deserves it."
"Sherlock-"
"Don't start a war; it affects a lot of innocent people, Mycroft."
"Who's Mycroft?" Eggsy was puzzled.
"My older nephew," Harry, who had been silently observing his nephews, answered.
"You have a brother?" God, one Holmes is definitely enough!
"Obviously."
"Oh for God's sake, I occupy a minor position in the British Government!"
Sherlock scoffed, but said no more.
Hardly, Harry thought. They couldn't tell Eggsy, though. Mycroft's identity should be top secret.
"Good evening," Sherlock walked away.
"Well, it's nice to see you after a long time, Mycroft," Harry smiled before also leaving, Eggsy following him.
"You too," Mycroft said as he went into his car and drove away.
That night, Eggsy wondered just what made Sherlock so angry at Dean. he asked Sherlock the next morning.
"You're not a coward, and neither is Harry," Sherlock said simply before walking away.
Sorry for not uploading for such a long time, but I'm really busy. Next Chapter: Eggsy and Sherlock become friends, and we officially start on "His Last Vow".
